Senior is too arrogant

Although the students scolded the bloody, make-up class or to continue. Kangwei will not only contract lunch for senior students, but also have dinner.

"If only you put your cooking energy on your study!" After finishing his last mouthful of rice, Lu Yuzhe put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a paper towel.

"Cooking is a gift. It has nothing to do with energy?" Kang Wei Tucao make complaints about the situation. Seniors always look for opportunities to satirize themselves.

"What's your talent other than cooking?" Lu Yuzhe holds his chest in both hands and looks at her in his spare time.

"And... And..." and like you! In the second half of the sentence, she couldn't speak.

"What else?" Lu Yuzhe's eyes narrowed slightly. He leaned forward and waited for her curiously.

"And... And..." Kang Wei turned his big eyes, but he couldn't think of anything. He finally lowered his head in shame, "it seems that there is no more..."

"Kangwei, do you remember what I told you before about having yourself?" Lu Yuzhe folded his hands on the dinner table and looked at her. Kang Wei nodded, "I hope you not only have your own emotions and temper, but also have your own goals. In the new year, find yourself a hobby!" With that, Lu Yuzhe got up and went to the sofa, picked up his mobile phone, went back to the dining table and looked at her, "I'll go back first, and continue to make up lessons tomorrow!" Then he opened the door and left Kangwei's home.

Kang Wei looked at the closed door and was stunned.

Kangwei went back to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and took out a sketch book wrapped in a bag from the bottom bag. Kang Wei carefully put the sketch book on the desk, gently opened it, and the painted plain faces appeared on the paper.

"Long time no see!" Kang Wei said to the plain face gently.

In the evening, Kang Wei sat at his desk and sharpened a pencil. He held the pencil in his right hand and could not stop shaking. He had not touched the sketch for nearly a year. He was still very afraid to touch it again.

Kang Wei is lying on the bed, thinking about the senior's words, slowly falling asleep.

In order to avoid this morning's situation, Kangwei specially put on the alarm clock before lying in bed.

The alarm clock at 7:00 in the morning wakes Kang Wei up on time. After a while of laziness, he gets out of bed. He not only cleans up himself, but also cleans up his room, and even plans lunch and dinner.

When Lu Yuzhe came to Kangwei's home, she was reciting history, and the events corresponding to the times always gave her a headache.

"I got up early today." Lu Yuzhe looked at Kang Wei wearing sweaters and jeans, with long hair tied up at random at the back, and he looked like he was at home.

"I'm afraid it will delay you!" Kang Wei's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and his expression was very funny.

"If you're really afraid of wasting my time, just learn to be smart, clean up and start class!" With that, Lu Yuzhe went directly to her bedroom desk to prepare for today's homework. Kang Wei simply tidied up the things in his hand and went back to his room. However, he saw Lu Yuzhe looking through his sketch book.

"You painted all these?" Lu Yuzhe looked at the painting on the plain book and asked without looking back.

Kang Wei nodded and found that he couldn't see it, so he said, "well.".

"The dates are all from last year. You haven't painted them for more than a year?"

"At that time, I was busy with the exam, so I didn't have time at all..."

"Is that true?" Lu Yuzhe suddenly turns around and looks at her. Kang Wei is scared by his eyes and doesn't dare to speak.

"And this one?" Lu Yuzhe suddenly turned the plain face book over to the page, on which was the face of a person who had just shown the outline. Kang Wei stares at the big eyes and grabs the plain face book with the power of quick thunder.

"How can you look at other people's things?"

Looking at her nervous appearance, Lu Yuzhe couldn't help laughing. Although it was just a silhouette, Lu Yuzhe could see that she was painting him.