Suo Xin is lying in bed, bored, there are no good-looking dramas recently, and there are no good-looking variety shows, what should I do?! What should I do to pass the time?!

Hey, let's just go out for a run! She got up neatly, came to the door to change her shoes, and looked down to find that she had changed into her pajamas, uh, forget it, it's free today, it's better to be at home! I have to change my clothes when I go out, which is too troublesome!!

She came to the study slowly, opened the unusually wide closet, and her expression was dull, "What a waste!" Said to himself. Then he closed the closet in disgust, one wall.

Turned around, looked at the unfinished painting on the desk, depressed, the recent self, completely unable to calm down, the whole heart seemed to float, the mood was also extremely impetuous, not to mention painting, even cooking was absent-minded.

Suo Xin came to the desk, sat down slowly, and took deep breaths again and again, but the effect was not added, so he had no choice but to obediently return to the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and his eyes blinking again and again.

"Tick 。。。。。。"

Suo Xin picked up his mobile phone, originally thought it was to order food, but when he opened it, he found that it was Weibo, or Weibo private message, a message sent by someone who didn't follow to say hello.

She looked at the person who sent the message, didn't know it, ignored it, and deleted the person herself. Anyway, it's idle to do, so let's brush Weibo!

Brushing and brushing, I found that something was wrong, Suo Xin straightened up, sat up directly, with a solemn expression, frowning, looking at the content carefully, the more she looked at it, the more her heart sank, she didn't have time to think, she typed out a paragraph directly, and at the moment she sent it out, she was stunned.

"Hoo 。。。。。" Suo Xin stared at the information in Weibo, exhaled a long breath, and then slowly closed his eyes, and silently began to count in his heart. "One, two, three, four。。。。。。"

a day ago

Bai Xiaobai looked at Gao Yi with admiration on his face, but teased in his mouth: "Is this a beautiful man's plan?!" ”

Gao Yi only frowned slightly, ignoring him.

Bai Xiaobai didn't give up, and continued to tease: "I knew that you had such a big influence, you were early, and now you are still reserved, hum!! After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to pout and express his dissatisfaction.

"I deleted it." Gao Yi saw that Bai Xiaobai was so ignorant of good people's hearts, so he went back directly, and pretended to get his mobile phone.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!" Seeing this, Bai Xiaobai directly hugged Gao Yi's arm and apologized while shaking.

"Let it go!" Gao Yi felt nauseous all over his body, and now even his body began to dislike Bai Xiaobai.

Bai Xiaobai immediately let go, his face was full of smiles, it was called a courtesy.

Colleges and universities in Watermelon City began to circulate a game called, 'Guess who I am?' The content is also very simple, that is, to find the owner of a few bags with paintings, there are no rules, but it must be ensured that people are the deities! The first person to find it can make a request to the first school in Watermelon City, the first year of high school, and there is no limit to the requirements.

As soon as this news came out, the major colleges and universities were in an instant uproar, not to mention how naïve and boring the game itself was, just to say that this school grass was about to graduate, and it was still idle to do this kind of thing.

But perhaps it is the extremely boring and boring college life that will cause this matter to be extremely popular and instantly sweep the hot search lists of major universities.

In the first school of Xigua City:

"Hey, have you seen this painting?"

"No, what kind of strange painting style is this?!"

"Painting style? What are you kidding, look at these photos he posted, more than a dozen, this style is completely self-contained! ”

"Why don't we go find someone from the art department and ask?"

"Okay, let's go."

。。。。。。

A few elementary school girls chattered, and after speaking, they ran towards the art department.

On the campus of the first school in Watermelon City, there have been a lot of students from other schools recently, and some of them are really out of curiosity to come and see who this high school is.

It's a pity that since the news was sent out in the first year of high school, it was as if the world had evaporated, and he never showed up again.

"Senior sister, look at these paintings, are they really painted by girls? Do you think it will be his crush! ”

"Yes, yes, senior sister, look, you look at these paintings, none of them are professional, but they will make people feel comfortable in their eyes, and they don't know what's going on."

“。。。。。。”

Song Qingqing looked at it with a sad face, and the photos they printed out couldn't hear what they were saying at all, and she began to panic inexplicably. "High school, are you really looking for your crush? She's really ... Will it be someone you like? ”

"Senior sister? Senpai? A schoolgirl called softly.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingqing finally came back to her senses, smiled reluctantly, and replied.

"Senior sister, your face is not very good, is there anything uncomfortable?" The elementary school girl asked very warmly.

Song Qingqing was obviously stunned, smiled a little stunned, and replied, "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well last night, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"Senior sister, is our school grass a 10,000-year-old iron tree about to bloom?"

"What she's looking for must be girls, look at these photos, all of them are poetic!"

"It can't be from a boy's hand, right?!"

"You can help me take a look and see if there are any clues!"

The elementary school girl blushed, both excited and excited.

Song Qingqing looked at her at the beginning of her love, which was really enviable. Then he didn't have any idleness in his hands, and sorted the dozen or so photos one by one.

One by one, he introduced: "These are sketches, here are oil paintings, as for these 。。。。。。 It's a bit like an ink painting. ”

"As for the rest, it may be a matter of personal preference of the author, and it is all messy."

"To put it simply, it's just a casual drawing, or it can be an essay."

"Huh? So, so casual?! How can you find that?! "The elementary school girl lost her confidence in an instant, the watermelon market is so big, just looking for one person, wouldn't it be looking for a needle in a haystack?!

Song Qingqing was a little embarrassed when she saw that everyone's interest was swept away, and added very gently: "However, I can be sure that the author is not a professional. I don't think I have any professional training, so I don't know if this will help you. ”

Several people glanced at each other, their eyes lit up instantly, and they suddenly regained their brilliance just now, and then thanked each other one after another.

Song Qingqing looked at them with a smile, coming and going in a hurry, but she was young! Turned around and picked up his mobile phone, forwarded those photos directly to Weibo, and then attached the text: Ladies and gentlemen, come and solve the problem.

Weibo was only sent out for a few minutes, and friends in the same city began to forward it one after another, and everyone began to discuss the matter, and even worse, began to come out and impersonate.

Now the speed of the network is fast, too fast, really fast, fast to the copycat version... It also followed suit.