The longer you are single, the bigger the problem, especially a single dog like He Yan who has been nervous for a long time, and everyone feels that they have a wrong idea of him.

Sang Zi complained inwardly, watching He Yan refuse her invitation and plan to open the door to the living room.

"The light in the living room is broken." She sat up with a blank face.

He Yan frowned, "I'll go downstairs and sleep in the car." ”

Sang Zi: "The lights in the corridor are also broken. ”

He Yan blackened his face, "I just climbed the window to come in." ”

Sang Zi snorted coldly, "I have the ability to make the lights in the entire alley break." ”

He Yan: "......"

He didn't doubt what Sang Zi said at all, this little thing not only had strange powers, but also had extraordinary abilities.

Turning around, Sang Zi was smiling at him in the dim light, showing his white teeth, and then patted the empty seat next to him.

"Come here."

He Yan: "......"

The corners of Sang Zi's lips rose silently, and he felt funny when he looked at He Yan who looked like he was forced to be a woman, and leaned on the head of the bed with his arms around his chest waiting for him to come over.

He Yan stood in place and froze with her, not moving his steps for a long time, the wall clock rang three o'clock, and he was indeed tired.

I had no choice but to go to Sang Zi's bedside.

He didn't really go to bed, but pulled a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What? Afraid I'll eat you? Sang Zi squinted at him.

"You're a woman, I'm a man." Mr. He is very principled.

Sang Zi smacked his tongue again and again, moved a little, and threw his blanket to He Yan by the way.

"I didn't think you were of such high quality when I first met you before."

He Yan snorted lightly and closed his eyes, "Sleep." ”

Sang Zi: "...... Shh ”

She shook the quilt and pulled the rope around her neck, feeling uncomfortable to wear it, and afraid that it would not be safe to take it off, this little dilapidated house had already been robbed.

"It's just a piece of jade." He Yan closed his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

Sang Zi glanced at him, "No, this is evidence of his crime." ”

He Yan: "......"

He felt that his head hurt even more, so he turned his body slightly sideways and rested with his back to Sang Zi.

The room was silent, save for the faint sound of each other's breathing.

Sang Zi originally thought that he would not be able to sleep, but he fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

There was no hysteria in Sang Xuerou's dream, nor was there a warm past in the Sang family, which was exceptionally calm.

He Yan didn't seem to exist, he didn't move for a long time, and he didn't make any sound.

Sang Zi relied on his feelings, turned sideways to He Yan's side, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his deep sleep.

Quiet with each other.

I don't know how long it has been, but a rapid mobile phone ringtone has reached my ears.

Sang Zi woke up from her sleep suddenly, and dispersed in a daze, her first reaction was that He Yan was still by her side, and she opened her mouth and shouted, "He Yan, answer the phone." ”

No one responded, and the phone continued to ring.

Sang Zi frowned, turned his face sideways, the chair next to him was already empty, and He Yan's figure was long gone.

She snorted and kicked the quilt hard, and the good mood of a good night's sleep disappeared in an instant.

Let the phone ring for a few minutes, she was so noisy that her head hurt, she closed her eyes and touched the phone, answered it and put it in her ear.

"Sangsang! Where are you? The opening ceremony is about to begin! ”

Sang Zi was stunned for a moment, and a carp sat up from the bed and scratched his hair irritably.

I almost forgot that the opening ceremony of the unlucky campus festival was in the morning.

She soothed Li Qian a little, and then quickly got up from the bed to wash.

Fortunately, my physical fitness is good, and I took medicine in time last night, so I basically don't feel lightheaded, and I don't have more symptoms such as cough and runny nose, but I feel a little weak.

Sang Zi walked out of the room and found that there was an incubator on the dining table outside.

She stepped forward, and as soon as the incubator was opened, the smell of food came to her nose.

The ingredients are high-end, the packaging is expensive, and it looks like He Yan's style.

She sighed softly, was in a good mood again, sat down to eat something, and then went downstairs to school.

The wind was speeding all the way, and it was almost nine o'clock when I arrived at the gate of Beijing, and the door was full of vehicles and crowds.

As soon as Sang Zi got out of the car, a few little girls came around.

"Sangsang, can you sign it?"

The little girl at the head cautiously came up.

Sang Zi saw the sign in their hands - Sangsang come on.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and took out the pen from her small broken bag while taking the few small notebooks in front of her.

"Write what?"

The girl tilted her head, bit the pen cap in her mouth, propped up one foot on the ground, and her body was still sitting on the big motorcycle, unspeakably arrogant.

Several little girls looked at each other and plucked up the courage to say what they had written.

Sang Zi listened, "Can it be shorter?" ”

"Huh?"

"Is it okay to write the word Sangzi?"

The mushroom-headed girl was a little disappointed, "Can't ...... Write more? ”

Sang Zi frowned, "It's also a ......"

She coughed lightly, sat upright, struck her feet, and began to write what the little girl had said, stroke by stroke.

As soon as she wrote the first word, the circle of people around understood what it meant, and they all covered their mouths and laughed.

