Her painting is very good, and her intentions can be seen in every detail.

The anime characters above, like alive, are sunny.

A pair of small hands that are as soft as bones, holding a pencil, quickly sketching the lines of the drawing.

Xu is eyes are too straightforward, Jiu Nuan looked sideways, and said softly: "Is there something?" ”

Mo Liang supported his chin with one hand, and turned his fingertips with a grease pen in the other.

Eyes moved to her eyes, a pair of crystal eyes, clear and clear, looking at herself with puzzled eyes at the moment.

It's like a big LED bulb, it's so old and bright.

He lowered his voice and said lazily: "It's class, at the same table." ”

"I know."

“……”

"Aren't you afraid that the teacher will find out?"

Jiu Nuan looked at him calmly: "I'll hide." ”

"Look."

As she spoke, she grabbed a corner of the paper and pulled it into her desk pocket.

Extremely fast.

With the other hand, he turned the previous language book to the page where the teacher taught.

“……”

Mo Liang is relatively small, and the same table wants to send a row of six six six in this wave of operation.

How many times have you done this speed?

He thought about what the boy had just told him.

Sneered, does she still use others to protect her? The job is already in full swing.

People look delicate and weak, and their behavior is indeed incompatible with her.

Thinking of her saving herself, no matter how she thinks about it, it doesn't match her.

Going to the cemetery in the middle of the night, even with a boy, is a little bolder.

…

Jiu Nuan took out the drawing paper again and placed it on the table.

One more point is done.

Mo Liang didn't withdraw his gaze and continued to look at her descriptive.

Inside, the cartoon girl carries the hem of her skirt and runs forward on a meadow full of fireflies.

It makes people wonder where the girls inside are going.

The last stroke fell.

Mo Liang opened his mouth and said, "Can you take a look?" ”

Jiu Nuan handed it over without twisting.

When I hold it in my hand, I can clearly see the scenery outlined in light colors inside the painting, and there is a text box: Shuguang, are you waiting for me?

The little table draws more like a serialized anime.

"Is this a serialized drawing?"

"Hmm"

Really.

Why do you know, because Yan Cheng is a comic fan, he has nothing to do with his mobile phone and smiles, and Cang Shaoze and him know a little bit.

"Serialized?"

"Hmm. Do you want to see it? ”

Jiu Nuan stared at him with those big eyes and looked at him without blinking.

Do boys like this too?

“… Well, where can you find it? ”

"Give me my phone, I'll help you find it."

The little table mate seems to be very happy.

Mo Liang glanced at the podium, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, handed it to her, and the fingertips of the two touched lightly.

Her fingertips were a soft mess. There was also a momentary throbbing in his heart, and he hurriedly withdrew it as if he had been electrocuted.

The numbness rushes all the way to the tip of the ear.

Mo Liang tilted her head sideways with some annoyance, not letting her find out what was wrong.

Jiu Nuan's mind was in the excitement of having another book friend.

Completely unaware of his anomaly.

Jiu Nuan clicked a few times on his phone.

"Give"

I downloaded the software to my phone, found my anime again, and voted for a recommendation by the way.

Mei Zizi gave him back the phone.

Mo Liang took it and saw that the page inside was a long picture with refined colors, which was more vivid than what he could see on paper.

"I'll update it every Wednesday, remember to check it out."

Jiu Nuan looked at Mo Liang brightly at the moment, as if he was looking at a monthly pass.