After such a toss back and forth, it was already in the afternoon.

He Ziqi has a company car to pick him up, so the rented apartment is relatively remote. By this time, there were no vehicles on the streets.

As she reached the middle of the street, she felt a heavy rain falling from the sky, and although it was a little cold, it made her feel warm, because her body was cold and numb.

She just closed her eyes and tilted her head, standing in the middle of the street, letting the rain wash away from the sky, as if only in this way could she wash away all those unbearable memories of the past.

The streets were quiet, and the rain seemed to want to contain Ivy in the world.

But suddenly a dim yellow light appeared around the corner, and it was difficult to see in the heavy rain. The car swerved sharply, drove fast in the rain, and rushed straight towards Ivy.

Under the strong light, Ivy's body in the rain threw an arc and fell heavily to the ground.

Her eyes were closed, and the blood and rain that spilled beneath her body merged. The blood-stained rain swept through a stream that meandered into a drainage channel in the street.

When the owner of the car got out of the car in a panic to check, he was shocked to find that the person lying on the ground was gone, and the remaining blood marks were slowly washed away by the rain. Stumbling into the car, the car started away, and gradually disappeared into the dense rain curtain.

Remembering everything familiar in her dream, Ivy shuddered and opened the curtains to look outside.

This is where she crossed over, a veritable aristocratic school on the outskirts of Hangzhou, where only the rich could afford to pay the tuition here.

Open the row of wardrobes that belong to her, although the number of pieces is small, but all of them are famous brands.

What this body has is very different from her past.

Her original memory is that her father died in an accident, and her mother couldn't bear the pressure of life, so she and her brother left alone. She hadn't graduated from college at the time, so she had to take on the responsibility of raising her younger brother on her own and earn her own tuition. I only hope that after her brother graduates from college, she will be truly liberated.

Yesterday, I almost didn't know how to get back to the dormitory, and I was almost found out about talking to someone, so I had to use the excuse of a slight concussion.

After arriving at the dormitory, I looked in the mirror, but found that her face was still the same face, but the years seemed to bring it back to when she was in college. The fatigue caused by writing novels and coding words all night every day has disappeared from his face.

There was a light in the sky, and the girl in the same dormitory woke up, and a good morning interrupted Ivy's thoughts. Ivy smiled at her and got up to get ready for class.

Today's class is different from yesterday's large classroom, but an empty classroom, with only low tables on both sides, on which are placed a few pieces of cloth of different colors, some clay pots and porcelain plates, etc., and a few fruits in between.

Ivy quietly breathed a sigh of relief, was this body an art student? In college, one of my best friends was an art student, and she often saw her drawing when she went to see her.

When she was a child, her parents let her study, and then she studied by her side for a summer vacation, although the time was not long, but her friends also praised her, saying that the things she drew were quite decent, and she was angry for this for a long time.

The teacher did not know when he had already stopped in the middle of the classroom and explained in detail the characteristics of oil painting as a pigment, as well as some details to pay attention to when painting.

After learning the basics, she is naturally fluent, and she is not worried.

However, the others walked in and were very skilled in finding the painting tools. Looking at the frame of a wooden shelf covered with a white cloth in their hands, she was a little depressed, and she stood there in embarrassment.

This teacher must have already explained what she wanted to buy before, and everyone is so prepared, just her...... Why don't you ask the teacher for leave to go out and buy now?

Seeing that the teacher seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with her, he walked towards her.

Ivy's palms were already sweaty.

Suddenly, something hard and cool stuffed into her hand. Looking back, it turned out to be the girl I met on the way back to the classroom yesterday, as if I heard someone call her "Belle".

"Xiaoqing, what are you doing in a daze, is it that yesterday's injury is not healed? Do you want me to help you ask the teacher for leave, you better go back and rest! ”

"It's okay, it's all right, let's get started!" Ivy threw a grateful look at her, but Belle was stunned and looked at her with a strange expression. Is she usually that scary?

She looked into the classroom, where everyone else seemed to be getting ready, and the teacher had already walked past her and out of the classroom.

After painting all morning, Ivy's shoulders were so sore that her feet were a little numb.

Studying art is too powerful, not only to think about the composition and what color tone to use to express, sometimes for a good work, one stop is all morning.

Now, for example, she was hungry, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't even think about anything else.

"Give me this, that, and that......" Ivy ordered a large pile of things that filled her tray, and her hands were holding a little swaying.

turned around to brush the meal card, but it seemed that something was tripped under her feet, and her body was about to lean forward involuntarily, and Ivy's scalp was numb, and she fell like this, and it was certain that she would fall miserably.

If she writes a novel, she will definitely ask the male protagonist to save the beauty with a hero, and this is the best time. But this is not a novel scene, and you can be so lucky. Ivy sighed quietly in her heart.

But the next moment, the weight of her heavy tray on her hand was much lighter. A thin, but strong, hand wrapped around her waist.

Ivy couldn't help but be stunned, she didn't hear the sound of shattering, and she was glad to be happy. Before she could stand still, she heard a collective gasp around her. What is worth such an exaggeration?

The hand finally let go of her, and Ivy looked up, but she was dizzy. It turned out to be him again...... I finally knew how strange the people around me were reacting.

"Let's eat together!" Su Che's smile was still warm and bright in the somewhat dark cafeteria.

Ivy looked up in some disbelief, and her heart snickered with joy. The feeling of being invited by a handsome guy, this vanity that overflowed her chest suddenly made her a little ashamed!

Suddenly feeling his hand still on her waist, Ivy took a step back and left the range of his hand.

There was a gasp that was more violent than before, accompanied by a burst of gritted hatred.

Scary, she suddenly wanted to find a hole to get into.

"Thank you for saving me twice. But I don't even know your name. ”

"You don't know me?" the voice floating above his head was warm and soft, like a spring breeze and rain.

Ivy suddenly became nervous, she saw him in a large classroom that day, but the oil painting class was not together, it should be just the relationship between the next class, right?