The next morning at eight o'clock to gather, Xu Youzhi nested in the quilt, rarely opened the author's backstage, squinted his eyes and sent a big fat chapter out, and then struggled for a while, before reluctantly sitting up.

She sat in the quilt, rubbed her broken hair a little irritably, wrapped her coat, and then saw Lin Yixian, who was frowning, jumped out of bed to wash.

Xu Youzhi washed her face, caught a glimpse of her pale complexion, yawned, and asked her, "Can you?" Do you want me to help you ask for leave from Fan Xiao? ”

Lin Yixian felt that this was feasible: "What is the arrangement today?" ”

"Visit, come back in the afternoon and sketch."

"Then you might as well help me take a leave of absence...... Don't forget to take more photos. ”

Then when Xu Youzhi came back, she would follow the painting.

After having breakfast downstairs, everyone gathered to find a place to paint.

On the way, they saw a lot of elderly people, writing or painting in their yards, fiddling with the flowers and plants in the courtyard, tiles lined up one after another, moss climbing vines, and the artistic conception was ethereal.

Rigorously carrying painting tools on his back, he was silent in the lively army, Xu Youzhi, as a squad leader, naturally walked at the forefront of the army.

He Zhili is tall and long-legged, standing at the back of the class, but the road is quite relaxed, basically a few people with good relationships get together a bunch of novel things he glanced at the rigor who was far away, frowned, hooked his neck, and took him to find Xu Youzhi.

Chen Xuyang: ......

Chen Xuyang: ?

He looked at He Zhili with a shocked face, and then looked at the rigor who broke free from the shackles of the teenager with a shocked face, and chased after him a little incredulously: "Brother Li, when did the relationship between the two of you get better?" ”

"Xu Youzhi explained," He Zhili's eyebrows were cold, hooked him tighter, gritted his teeth, and jumped out from between his teeth word by word, "Let me not let him be left alone." ”

Rigorous's eyebrows jumped, and the force of clamping the opponent's wrist was also loosened.

Thin and light lip color slightly pursed.

The third class that followed happened to see He Zhili hooking the other party's neck with a cold eyebrow and an expressionless face, and pressed the rigorous thin figure to the bottom, and the strict face was slightly pale, and he completely gave up the struggle after breaking free twice.

Some of the little sisters of the third class who were strict in appearance immediately felt a heartache like an old mother, and bit their handkerchiefs:

", look at the rigor of the second class in front, were you bullied by He Zhili?"

"Woo woo woo woo Xu Youzhi come to the rescue, our family is rigorous."

The blue brick alley on the road was quite meaningful, Xu Youzhi took a photo and sent it to Lin Yixian, and then glanced at it again, and saw He Zhili on one side a little indifferent and ruthlessly hooked his strict neck, and looked at her from afar through the quiet air and the swaying head.

She slowed her pace to the back of the line and stood in front of him.

Then look at Hochiri.

I looked at it again and saw the cold and indifferent rigor.

She almost vaguely felt that if Lin Yixian didn't confess again, maybe Rigor would develop into her future rival.

So she raised her hand, and the palm fell on the arm that the young man was holding strictly, the force was not large, and it was away at the touch of it, but the voice was crisp.

"Let go," she raised, "that's how you take care of it?" ”

He Zhili: "......"

This is outrageous.

She asked him to take care of Rigor and not to leave him alone, and he did, albeit reluctantly...... But why was he the last to be beaten?