Em, Zhao Bai'an stood in front of a strange school and looked around, it was a strange place that suddenly came.

Zhao Bai'an looked in from the school gate, and the brown brick walls piled up a series of school buildings with a unified but slightly different style, which were scattered and very classical.

If you look inside from just outside the school gate, the whole campus doesn't look very big. At the farthest point of sight, it is also the main building in the very center, which is magnificent. Beneath the dark grey roof is a light grey half-story structure with symmetrical circular windows. Below is a three-storey structure dominated by a tan red building, each with folio shutters and windows, which directly reflects the sense of age.

This should be a school with a long history.

It seems that it is time to go to school in the morning, and many girls wearing school uniforms are entering the gate one after another. Zhao Baian looked down and saw that she was also wearing the same school uniform as them. I really don't know if she wore such a set from the beginning, or if Zhao Bai'an automatically let her wear it herself after seeing the school uniform styles worn by other girls.

The white short-sleeved shirt and dark blue skirt are tied with a bow of the same color as the skirt at the neckline, which is simple and cute. With this uniform and such a building, this should be considered a Western-style private high school.

On the right side of the school gate, the wall is engraved with the words "Ayton Girls' High School" in gilded font.

Ah, it turned out to be a girls' school, no wonder all the girls I've seen so far are young girls.

However, the name "Ayton" always feels like I've heard it somewhere. Em, Zhao Bai'an searched for memories carefully but couldn't remember them immediately.

The girls who entered the door all entered the different learning buildings in twos and threes.

Zhao Bai'an didn't know where to go, so he simply went to the main building to have a look.

There is a small white fountain at the entrance of the main building, and next to it stands a small tall tree. It is about two floors or less, but the foliage is particularly luxuriant, forming a large dark green ball, which stands quietly next to the fountain. With the elegant fountain, it is still and moving, which is very commensurate.

A gust of wind blows, the rustling of trees, the sound of trickling water, and beyond that, the quiet campus. It really makes people feel younger all of a sudden, trance and beautiful.

I don't know if classes are starting now.

Zhao Bai'an looked up, and the white wavy pattern was decorated with stones on the edge of the folio window, which was not lacking in playfulness in solemnity.

But this one-style shape, the brown brick wall......

Sure enough, it's like a wafer cookie!

This kind of metaphor that destroys beauty can only be done by a foodie like her.

"Hey~Xiao An!" It's a familiar sound!

Zhao Bai'an raised his head and looked for the source of the sound. I saw Yang Zichen suddenly poke her head out of a window on the second floor, waving her hand and happily greeting her.

Hey? Why is Zichen here?

Oh yes. Ayton Girls' High School is Zichen's high school!

"Come on, come on!" Obviously, the two didn't know each other until college, but Yang Zichen didn't seem to have the slightest doubt about Zhao Bai'an's sudden appearance here.

I came to the classroom on the second floor, which was full of easels, and although the teacher had not yet started to paint on each canvas, the teacher was already in the classroom. It looks like classes are about to start, or maybe they've been in class for a while.

The classroom is quite large, but there are not many students in the classroom, and there are about fifteen easels, probably for fear of waiting for the oil paint to touch others, each easel is separated by a certain distance, placed at different angles.

Yang Zichen happened to be sitting by the window, maybe it was because of this that he saw Zhao Bai'an who wanted to eat wafer cookies downstairs in a daze. There happened to be an empty wooden chair next to her easel, and Zhao Bai'an walked through the classroom and trotted towards her.

"Are you in oil painting class?" Zhao Bai'an asked in a low voice.

"yes, but it's just a casual class anyway, you can draw anything."

"What do you mean by a leisure class?"

"Oops, Ann. Don't you know, I'm in English, and now all the students in this classroom are in English. Yang Zichen poked his chin with a paintbrush in one hand, stared at the whiteboard and pondered, while explaining to Zhao Bai'an, "So a class like this in the direction of painting is actually for us to relax!" For students in the direction of painting, it is necessary to take it seriously. But we're just trying it out! ”

That being said, several of the students frowned and pondered, and then took a pencil to sketch on the canvas and type a draft. It all looks serious.

"Is there nothing wrong with me here?"

"Questions? What could be the problem? Isn't it normal for you to be here? Yang Zichen asked in surprise.

Eh, yes?

After hearing this, Zhao Bai'an straightened up and looked around, and sure enough, everyone was completely immersed in the work plan, and even the teacher didn't seem to see her, a redundant student who had just sneaked in and whispered to Yang Zichen for a while.

It's like air.

Wow, is it only Yang Zichen who can see me?

Thinking of this, Zhao Bai'an stood up coldly. The classmate next to her glanced sideways, but then looked away and continued to focus on the whiteboard.

Whew~ It seems that I'm not transparent, it's just that everyone doesn't care about my existence at all. Em is a reasonable outsider. That's good, too!

Zhao Bai'an breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and just as she was thinking, Yang Zichen had already begun to draw. It seems that there is no draft at all, but he looks full of confidence.

"What have you figured out?"

"Yes." Yang Zichen dipped a large piece of dark blue paint and began to apply it to the canvas with a brush.

"Draw what?"

