Hypocritical Adonis

The doctor sent the message as usual at night.

Seeing the news from him, Qi Cheng suddenly remembered that he still had a trumpet, and that trumpet had also added a lemon group that vomited himself.

He switched on the QQ to switch the trumpet, and as soon as he stepped on the board, the prompt began to sound loudly, and it rang for a while before being completely quiet.

[Men's High School Student Online Lemon Group] The administrator privately poked Qi Cheng, and Qi Cheng must participate in the review. After the review, he can stay in the group, otherwise he will kick the people on Friday night.

It was very standardized, Qi Cheng pondered for a while and asked: [How to audit? ]

The administrator responded quickly: [Our simple, is to determine whether you really don’t like Qi Cheng, just tell him a shortcoming, and give it to you. ]

Qi Cheng thought about it, his finger flying on the screen, [IMHO, he has shortcomings? ]

[The cigarette lighter's hand trembles slightly.JPG], the administrator vicissitudes said, [otherwise, how do you think our group may only have less than 200 people? ]

Qi Cheng smirked several times, and he started to look for his shortcomings when he laughed enough. [He was dragged by his own language and English in the last exam. Is this a shortcoming? ]

[Forget it! ]

The other party was very excited, [His grades have always been good, I’m too lazy to ask for a blow, is this a rollover? ! ]

Qi Cheng sincerely said, [English 109, Chinese 101, he wanted to rush into the top 10 of the grade, but failed to roll over]

[...] The administrator has arrived.

After coping with the review, Qi Cheng quit the chat interface and was planning to go to the group to look at it, and another message prompt sounded.

[Qi Zhong: buddy]

Didi twice.

[Qi Zhong: You said you are Qi Cheng’s classmate, right?]

[Qi Zhong: Has he often been out of the classroom these past two days? ]

Qi Cheng looked at the message on the phone, his eyes flickered and replied: [How? ]

Qi Zhong simply asked: [Qi Cheng is in love? ]

fall in love?

[Shuaicheng your husband: who said he is in love? ]

[Qi Zhong: So no talk? ]

Qi Zhong dragged the quilt to cover his head, and the faint light of the phone screen shone on his face, his eyes blinking at the other party's news without blinking.

7, 8, 9, 10...

[Shuaicheng your husband: You ask him, how can I know such a thing. ]

Qi Zhong's eyes widened, what the hell!

When he wanted to say something to the other party, the other party showed that he was offline.

After spending two days at the Jiang family, Qi Cheng returned to school.

He went back directly to the classroom. When Xia Li and Zhu Fan entered the classroom with a slight smile, the two cried out in surprise.

"When I came back, I saw a newly opened Northeast restaurant outside the school gate," Qi Cheng said, avoiding their salted pig hands and smiling, "Don't make trouble, invite you to dinner at noon."

"Okay," Zhu Fan threw the school uniform coat at him, "I said why did you ask me to bring a school uniform coat, it turned out that it was back."

Xia Li, "We thought you needed the second class to come back."

Qi Cheng was still wearing casual clothes, and among the crowd wearing school uniforms, she was as dazzling as the beautiful scenery.

He took the coat that Zhu Fan threw to him, and put it on easily.

Xu Ning in the front row secretly glanced at him for a few moments, and suddenly a little sad.

At such an age, seeing such a good boy is actually a very cruel thing.

The memory of youth will only make him more perfect, and even afterwards, he will feel that everyone is not as good as him.

The more you think about it, the harder you feel about reality.

noon.

Qi Cheng and Xia Li Zhu Fan left the classroom and waited at the entrance of Han An's studio.

Their art teacher is commenting on the painting. There are many people around the front door and back door. Han An stayed behind the teacher and raised his hand to make a gesture.

Qi Cheng had just fallen asleep, and now he can't recover. The broken hair in front of the forehead was pushed up, the full forehead was exposed, and a red mark was pressed out on the face, which was another kind of unrestrained.

Xia Li and Zhu Fanrang stood alone before he was awake, and the two ran to the other side, saving the green leaves beside the flowers.

Three minutes later, the group of four walked outside the school.

The newly opened restaurant that Qi Cheng said is nearby, two floors, and the decoration is in line with the aesthetics of young people.

When they just walked downstairs, someone shouted, "Hey."

Smokey, hoarse.

Qi Cheng looked up.

There is a balcony on the second floor, which is full of flowers and plants, colorful red flowers climb the railing, and hang a bright and lush waterfall.

Wu Yuan stood in the middle of the balcony smoking a cigarette, looking down from the top.

His eyes were dark, and after watching for a few seconds, he spit out a smoke and dropped a box of cigarettes from his palm.

Qi Cheng reached out and caught it, and the cigarette case was just thrown into his palm. There was only one cigarette left in it, and there were 500 yuan rolled together.

The corner of his mouth was lifted, Qi Cheng took the cigarette out of his mouth, looked up at the second floor, and the smoke moved up and down in his mouth.

Looking down from the perspective of the second floor, he looked so handsome at the time that he felt blushing.

Wu Yuan was busy with her own affairs a few days ago, rarely staying in school and seeing Qi Cheng rarely.

Seeing now, Qi Cheng has changed again.

Wu Yuan watched them enter the restaurant, shook the soot with his fingertips, and stood for a few more minutes before turning back to the second floor.

