Admit it, you're heartbroken

Chapter 2 is still very angry!

Zheng Ziyue was slightly startled, she didn't pay attention to what the boy was saying, she just thought it was great to meet him at this moment, the exam was finally hopeful!

The breeze passed by, the sun finally pierced through the clouds, and the sky became clearer in an instant.

There were countless expectations in Zheng Ziyue's eyes.

"Can I ask you to help me take the model exam? It will be paid!"

take an exam?

The foot is twisted like this and still take the exam?

Zhou Yixu was subconsciously ready to shake his head and refuse, people who don't take pain seriously deserve to suffer!

But when he carefully looked at the girl's face and gradually overlapped her with the figure in his memory, his neck froze, and some old memories came to his mind.

He knew her. She was the daughter of Zhou Jiahui, the chief surgeon at Shangyang People's Hospital.

This man, he had seen in the newspaper for five years.

After waiting for half a second, seeing no response from the other party, Zheng Ziyue was overjoyed, "Then I'll take it as your acquiescence!"

Zheng Ziyue, who had long lost her strength, was like Popeye who had eaten spinach at this moment, pulling the boy up from the chair and running to the third floor.

In the classroom, no one moved to rescue the soldiers. The invigilator asked around in various groups, but couldn't borrow anyone to save the scene for a while.

Jingle Bell!
The bell rang suddenly, like a ruthless reminder, and the faces of the students sitting in the classroom were ashen.

"It's over, the exam is over..."

"Teacher, please, why don't you come and be our model!"

"Yes, teacher, please do me a favor!"

If no one can be found, the exams of this group of students are really going to be over!
The teacher glanced at the time, and was heartbroken, ready to sacrifice his life to be a model for this exam.

At this moment, Zheng Ziyue appeared at the door of the classroom with a long figure.

"Teacher! The model has been found!"

The invigilator, who was always sweating for the students, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly said, "Let's start!"

The other students also brightened their eyes, saw hope again, set up the drawing board, and tried to suppress the distracting thoughts in their hearts and find a state of mind.

Zheng Ziyue limped and sat down in the corner, a heart beating faster because of panic and fear, but it couldn't calm down for a long time.

Under the guidance of the teacher, Zhou Yixu came to the French window and sat down.

The projector was facing the blackboard, showing today's exam questions.

Exam Question: Portrait Drawing
Claim:

1. There is a certain sense of formal beauty in the composition and processing of screen form elements;

2. Character images are vivid and fully shaped;
3. Rich shaping, uniform picture effect, half-open frame;

……

Keeping the exam requirements in mind, Zheng Ziyue focused her gaze on the boy sitting by the French window.

His eyes looked down from the top of his head, the bridge of his nose, his lips, and his neck, and his Adam's apple seemed to roll slightly.

When I asked him for help just now, I didn't look at his appearance carefully in a hurry, but now I look at him, he is really a good-looking and endearing person.

He is not the kind of person who is stunning at first glance, but the more he looks the better.

Just like now, even if he is frowning tightly and his face is full of displeasure, he is not annoying, but instead firmly catches the eyes of others.

The arms are casually resting on the knees, and the radian drawn out makes the shoulders wider and the waist narrower. Even if this figure is really going to be a model, there is nothing wrong with it.

An excellent model is also helpful for the exam.

The sunlight shone on him finely, blending harmoniously with the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The other students also observed the boy carefully, as if they were not here to paint, but to admire the paintings.

Feeling the gazes constantly sweeping over his body, Zhou Yixu felt extremely uncomfortable.

It's normal for a good-looking person to receive more attention, but it's the first time in his life that a group of people will study carefully from top to bottom while sitting still.

The pretty eyebrows were furrowed again, Zhou Yixu slowly set his eyes on Zheng Ziyue.

Seriously painting, she seemed to be a different person, and the heavy glasses couldn't hide the sparkle in her eyes.

However, compared to other students who painted calmly, her pale face due to pain seemed particularly stubborn.

The childishness of the slightly opened facial features is gone, but this stubborn expression is the same as the one in the newspaper five years ago, and has not changed.