"I won't tell you yet! Hey. ”

Well, well, mystery is also part of painting.

Zhao Bai'an leaned on the windowsill and looked down at the scenery outside the window. The water in the fountain was shining, and the laughter of girls could be heard not far away.

Hearing this, she happened to see the large playground behind a certain school building from her angle. The other class appears to be in physical education class. The girls wore tracksuits with short sleeves and shorts, showing their fair limbs, and divided into two teams to play football.

"Hey!" A flying kick goes straight to the goal.

The results are outrageous.

It seems that they are not professional, so they should also be leisure classes. But no matter how good or bad the technique is, as long as you have fun, that's probably part of the purpose of the leisure class.

Huh? But?

Zhao Bai'an narrowed his eyes. Across the grass, in the corner of the auditorium on the playground, there was also a girl sitting silently. The scorching sun was just blocked by the tall building, although the girl was also very fair, but she was draped in black hair that was slightly longer than her shoulders, plus a little long bangs, and lowered her head slightly, from Zhao Bai'an's point of view, the bangs covered her eyes, greatly reducing her sense of existence. Plus the perfect blessing of shadows. If she hadn't looked closely, Zhao Baian would have completely ignored her.

"Oh! Are you watching them play? That's the painting group~" Yang Zichen suddenly accosted Zhao Bai'an, interrupting her thoughts, "Our leisure class needs to be assessed for them, and they need to work hard in it~"

"Finished?" Zhao Bai'an asked, she saw that Yang Zichen's movements became leisurely, and she had already crossed the chair legs and began to shake back and forth.

"Not yet, but soon!"

The canvas is almost black, but it is actually dark blue, and then there are a few yellow dots on it.

Enmu, Zhao Baian really can't see what she has drawn. If you want to say the best description, it may be the extremely low-profile version of Van Gogh's starry night.

Maybe she'll be able to see what it is when she's done. Maybe.

Time felt like it was passing very quickly, and Zhao Baian looked at the classmates around him, as if they were all finishing up the work.

Let's see how other students are drawing!

Since Zhao Bai'an is almost an outsider's role, it seems to be her duty to be a good observer.

Zhao Bai'an stood up and went to the territory of the classmate next to him to look at her paintings. Sure enough, she just looked at Zhao Bai'an again, but there was no expression on her face, and she didn't say anything.

In the painting, five cartoon dolls sit on the grass with balloons in their hands and have a picnic.

The color is bright and full, and although the perspective is not handled very well, the doll in the distance is almost the same size as the one in the near distance, but it is already a good drawing for a student who is not in the direction of painting.

Zhao Bai'an continued to gather in front of other paintings to watch. Forests, oceans, solid colors, abstractions are all there, and adolescent girls really have unlimited imaginations.

"Ah, this is?" When Zhao Bai'an had looked at almost all the paintings, she screamed in surprise at one of them.

Snow falls on the solid canvas, and the delicate brushstrokes depict the difference in each piece. Two girls who looked to be only six or seven years old were building snowmen on the grass that already had a layer of snow. A girl faces the canvas and can only see her back crouching on the ground; The other girl had her back to the canvas and was smiling happily with a snowball in her hand.

Gentle and happy.

The first time I saw this painting, it caught Zhao Bai'an's eyeballs. Especially after looking at several ordinary ordinary paintings, this amazing feeling shocked her senses even more.

If she directly told Zhao Bai'an that this was a painting drawn by a classmate in the direction of painting, she would immediately believe it.

The painter, with hair a little shorter than a mushroom head, showed a bright smile at the stunned Zhao Bai'an. The girl looked a little familiar, but she didn't know where she had seen it. Maybe it was a girl when she entered the school.

Zhao Bai'an can't care about looking at the rest of the works, anyway, it will definitely not be better than this.

"Hey, that girl is amazing! Is she really from your English direction? Zhao Bai'an ran back to Yang Zichen and pointed at the girl.

"Oh~ It's normal! Siqing's painting is for sure. She was a little weaker than her sister. When it comes to painting, her sister is the best in the painting class! Yang Zichen looked out the window, "Oh, that's it." ”

Zhao Bai'an looked in the direction of Zi Chen's finger, pointing to the girl sitting in the shadows.

Ahh No wonder Zhao Baian felt that the girl named Siqing was a little familiar.

"Although Siqing's sister is a genius in this area, what ......about it," Yang Zichen paused, "It's just too quiet, or too gloomy?" Anyway, I'm not very familiar with it, and I can't say it well. It's all from my other friends. Anyway, you can see by looking at her appearance, she doesn't fit in very well. It's completely different from Siqing. ”

"Hey, don't talk about that! Look, I'm done! Yang Zichen waved his pen and pointed forward.

It's still jet-black (crossed out), full of dark blue, with a few yellow halo-like patterns on the canvas.

"What the hell are you drawing?" Zhao Baian really doesn't appreciate this.

"You can't even see it when it's so obvious!!" Yang Zichen pursed his mouth, "Of course this is a firefly under the starry sky!" ”

Hey, okay, okay. When you say that, it's really a bit of this kind of extreme abstract art. It's really wrong for me to expect your level of painting. Zhao Baian complained silently again.