07.

Xu Xianjia entered the door in a hurry, startling Song Xinxin, who was applying a mask.

Song Xinxin took a deep breath and said, "Are you back?" How's the battle going? ”

There are only two of them living in the dormitory, and the place is quite large. It was originally a four-person room, with beds and tables, but it just so happened that there were not many girls in the class, and after the assignment was completed, it happened that there were only two of them left in a room.

The dormitory is very warmly decorated, with cute wallpaper, the wall is full of photos of the two, things are neatly placed, some small plants are placed on the table, and the greenery shows the love of the two for life.

Xu Xianjia sat down in his place, pretended to be calm and took out a new sketchbook from the drawer, and replied: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. ”

Song Xinxin almost didn't laugh, but she was afraid of laughing at her mask, so she had to hold back a smile: "Girl, dad wishes you success." ”

Xu Xianjia hummed softly, and it was rare that she didn't reply to Song Xinxin's self-proclaimed father. In normal times, she would definitely reply with a smile: "I don't know who is who is daddy!" Am I giving you less fatherly love?! ”

Xu Xianjia turned on the small lamp on the table and turned the first page of the sketchbook. At this moment, only painting can calm her mind.

Xu Xianjia was very quiet when he painted, sat upright, and looked serious.

Thinking of what just happened, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Painting is what makes her happiest and her favorite thing.

But today, I have a happier thing than painting, and I have met people who are more interesting than painting.

WeChat's prompt suddenly sounded, startling her.

Sun Xiao sent a message: How are things going?

Xu Xianjia: What's that? (Black Question Mark Face .jpg)

Sun Xiao: Oops! Did you succeed in taking down Jiang Ying?!

Xu Xianjia: ......

Xu Xianjia: Is Jiang Ying so easy to take?

Sun Xiao: It's okay! Brothers, they're all up to you! I'll send you our timetable for you to see. Find the right moment to start!

Xu Xianjia laughed out loud and replied: Thank you. I will work hard and live up to expectations.

Sun Xiao: Okay! We've all helped you keep an eye on Jiang Ying. Go to bed early, good night.

Xu Xianjia is about to die of happiness: Then you have to help me keep an eye on it, so that Jiang Ying has nowhere to escape. Good night~

Sun Xiao promised: Absolutely! He is now a little sheep to be slaughtered.

Sun Xiao is enthusiastic and familiar, and he has called Xu Xianjia a brother in just one night.

Song Xinxin washed her face, looked at Xu Xianjia, who was still painting, and said, "What about painting?" You go to rest. ”

Xu Xianjia didn't look up: "Okay, I draw very quickly, it won't take much time." ”

Song Xinxin: "That's okay, you can paint." I won't call you anymore. ”

08.

The next morning, the breeze carried a hint of the scent of the earth after the rain.

Xu Xianjia looked up at the sky, the blue sky, without the slightest rise and fall.

It rained last night and the weather is nice today.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket, checked Jiang Ying's class schedule, and silently recited in her heart: Cultural and Educational Building 201.

C is too big, she didn't have a map, she was a little dizzy, and asked several people along the way, only to know where the bus stop sign was, and at which stop to get off to the cultural and educational building 201.

Every time she comes to C University, Xu Xianjia sighs infinitely that her art academy is good, her campus is good, and the campus is of the right size, even if she crosses the entire campus to attend classes, it only takes 20 minutes to walk.

And C big ......

If you walk to class, you may have finished teaching by the time you reach the classroom.

I finally found a classroom, and I was already halfway through the class.

Xu Xianjia found a place in the back row and sat down, and the teacher on the podium glanced at her, with a bit of warning in his eyes, probably thinking that she was a late student.

She looked around, and soon saw Jiang Ying, sitting not far in front of her, wearing a light gray sweater, still neat, with her chin in her left hand and a pen in her right hand, sitting a little casually.

The side face is very good-looking, with a delicate face and three-dimensional facial features, she can even see Jiang Ying's long eyelashes, trembling and trembling, like dancing butterfly wings.

Jiang Ying was very serious when he listened to the class, and occasionally frowned, probably thinking about a problem.

Xu Xianjia put the sketchbook on the table, and the first page is Jiang Ying, a figure drawn last night, standing on a wooden bridge, and the lower right corner is "First Seen". The painting style is delicate and soft, and the characters are also very delicate. The second page is Jiang Ying holding a hydrogen balloon, smiling as if he was being swept by a spring breeze, and signing "Balloon and him".

She turned the third page and began to stare at Jiang Ying to draw.

The teacher on the podium coughed, pushed his glasses, and looked serious: "Students in the back row, don't do other homework during class." ”

Xu Xianjia didn't know that the teacher was talking about her, she still had some schadenfreude in her heart, anyway, she was not a major. She continued to concentrate on painting her own paintings, and sat as firmly as Mount Tai.

The teacher, who was in his early forties, wore an old-fashioned shirt and had gray hair, was very serious in class, and was always angry when he met students who didn't listen.

Seeing that Xu Xianjia didn't react, he couldn't help but raise his voice a few degrees, and reminded again: "When you are in class, the students below should not make small movements." Especially...... Especially the students sitting in the back row! Don't think I can't see the teacher! ”

The students present were startled by the teacher, and subconsciously straightened up, and the students who played with their mobile phones also put away their mobile phones with a little weakness, not to mention the sleepy students, who were scared of a clever and not sleepy, for fear of being caught by the teacher.

When Xu Xianjia focused on painting, he turned a deaf ear to his surroundings.

The teacher continued to lecture, seeing that Xu Xianjia still didn't raise his head or listen to the class, he was angry for a while, and his mouth was crooked. He thought that his authority had been challenged, he pointed at Xu Xianjia and said in a serious tone: "That girl in the back row, get up and answer this question!" ”

Some of the classmates sitting in front of them turned their heads together, and Sun Xiao recognized Xu Xianjia at once, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

Zhao Haoyun and Ye Qingfeng also recognized Xu Xianjia, and after being surprised, they couldn't help laughing.

A hint of surprise flashed on Jiang Ying's face, but it quickly disappeared, and a subtle ripple appeared in his dark eyes.

Xu Xianjia felt a chill down her back after feeling the burning gaze, and she couldn't help but raise her head.

The eyes of a group of people stared at her a little dazed.

The teacher pointed at her again, and his tone began to be helpless: "Yes, it's you." Get up and answer this question. The teacher's eyes were sharp, staring at Xu Xianjia, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

Xu Xianjia stood up a little embarrassed, her face was red, she bit her lip lightly, looking a little sluggish.

Everyone was looking at her, and she felt that her life was threatened, as if she had been overshadowed by everyone's eyes a thousand times.

She nervously clenched the pencil in her hand, looked at the somewhat fierce teacher, and replied tremblingly, "Teacher...... I—I won't. ”

"No, I won't listen to the class!" The teacher glared and frowned angrily, "Sit down!" Listen carefully to the lecture and don't desert, do you hear? ”

Finally, under the teacher's warning, Xu Xianjia nodded obediently, and finally picked up his little life and sat down.

She let go of her hand, her heart still beating rapidly, her clutched pencil rolled a few times on the table, and her palms were wet and covered with light sweat.