Yes.

This cold academic bully male god is Fu Jing'an.

"Fu Jing'an ......"

Ye Lanxi silently recited the name in her heart.

It should look good.

At this time, the school doctor said: "Ye Lanxi, the third class of high school, has a normal body temperature, I will prescribe some medicine for you, you take it back, remember to take the medicine on time." ”

"Well, okay, thank you, Uncle Doctor. ”

She nodded, took her medicine and left the school doctor's office.

......

It's just over one o'clock in the afternoon.

It's the lunch break time at Nan'an School.

The students in the school all went home for dinner and lunch break.

Coming out of the school doctor's office, Ye Lanxi stood at the door for a few seconds.

I glanced up at the school building in front of me.

The gaze lingers in the direction of the painting classroom.

She remembered that during her lunch break before, she seemed to have seen Fu Jing'an painting in the painting classroom.

I don't know if he's there today......

With this in mind.

Ye Lanxi walked in the direction of the teaching building where the painting classroom was located.

......

Soon.

She came to the door of the painting studio.

The door to the painting classroom was hidden.

Through the narrow gap between the door and the frame, she squinted and tiptoed into the studio.

The windows of the studio were wide open.

The whole space of the studio and classroom is bright and spacious.

Looking through the crack in the door, I looked at the studio for a while.

Eventually, the sight is in a corner by the window.

She saw the back of a generous and majestic boy, sitting upright in front of the drawing board.

This boy must be right, there is nothing wrong with helping Jing'an.

In the memory screen she opened, although she couldn't remember his face, she remembered his figure.

The breeze carried the slightest coolness, blowing the half-open window and fluttering, from time to time passing over the shoulders of the male voice.

......

The mood is beautiful.

Fantasy, painting, dream,

It's all so beautiful that it's unreal.

But it gives people a feeling of stepping into a fairyland, which makes people's body and mind inexplicably relaxed.

It seems that the mind then fell into the fairyland.

I don't know if it's her delusion.

His back gave her a very familiar feeling.

It also gave her a feeling of "being in a different world".

It seems like they've seen each other a long, long time ago.

She and he seem to have known each other for a long, long time.

Seeing him again, coupled with that familiar and unfamiliar feeling, made her feel that her encounter with him seemed to be separated by hundreds of millions of light years.

It's right in front of you.

However, it felt untouchable.

-

Ye Lanxi gently pushed the door of the studio open, trying not to make any noise, bent her waist, and quietly walked behind the young man.

Squatting at his side with his knees folded, looking up at the pattern on the drawing board in front of him.

He painted a picture of a long-haired woman.

Each strand of the woman in the painting outlines a kind of perfection that is enough to show the superb painting level of the painter.

But the facial features of the woman on the painting have not yet been painted, so Ye Lanxi actually doesn't know who he is drawing.

The reason why I think he painted a woman is because of the lifelike long hair in the painting.

-

"Enough of it. ”

The boy didn't look back, still focused and serious on the brush to add color to the picture on the drawing board.

His voice was clear and melodious.

Like a stream of clear water, gurgling into the ears.

It is also like the spring breeze in March, which warms people's hearts.