"Students, it's time to start class. This morning, students can draw the people, things, and things they want to draw, and they can take them home and keep them! A middle-aged teacher stood on the podium and said with chalk.

This class is an art class, and in the studio, each student has his or her own drawing boards, easels, etc., and students are free to enjoy their drawing time.

Moreover, art classes are generally consecutive classes to ensure that students can have enough time to complete their own works.

"Yay! I'm going to draw lots and lots of delicious food! Hu Yaoyao held a paintbrush in both hands, wanting to show off his skills.

"Cut, the guy who only knows how to eat." Bing Lan said disdainfully.

Of course, the painting should draw Luo Xiu, Bing Lan stared at Luo Xiu, thinking about what posture Luo Xiu should pose in the painting.

The image of Luo Xiu holding hands with her appeared in Binglan's mind.

"Your drawings aren't as good as mine!" Hu Xiaoyao interrupted Bing Lan's imagination.

"You want to compare with me?" Ice Blue sorts and puts away the tools of her own painting.

"Compare to compare!" Hu Yaoyao said unadmittedly.

Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan are like a lightning bolt, competing with each other.

Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan immediately threw all their bodies and minds into painting.

Draw what you want to draw?

Luo Xiu tilted his head and looked at Xiao Ya, who was sitting not far away.

Xiao Ya kept comparing with the paintbrush, as if thinking about the composition.

What does Xiaoya draw?

Luo Xiu wanted to know very much.

Xiao Ya turned her head and glanced at Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu immediately retracted his head.

Luo Xiu recalled the scene where Xiao Ya pulled him up from the snow that winter.

Luo Xiu's heart gradually became calmer, the paintbrush in his hand slowly raised, and a snowflake appeared on the drawing board.

There is no noise in the studio, and everyone is immersed in the world of painting.

Hu Yaoyao, who was sitting opposite Bing Lan, quietly stood up and put the painting in his hand in front of Bing Lan, blocking the action of Bing Lan's painting.

When Bing Lan looked closely, the painting was a woman with short blue hair and a pig's nose, and her face was covered with acne.

Hu Yaoyao was afraid that Bing Lan would not be able to see it, so he drew an arrow with the word "Bing Lan" written on it.

Hu Yaoyao showed a smug smile.

The paintbrush in Bing Lan's hand was held hard by Bing Lan, and it kept making a "creaking" sound, as if it was about to break.

Ice Blue took the paper off her drawing board and put a new one on it.

Ice blue drew a picture of Hu Yaoyao being flattened and even his teeth falling out with three strokes and two strokes.

Not to be outdone, Hu Yaoyao also turned back to paint.

Hu Yaoyao took out another painting of ice blue that she had stepped on under her feet.

Bing Lan took out the painting of Hu Yaoyao who was tied up by her and thrown into the water.

"Hmph......" Hu Yaoyao went back to painting.

The same goes for ice blue.

The two of them showed an inhuman speed in their paintings.

This lesson was spent in the constant vindictiveness of the two.

"Bell Bell Bell ......" arrived at recess.

Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan stood up, their eyes fiercely clashing.

Hu Yaoyao puffed out his mouth, very angry.

Binglan's hand holding the paintbrush kept shaking, and her mood was not calm.

"What's wrong with you!" Luo Xiu came back to his senses, put down his pen, and looked at the two of them.

Hu Yaoyao knew that he was also wrong, and he wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it, for fear that Luo Xiu would blame him.

The same goes for Ice Blue.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Luo Xiu continued to immerse himself in painting.

Because of the seats, neither Hu Yaoyao nor Bing Lan could see what Luo Xiu was painting.

Luo Xiu drew a stroke and peeked at Xiaoya.

Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan suddenly withered like flowers, and lost their vitality.

Anyway, Luo Xiu still prefers Xiaoya.

Thinking of this, the two sat down slowly, and they didn't even have any idea of arguing.

Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan looked at Luo Xiu with tender eyes at the same time, and the paintbrush in their hands was constantly sliding.

Neither of them looked at the drawing board, and kept staring at Luo Xiu.

Time passes.

Luo Xiu was the only one on the drawing board of the two, painting with a smile.

Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan looked at Luo Xiu on their drawing board, and gradually smiled.

Either way, I was able to be there for him.

At this time, Luo Xiu also stopped the brush in his hand.

Hu Yaoyao reluctantly turned his head sideways and glanced at Luo Xiu's drawing board.

Indeed, Xiao Ya helped Luo Xiu up on the drawing board, but next to him, Hu Yaoyao and Bing Lan were arguing.

"Luo Xiu!"

Hu Yaoyao smiled all of a sudden, rushed over and hugged Luo Xiu's neck.

"Ahh What are you doing! Beware of paint getting on your clothes! Luo Xiu protected Hu Yaoyao, afraid that Hu Yaoyao would bump into the drawing board or get paint.

Looking at Hu Yaoyao's performance, Bing Lan also walked over and glanced at the drawing board.

The originally unwilling mood was relieved at once, and his brows furrowed.

"Luo Xiu, Luo Xiu, why are you leaving so many blanks!" Hu Yaoyao asked, pointing to the drawing board.

"Drawing, drawing, that's it." Luo Xiu explained.

In fact, he didn't understand why he was like this, but he always felt that something was missing, so he left these blanks.

What is Xiaoya painting?

Luo Xiu has always been curious.

Luo Xiu looked at Xiao Ya, and saw that there was a thatched house on Xiao Ya's drawing board, there were all kinds of animals around the thatched house, and there seemed to be two people in the thatched house, but because it was too far away, it was not clear to see.

Luo Xiu looked at this painting and didn't know why it was particularly uncomfortable.

Without a heart, he can still feel distressed.

"Xiao Ya......" Luo Xiu couldn't help but make a sound.

Xiao Ya seemed to have a sense, and looked back at Luo Xiu.

This time, Luo Xiu didn't dodge, and looked straight at Xiao Ya.

Xiao Ya got up and walked in front of Luo Xiu.

"What did you draw?" Xiao Ya bent down and asked close to Luo Xiu.

"I didn't ...... I didn't draw anything......" Luo Xiu said hesitantly.

Xiaoya directly picked up the drawing board and stared at it carefully.

Luo Xiu was as nervous as if he had been caught doing something bad.

"Why are you painting this, are you...... Do you like ......" Xiaoya showed a shy expression.

"Ah, it's recess, do you want to buy snacks, yes, let's go!"

"Huh? Luo Xiu, you're so good! ”

Luo Xiu pulled Hu Yaoyao and ran out of the studio, the speed was like a 100-meter race, leaving no time for Xiaoya to finish.

Xiaoya put away her posture just now, looked at Bing Lan who stayed here and asked, "Why don't you go out?" ”

"I'm going to paint." Bing Lan saw Xiaoya's plan clearly at once.

deliberately separated Luo Xiu and Hu Yaoyao, just to occupy this painting.

"Mine!" Xiaoya took the painting and looked at Luo Xiu in the painting.

"I also have a share in this painting." Bing Lan said lightly.

Xiaoya was silent for a while, as if she had made some important decision.

"We're all the same, let's leave it with you."

Xiao Ya handed the painting to Bing Lan.

Bing Lan took the painting and held it hard, not wanting to let go.

Xiao Ya turned her head and stared at the painting in her seat, lost in thought.