Sang Zi: "...... Tut. ”

She closed her mouth with one hand, coughed heavily, quickly crossed out all the words she had written, and then signed her name with lightning speed.

"That...... If you are in a hurry, it is better to sign directly. ”

Everyone: "Oh-"

Sang Zi: "......"

Wipe! I already knew how to practice more words.

She signed her name with a stiff face, and her hands were tired, but fortunately, Li Qian appeared in time and rescued her from the circle.

"Why are there so many people today?" Embarrassed early in the morning, Sangsang has a little temper.

Li Qian pulled her through the crowd, explaining as she walked: "The media are also here, and many seniors are out of the circle long ago like Sang Yu, and fans will come to support." ”

Sang Zi's heart was stuffed, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Li Qian didn't know the little Jiujiu in her heart, and she finally walked to the phalanx of their class, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard the noise inside.

"The roll-up banner was kept by Yu Huanhuan, and now it is ruined like this, you say she is not responsible?"

"Huanhuan can get up early in the morning and get things ready, can you talk with some conscience?"

"Wake up early in the morning and come over to wreak havoc?"

……

Sang Zi listened to two sentences, and probably knew the situation.

In front of their phalanx, a row of roll-up banners in the art department all fell to the ground, and all of them were trampled on.

Roll-up banner is the first front of propaganda and the façade of the college, and there is no shame in any of them.

Yu Huanhuan stood in the middle of a group of people, her face was pale, she opened her mouth several times, but she didn't speak.

"Anyway, everyone is busy with such a game, and now they are directly losing at the starting line."

The one who spoke was Zhao Cheng, who made trouble last time, a tall boy who spoke in a weird way.

"If you have time to force it, it's better to find a way to solve it."

Qin Ziwei didn't know when he appeared beside Sang Zi, and he didn't forget to flash his eyebrows at Sang Zi as he spoke.

"How can this be solved? The roll-up banners are all custom-made, and there is still half an hour for the audience to enter the venue. Some girls whispered, obviously complaining a little bit about Yu Huanhuan.

Yu Huanhuan lowered her head, her lips chapped, "I'm sorry, I ......"

"You can draw it." The cool boy interjected and interrupted Yu Huanhuan's apology.

Lu Yijun stood beside Qin Zijian and made a suggestion with a cold face.

He usually doesn't talk much, but when he speaks, he has extra weight, and the discussion is a lot quieter in an instant.

"Lu Shao's painting is first-class, but do you have time to paint so much alone?" Li Qian asked in a low voice.

"Eight, how is that possible?"

The chatter began to get louder.

Sang Zi stood on the side and watched the play, waiting to see how Lu Yijun heroically saved the United States.

Lu Yijun's voice was cold, and his tone was firm, "Yu Huanhuan and Sang Zi can help me, please prepare tools." ”

Sang Zi: ???

What's the situation?

She blinked her eyes and looked at Lu Yijun, how did this thing know that she could draw.

Lu Yijun deliberately avoided her gaze, walked straight into his classmates, and took apart the damaged roll-up banner to measure the size of the paper.

Sang Zi had a black face, he didn't want to work hard, and he couldn't help Yu Huanhuan, the little girl's crush was hard enough, and it would be pitiful to be targeted again.

She sat down in front of the big tent in front of the phalanx, took the tools handed by the squad, and began to mix colors casually.

I haven't painted for seven or eight years, and I don't know if my hands are alive.

Yu Huanhuan sat beside her and whispered: "I'm sorry, Sangsang, I pulled you into the water." ”

Sang Zi shrugged and winked at the little girl, "It's okay, for your cuteness, I'll bear it." ”

Yu Huanhuan pulled the corners of her lips, her face softened a lot, and when she looked up and saw Lu Yijun's cold face, she lowered her head again, blaming herself.

Sang Zi rolled his eyes at Lu Yijun several times, and the strength of the color adjustment was much greater.

She uses bright and bold colors, tracing and sketching nothing, and directly covering the colors on the paper.

"This level is better than no façade at all." I don't know who muttered.

Sang Zi didn't raise his head, and the movements in his hands continued.

Painting is not an overnight effort, she is not a god, she has not done it for many years, it is impossible to compare with Lu Yijun and other professionals.

You can only use color, simplify the complex, and try to be smart.

"A zombie bride?"

As soon as the colors were spread, the characters took a little shape, and what originally looked like a piece of suddenly slowly became three-dimensional.

Originally, the people around Lu Yijun came over to look at it and saw the content of Sang Zi's painting clearly.

She uses exaggerated comics to highlight the characteristics of the characters and avoid difficult techniques in painting, and the layman looks pretty good, plus the theme of today's art department is a haunted house, which just corresponds.

"It's just a beginner's level." A male voice interjected.

The atmosphere was a little chilly.

Sang Zi raised his head slightly and glanced at the person who spoke, it was the one named Zhao Cheng again.

She pursed her tongue and lips, on the surface, she was still light and light, and she had already figured out a bunch of follow-up games in her heart.

"I'm not good at drawing, why don't you ask your Sang Yu to help?" With the last stroke, Sang Zi threw away the brush and looked at Zhao Cheng defiantly.