The first floor.

The waiter took them to their place, and reminded them after ordering a few dishes, "We have a welcome event three days before the opening, and we can give you a homemade dessert. Which one do you want?"

None of the four people present ate sweets. Qi Cheng refused, "No, thank you."

Before the dishes came up, Han An glanced upstairs and asked, "How did you relate to him?"

Wu Yuan's cigarette was unlit, and he played it between his fingers, "I knew it before."

"The death of his main action caused Wu Yuan," Xia Li couldn't hold back and told Qi Cheng and Wu Yuan about the blood case caused by a cigarette. They said, "As for later, I don't know."

"Last time, I took the initiative to say hello to Qi Cheng outside the hallway and scared me."

Han An poked Qicheng with chopsticks, "This guy is not easy to mess with, and it's a mess in the society. Every day, there is a **** blood in Qicheng, Qi Cheng, don't hire him."

Qi Cheng smiled and threw the cigarette aside, staring at Han An with his chin, "I won't recruit him."

"You guy..." Han An, "You're afraid it's already recruited."

Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows, the waiter served the dish, and several people ate while chatting, because the time limit for the second nap was still slightly accelerated.

After half an hour, they got up and went out. Qi Cheng paid at the door, and the cashier handed over a cake, "Handsome, your cake."

Qi Cheng casually said: "I don't need it."

"This is not a gift," the cashier's embarrassed expression said. "This is another customer who paid to buy it for you. Are you sure you don't want it?"

Qi Cheng paused and took it from him.

A sticky note is attached to the beautifully packed cake outer box. The handwriting on it is cold and sharp, dancing wildly.

[Second time, hi]

The first four words were cold and hard, but the last word broke the cold hard shell of this line of sharp writing.

[Schoolmaster gives you sweets, do you want to accept them? 】

[A. Compared to sweets, I would like to know what kind of expression the school tyrant looks for when I buy desserts]

[B. It’s really... a little foul cute]

Qi Cheng glanced around, but did not see Wu Yuan around. He ripped off the post-it and put it in his pocket, then lifted the cake, "Thank you to the guest."

When he came out, Xia Li several people were still strange, "Why did you take the small cake again?"

The little cakes are white and pink, and Qi Cheng lifts them up to show them, with a smile: "Not cute?"

"lovely."

It feels sweet to watch.

A few people returned to school, just started to take a nap. After waking up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Qi Cheng had already slept in the morning and is still in a state of extreme distress. He got out of bed, his eyes half open, and followed the flow of people into the water room.

Xia Li said that he was a sleeping god, and he was not really wronged.

Qi Cheng squeezed in front of a faucet, clean and cool drops of water rushed down, and he poured water onto his face.

The water room was full of soap and laundry liquid, and the three small windows were soaked in sunlight, dyeing the drop of water on the tip of Qi Cheng's nose to a golden color.

"This is Qi Cheng?"

"I said at the same table that I had a facelift to get half the handsome QAQ"

The insidious voice was blurry in ears, and Qi Cheng's water-stained hands plucked a hand back and forth and completely awoke.

The roommates who knew how much he could sleep also took the opportunity to wash his face, and finally didn't have to worry about putting his face in the sink.

More than two o'clock is the time when people flow to the teaching area. Obviously it is already mid-August, but the sun at noon is extremely dazzling. If you wear a school uniform coat, you will be sweated by the big sun.

The school uniforms of the second middle school are all pure white. This color is placed on the slightly shorter and fatter people, which is a real disaster. But if it is a clothes rack, it is thin, tall and tall.

Han An's studio is on the other side of the first floor. Qi Cheng and they happened to pass by. When they reached the door of the studio, Han An stopped them and said, "Wait."

Beckoning and beckoning them to come in and see.

There are about thirty students in a studio. This season is suitable for sketching, but Han An’s art teacher is extremely strict, giving up the great outdoor scenery and letting them copy the photos.

Today I am copying the hand, and more than thirty drawing boards are all hung with the same printed photo.

"When you meet the bust, or the head of the hand appears," Han An explained, "The one in our class is a terrible sight. The last class in the morning is all in the hands, and the afternoon should be all in the hands."

He looked at Qi Cheng for several times, and suddenly smiled badly, "Qi Cheng, is this picture familiar?"

Well-informed and active, all know that Qi Cheng has made a hand model.

But what is a hand model, what kind of photos are taken, and what do you need to do for a good photo? All these things are unknown.

Others spread the word that Qi Cheng was a model.

The picture on the side with a clip on the drawing board is a close-up of a hand.

The background is pure black, but the hand is white, the bones are distinct, and from top to bottom, a delicate blooming rose is carried casually.

The flower heart drips a drop of transparent water drops, round and smooth under the black background, and drops to the bottom of the photo.

Looking across the photo, it seemed that both hands had a light scent of roses.

This photo is very in line with the aesthetics of art students, and can also arouse the urge of art students to copy, but only, this is not suitable as a reference picture for learning how to draw good hands.

This is Qi Cheng's hand, a photo he once took.

"People in the studio studied this photo of you," Han An teased him. "How, how do you feel?"

"How did you study this way, and you still painted so ugly," Qi Cheng looked at Han An's drawing board, smiled, and raised his hand, which was also a free-falling gesture, and sent it to Han An, "Hey, let you touch the study."