For the first time, I updated the new chapters of the novel before I got tired, and I also downloaded my favorite single-player game.

The two joys overlap each other, and this double joy brings more, more joy. What I got was supposed to be a dreamy time of happiness.

But why, why is this happening?

- I sat on the bed, staring indignantly at the gray leaves that had taken over my computer.

It's me, it's me first, it's clear that I'm here first - whether it's washing up first, turning on the computer, or getting ready to enjoy a pleasant leisure time.

- I was holding my phone, and I was not even in the mood to pay attention to the "ding-ding" prompt sound from the writer's assistant due to the reader's tip.

Why is it so natural for you to grab a computer, and how many times have you ever done this kind of dove occupying a magpie's nest? How long are you going to take possession of my computer before you are willing!?

"This TV series is pretty good." Ash Leaf gestured to the "Soul Ferry" playing on the computer screen.

“……”

"It's great that there are the second and third parts."

“……”

"Do you want to come and see it together?"

"...... "If it weren't for the fear of being beaten by you, I really, really wanted to give you a wave of spoilers."

"By the way, Spirit Blood, hasn't anything changed since you finished her novel?" Ash Leaf brings up the issue again.

"Nope. And even if there were, it wasn't obvious, at least I didn't notice it - why did you keep thinking about it? ”

"Nothing." Ash Leaf didn't give any explanation, instead refocusing her attention on the web series in front of her.

Ash Leaf was no longer obsessed with the problem on the surface, but I was lost in thought because of her question......

She was worried: Won't her problems be solved when I finish her novel?

Or is it that I didn't succeed in completing "Spirit Blood", so she didn't change anything about Spirit Blood.

What will it be?

This question haunts my mind.

……

The next morning, I had the most unbearable morning run of the day.

I've never been averse to exercising, on the contrary, I'm very fond of exercising. Whether it's tennis, badminton, football, or swimming, I'm very good at it.

However, if all this is premised on sacrificing the time to sleep, then this is absolutely unacceptable to me.

I had locked the door and put on earplugs, and I was going to resist my morning run.

But what I didn't expect was that Gray Leaf actually entered my room through the door, and changed the plot of my dream, turning a beautiful dream into a nightmare.

"Xiu, you run quickly, don't want to be lazy!" Li Yingxuan shook off her freshly tied sporty ponytail, turned around, and shouted at me.

“…… Got it! I replied weakly.

"Hmmm... Not! ”

As soon as I looked down, I found that there was a small white furball writhing quickly at my feet, which turned out to be the little chow chow raised by the neighbor's Miss Xun Yu, fish balls.

In this way, the young lady also...

"Smack!"

Suddenly, someone reached out and slapped me on the shoulder, slapping me as I was running in a daze, and I almost fell.

"Little Thorn, run~"

The corner of my left eye twitched irregularly, and when I turned my head, the energetic Miss Xun Yu appeared in my sight.

"Who's that little beauty?" The young lady pouted at the figure of the gray leaf in front of her, "The figure is really slim." ”

"Her name is Ash Leaf, Gray Ash, Leaf of Leaves, and she is my sister's friend."

"What a unique name."

"I don't think that's slim, it's a washboard." I'm still haunted by the fact that "this morning, the gray leaves entered my dream and scared me awake".

"Giggles, I'll go tell her." As she spoke, the young lady sped up and ran forward.

"Don't make a fuss!" I had to chase after it as fast as I could.

……

Our class's professional class this morning was sculpture sketching. To put it bluntly, let's paint a whole plaster cast of people.

After all, understanding the proportions and muscle structure of the human body is a prerequisite for making a human sculpture.

It's like: the height of a person is roughly seven to eight head lengths, the upper limbs are three head lengths, the hands account for two-thirds of the head length, the shoulder width of men is generally greater than the width of the hips, and the opposite is true for women, and so on.

For example, the trapezius muscle connects the neck and shoulders of a person, the rectus lumbar muscle and the external oblique muscle wrap around the waist of a person, and the muscles of men are more developed, while those of women are more subtle.

I was listening to the song and drawing, and my mind was thinking about the question that Gray Leaf had mentioned several times: After you completed the novel, didn't the spirit blood change in any way?

At this time, someone tapped me on the shoulder, pulled my headphones out of my ear, and said to me:

"Xiuzi, stop drawing, how are you thinking about it? Would you like to come to us and help us sketch it? ”

I turned my head and spotted Xiao Yan, his interest looking high.

I understood that he was referring to the campus carnival this weekend.

"Hmm...... Do you want to communicate with Irene and her, and let us hold an event with their animation club. I proposed.

And the "Irene" in my mouth is the president of our school's animation club, my classmate, and also a coser with a high level of cos.

"Great idea! I'm going to look for her, and I saw her and the girls in my class go to buy breakfast just now. After speaking, Xiao Yan walked out of the classroom quickly.

"......" I unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, took a sip of water, put on my headphones again, and began to continue drawing.

I've loved drawing since I was a kid, and I love to draw weird things.

From the first grade of elementary school, I began to study art systematically. Later, he went to boarding junior high school, but he had no choice but to break it for three years. When I was admitted to high school, I hugged my feet and was lucky to be admitted to the No. 10 X Middle School in Dalian, the best art high school in the country.

Although the teaching environment of this school is good, the teachers are highly cultivated and caring for the students, and the students are lively and can play together.

However, I always felt that there was something missing in my study life.

It is the pursuit of freedom in art.

The templated art college entrance examination has limited our development direction to death, resulting in many interests worth cultivating, but we cannot practice them in the three years of high school.

Even in the end, we were puzzled: it was clearly because of our love for art that we embarked on such a path.

However, the template-style exam requirements and the art homework like cultural homework have made us tired and tired of the beauty we once longed for.

Is this kind of art college entrance examination a bit too dogmatic?

In fact, sometimes, art students are not as easy as people think.

I picked up a piece of tissue with folded edges and corners, and rubbed the sketch figure on the paper, softening the pencil tone on the figure's body.

I thought back to my high school years, but I couldn't find the main point, I was bored with the dogmatic art exam, and finally I had to mess around and pass the time, and sighed leisurely.

When I grew up, I realized that people have to adapt to the environment they are in, to adapt to today's impetuous society, even if they are disgusted in their hearts, they must show a smiling face at any time and smile brighter than anyone else.

It seems that my literary youth illness has been committed again.

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