A few days later, Xiao Chen was taking a landscape sketching class, and the sketching class of the architecture department was really nothing to see, and a group of people almost took a ruler to measure those buildings.

Although the painting is really not popular, but the sun on the campus is warm, the warm breeze is blowing, the sycamore flowers are blooming just right, the pink of the trees is very good-looking, and the students and pedestrians on the road always can't help but look at them, because this kind of enviable class is not available in every major, everyone is looking for the angle of painting and then where to sit, Xiao Chen and Su Yang knew that the sun was not covered since they came back from Liuzi's house, and the sunburn was really uncomfortable, so they went straight to the shade of the tree and set up the drawing board.

A painting is a morning, in fact, it's quite boring, the point is that you can't draw, people are professional art students, they are all science students before they are admitted to university, except for the assault to learn a sketch, few people have learned this thing of color, the teacher is more Buddhist, you paint it yourself, the teacher escaped.

Xiao Chen looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her, except that she hooked the pavilion, it seemed that the perspective was not quite right, and then he really didn't know how to draw the plane tree full of pink flowers.

"I'm really sorry for this tree," Xiao Chen sighed.

Su Yang glanced at Xiao Chen's painting: "Who says it's not, I feel like I'm going to paint that pavilion down."

The male classmate next to him answered: "It's okay, it's enough to be beautiful, it doesn't matter if you're beautiful or not."

Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows: "I love to listen to this, yes, I'm here for two sentences."

Xiao Chen is used to the boys in their class making fun of them.

The girl next to her cast a jealous look: "Cut, what's so great about growing up and looking good, I have all of her."

Another boy answered: "Do you know the Fibonacci sequence?"

Jealous Woman: "Well, yes, the golden section."

Boy: "People are the same as these sequences, those two are Fibonacci sequences, and you are the random sequence."

The jealous woman was so angry that she dumped the boy with the water of the shabu-shabu.

At this time, Song Minghui quietly came to Xiao Chen's back, carrying two cups of hot drinks in his hand, Song Minghui's outfit today looks carefully cleaned up, a pair of white shoes and cloth shoes, dark jeans, and a pure white T-shirt on his upper body, just looking at a little sunburn marks on his neck, which is the result of them going to Liuzi's house to dry, and the whole person looks very clean.

Song Minghui casually handed Su Yang a cup of hot drink and motioned her not to make a sound, and Su Yang took the drink with a knowing smile.

Song Minghui squatted behind Xiao Chen, and gently covered Xiao Chen's eyes with both hands.

"Su Yang, don't make trouble, what about the proportion," Xiao Chen reached out and grabbed the hands that were blindfolded, but suddenly felt that this hand was a little big, and the bones were distinct, it was definitely not Su Yang, this was a boy's hand, suddenly I thought about it, although there were many boys in the class, no one joked with her like this, and I was terrified in my heart, who was it?

Xiao Chen quickly threw away the paintbrush and grabbed the hands that were covering her eyes, and when she turned around, it turned out to be Song Minghui

Xiao Chen was both pleasantly surprised and surprised,

"Why are you here? Didn't you have a class? Xiao Chen whispered, afraid of attracting the attention of others

"I have a class in the morning, and this class will be over," Song Minghui did not lower his voice.

"It's not good for you to be quiet, let others see it," Xiao Chen whispered

"What are you afraid of, you can say it, I'm your boyfriend, it's hard for me to be sneaky when I come to deliver a drink?" Song Minghui looked at Xiao Chen with a wicked smile.

Su Yang suddenly understood.

Xiao Chen finally understood in his heart: It turns out that I am his girlfriend means that I am his, and she is my boyfriend means that he is mine, so I admit that he is my boyfriend, that is, I want me to contact my life circle, my friends, my roommates must know that Xiao Chen admits Song Minghui, so it is, this is damn possessive.

"Look at your painting, it's really miserable, come and I'll teach you," Song Minghui's tactics were successful, and he happily commanded with a paintbrush.

"You see your perspective is wrong, didn't you just practice perspective in sketching last semester?"

"Look, this color, don't just look at what you see, the color is blurred, isn't there a background color behind it?"

"First lay the base color, then draw the branches of the tree, and then you see that there are still parts on the branches that are covered by flowers, so it's right to press one layer after another."

"Also, don't all flowers be the same color, can a place with strong light and a weak place be one color? There's a highlight here. ”

Song Minghui has opened the Tang Seng mode.

Xiao Chen turned on the mute mode, anyway, he smeared a stroke on Xiao Chen's painting from time to time, but the jealous girl couldn't hold it anymore on the side.

"Brother Song, you will guide me!"

I'm sorry, that tone is completely different from just now, and the boys next to me are shivering.

"Ah, you're very good at drawing, very good, you don't need guidance." surname

Minghui said weakly, glanced at Xiao Chen, and smiled awkwardly, because Xiao Chen and Su Yang were sitting in the back, most of the people in the class didn't pay attention to Song Minghui, an outsider.

After a while, the kung fu teacher returned.

"Isn't this anyone, the head of the art class, why are you here, why did you come here to visit, this is not as good as your painting, you are here to find your family, right?" Teachers generally have an impression of everything about the class leader, because they are asking for names or receiving homework, so they are more familiar with the class leader.

As soon as the word family came out, everyone looked back, making Xiao Chen very embarrassed, Song Minghui smiled slightly, "Passing by, passing by, by the way, take a look at your girlfriend, by the way, hehe." "I'm worried about how to make it public, the teacher God assists.

Lao Qin looked at Song Minghui, who was sitting next to Xiao Chen, and said with a smile: "You said that you are really, there are so many girls in your class, you have to come to our class to grab it, then say okay, come over to guide the color class in the future."

The boys in the class sighed!

"Ah, you can't talk about guidance, it's just by the way, by the way." Song Minghui's smiling face could no longer hide the joy in his heart

"Okay, I'm leaving, I've achieved my goal." Song Minghui leaned into Xiao Chen's ear and said.

Xiao Chen glanced at Song Minghui resentfully: "Let's go, let's go."

Xiao Chen knew in his heart that he had fallen into Song Minghui's trap

Song Minghui got up and was about to leave.

The teacher called out to Song Minghui: "Hey, it's all here, don't go, come and show them, save me coming, you can sit at that girl and demonstrate to them."

"This, this is not good!" Song Minghui thought to himself that this teacher was too lazy.

"What's not good, classmates have to help each other." The teacher brought out all the words that fooled the elementary school students.

As a result, Song Minghui was holding Xiao Chen's drawing board and being watched by a group of people.

The relationship between the two of them was completely public.

In the following days, the sweet love mode was opened. Song Minghui's saddle has become Xiao Chen's exclusive position, and every time he rides with Xiao Chen, Song Minghui always has to go around the road with the most people, as if to announce to the world that it is my girlfriend sitting in the back, please don't dig the feeling of digging the foot of the wall. The two of them ate together, studied together, and participated in activities together, like glue, but sometimes Song Minghui also took advantage of the weekend to work with He Sheng to paint hand-painted.

Song Minghui went in and out of the professional classroom of the Department of Architecture as his own class, and then he was still playing hot with the boys in architecture, and he could still play basketball if he had nothing to do.