Just as he was about to walk outside to the library again, he suddenly heard a person next to Su Che who was not very noticeable speak. It should be his classmate, and the two have a good relationship. If he hadn't spoken, all the light would have been blocked by Su Che, and he couldn't see anyone at all.

"I heard that you have recently gotten quite close to a girl named Ai Qing in the next class, is it possible that our talented Su Da handsome guy Su already wants to be famous and have a master?" The man used a book to block the sun above his head, and his face was a little thin, but his voice was crisp and good.

Ivy looked closely, as if she didn't remember writing about such a small person. Hearing the mention of her, the corners of Ivy's lips showed some smiles, these people are really good at making up nonsense, and they can make up any scandal and gossip. I just don't know how this Su Che will describe her? With his sunny and warm personality, he probably just laughs it off, right?

Ivy was about to walk away, but heard some disdainful voices behind her: "Just such a girl, do you think I can look at it?"

Ivy was standing at the edge of the woods, her eyes fixed on the woods, as if they were about to burst into flames.

What does it mean that she is the kind of girl that she looks down on?

Ivy thinks that although Ai Qing's character loves vanity, this is a character she has been thinking about for a long time, and it can be said that why she is not worried about being recognized here at all, the reason is that Ai Qing is the epitome of herself.

Su Che actually despised her, which was simply unbearable.

Ivy almost wanted to go up and knock him on the skull, but she held back, constantly telling herself that it was for the sake of the big picture.

Holding a book in the library, she couldn't calm down for a long time, and if she didn't teach him a lesson, she didn't know how many means she had, and once the author said a joke when chatting together, don't easily anger the author, because you don't know what kind of means she will design for you next, these are just pediatrics for familiar authors.

Ivy thought of a plan in a blink of an eye, smiled happily at the corner of her lips, and got up and walked towards the bookshelf,

Originally, Ai Qing was not such a diligent person, after all, he was a lucky person who didn't need to study too much to gain a lot, even if he drew two strokes casually, the teacher would be shocked, but Ai Wei was a little tired of coping, because the art she knew was just some of the most basic, if you want to really make these people not too suspicious, you still need to come to the library to make up for the previous things, these are mainly to enhance her own confidence.

For example, in the art knowledge she knew a little, she was not taught how to paint oil paintings at all.

And what are the characteristics of oil painting, in the past, gouache paint was used for painting, after painting, the pen needs to be cleaned in the bucket until there is no dirty paint left, and then dried to re-occupy the clean pigment to paint.

But after half a week of oil painting classes, she was still ignorant of oil paints.

The brush is different, the bristles are harder than gouache, and the color is adjusted on the wooden board after gluing the paint, which is more vivid than the gouache paint, and poking it into the transparent oil will make it a bright and dazzling stroke on the canvas.

It feels like it's very useful.

Ivy had already flipped through the previous lessons, and she had a headache.

On the shelf, I finally turned to a book about the basics of oil painting, the pages are very new, as if not many people have turned over, looking at the other books with the master's oil paintings on them, the pages are even more yellow.

Ivy felt embarrassed for a while, probably these basic knowledge, as long as she was a student of the art department, she would have been very familiar with it for a long time, but she still needed to read the book deliberately.

Don't say it, although this is an aristocratic school, there are many upper-class young ladies and gentlemen, who are pampered and protected at home on weekdays, but I didn't expect to be equally serious in school. Ivy observed for a moment, then buried herself in her book.

At noon on this day, when I came back from the cafeteria, I staggered by Su Che and didn't say a few words. Return to your rental place and throw your backpack on the soft stool.

Open your laptop to surf the Internet.

Although she doesn't know if she can return to that world, she has developed a habit in the past few years. Write down some ideas that come across by chance and write them down in simple words. If I have the opportunity to go back, I may be able to use it again, and I will have a lot of writing material.

Ivy was quite proud of her idea.

The penguin avatar in the lower right corner suddenly lit up, and Ivy clicked on it, only to see the computer screen flash, and a concise dialog box popped up.

Someone wants to add her as a friend, there are two of them.

Ivy has formed a habit when she surfs the Internet, because she is afraid of being disturbed, so she basically doesn't chat, so there is no need to add new netizens. So the usual practice is to click on it and turn it off directly.

It's just that she just wanted to turn it off, but she paused, because she saw a familiar name at random glance of her eyes.

"Hanqin?" Where have you heard the name? Oh, by the way, isn't that the name that is left under the review section of her "Lucky Darling"?

With a slight tap of her index finger, Ivy clicked the add button. After a while, there was a ticking sound, and it was a message from that person.

"Hello!"

It was a simple and boring opening statement, and Ivy was suddenly a little disappointed. Her time is precious, and she doesn't waste her time on small talk.

It suddenly occurred to her that this and the outside were just two different worlds, when did she become so impulsive.

Just about to close the dialog box, who knew that the other party didn't wait for a response to ask another sentence, which made Ivy stop the mouse.

"Do you know how to write a novel?" followed by a smiling emoji.

Ivy thought for a while and responded, "No, you write a novel?" Here, how could she easily expose herself, what if someone wanted to assassinate her?

"I like to read novels. It's a little pitiful to see some newcomers who are always being bombarded. ”

Ivy couldn't hold back anymore when she heard this. When I first started writing novels, I wrote about a plot that readers didn't like, and I was bombarded by some individual readers to the point that I even hid under the covers and cried for several nights. It's just that it was only later that I carefully understood the reader's taste, which made it much better. However, it is inevitable that newcomers will make all kinds of mistakes, which is also caused by lack of experience, and there is no way to do it.

In this way, Ivy began to talk to the man, and the time was in a hurry, and an hour or two passed as soon as the chat passed.