It turned out that the daughter of the surgeon in charge didn't take the pain seriously, and couldn't even handle it correctly.

Zhou Yixu stared at the other person's swollen ankle, and suddenly felt like laughing, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he became colder instead.

With a thought, he moved his butt.

The posture of the whole person does not seem to have changed much, but the light and shadow around him have changed.

On the other side, Zheng Ziyue's left foot had a fiery tingling pain hitting her nerves, and she kept gasping for breath.

His fingers were trembling slightly and he couldn't control his wrist, and he couldn't stabilize his wrist. He squeezed the paintbrush with all his strength and wrote down the line draft on the paper.

But when I looked up again, I found that the picture I saw was different from before.

Did he move?
Before even wiping off the sweat on her forehead, Zheng Ziyue seized every second.

But when I looked up again, it was different again!

Immediately, he couldn't help but glared at the boy irritably, but he saw the boy looking over indifferently, as if asking, what's the matter?
It's his first time as a model, he doesn't understand, don't blame him.

Zheng Ziyue comforted herself in her heart, but she was still very angry!
In fact, most people with art skills have a certain ability of dictation, and capable painters can freely draw from any angle.

But now Zheng Ziyue, half of her attention is distracted by the pain, and her level is greatly reduced.

She took a deep breath, looked at the drawing board, and forced herself to gradually enter the state.

Looking at the painful mask on Zheng Yue's face, the displeasure on Zhou Yixu's face didn't dissipate, on the contrary, he lost some inexplicable interest, and his thoughts gradually drifted away through her.

The only sound left in the classroom is the rustling of nervous pencils rubbing against drawing paper.

Jingle bell, the bell rang, an hour passed, and the exam was over.

The invigilator looked at the students who were still painting, and sighed, "Hand in the paper."

The students sighed and put down their brushes, looking at Zheng Ziyue with complaints in their eyes.

Everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that they would never be in a group with this bastard again!
A few minutes later, until the examinees and the invigilator had packed up and left, Zheng Ziyue sat on the ground leaning against the wall in a daze, her nose sore, and big tears fell down her cheeks.

If the painting is not finished, the test results must be ugly.

He took off his glasses and buried his face weakly.

Ever since her mother was mistakenly injured and passed away in that medical disturbance, entering the Public Welfare Department of Shangyang Media has become her only goal.

She wants to do her best to let everyone see the work of doctors, to let everyone know more about this profession, and to have fewer tragedies that happen in hospitals.

But still, fucked up...

Zheng Ziyue was shrouded in sadness, completely oblivious to the boy who was still sitting by the French window.

Looking at Zheng Ziyue quietly, Zhou Yixu's beautiful brows never relaxed.

At this moment, a loud female voice came from the corridor.

"Zheng Ziyue!"

Zheng Ziyue sniffled and answered in a buzzing voice.

"Here! I'm in 304!"

"Oh my ancestors, I agreed to take you to eat hot pot to celebrate after the exam, why did you disappear..."

Liang Ying, who rushed into the classroom and was about to ask the teacher for a crime, looked at Zheng Ziyue who was squatting in the corner very sad, and immediately turned off her loud voice.

"what's wrong?"

The visitor wore a pair of fashionable and exaggerated sunglasses between the bridge of his nose, and his slightly curly brown hair hung down his shoulders.

He was also wearing a not-so-bandit name tag, so he sat on the ground without minding it at all.

Looking at her best friend who was sitting next to her, the grievance in Zheng Ziyue's heart was completely broken.

"Xiaoxiang, I messed up this exam."

"It's okay, it's just an exam, and there will be chances."

Tang Xiaoxiang patted Zheng Ziyue's shoulder lightly, completely losing the aura of a flamboyant young lady just now.

After rambling on for a long time, Zheng Ziyue finally stopped crying.

Suddenly, there was a dry cough from a boy in front of him, and the classroom fell silent for an instant.

　The more brewing, the sweeter the cookies
　　
　
(End of this chapter)