Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

Now it is the first time that the monitor is disinfecting her in reality.

"Squad leader, when did you disinfect me?" Yuanzi asked cautiously.

The squad leader held Yuanzi's jade feet, and also paused upon hearing this.

"Ah, I, yes, when did I sterilize you..." The squad leader was at a loss, his head running wildly.

In less than two seconds, the squad leader laughed and said, "I remembered wrongly. I sterilized my cousin. My cousin also has a round face. She looks as cute as you."

No, definitely not like this, Mariko looked at the monitor's expression and had a premonition in his heart - the monitor was lying!She has dream memories!

Why didn't the squad leader dare to admit it? Is there something unspeakable hidden in it?

Yuanzi was thinking about the dream calmly, and the squad leader was also very guilty, and lowered his head to disinfect Yuanzi's jade feet.

The squad leader felt guilty because his dream didn't really happen, how could Yuanzi be involved in it, it would only make Yuanzi worry about her mental state for no reason.

As for Yuanzi, she didn't want to lure people into dreams to harm others, so she didn't want to take the initiative to talk about that terrible dream, for fear of arousing the nightmare in the monitor's heart.

"Hiss, it hurts." Mariko shouted.

"Sorry, I'll be lighter." The squad leader slowed down a little.

But the wound itself was not big, and it was quickly disinfected, and then the band-aid was put on.

After the wound was sealed with a soft band-aid, the squad leader's mood also returned to tranquility, and he could control his expression.

Yuanzi also finished thinking at this time, and decided to insinuate and ask the monitor how much he knew.

However, the monitor was the first to speak: "Mariko, let me help you see if there are any glass shards. I'm worried that they won't clean it up, and you are so lazy, you certainly won't check the glass shards on the ground seriously. No way."

After finishing speaking, the squad leader got up and went to find a broom to sweep the floor. He looked more serious than the nanny.

Mariko watched the monitor sweep the floor, the monitor was right, Mariko really didn't bother to check the floor for any glass shards.

She is also happy to have some help.

She lay heartlessly on the sofa, her legs turned up slightly, she held her face with her hands, and asked, "Squad leader, I want to grow vegetables and sell them on your street, what do you think?" Have you messed up?"

The squad leader's home is on a vegetable market street, where there are many vegetable farmers selling vegetables. Yuanzi has been to that street and is deeply impressed by it.

The squad leader didn't know that Mariko was talking nonsense, so he said, "You don't have space here, it's impossible to plant."

"Is there any vegetable that doesn't require a lot of space and is easy to grow?"

"Yes, you can grow vegetables without soil on the balcony, but you are so lazy, how can you grow vegetables?"

"I reckon, you'll stop growing the vegetables the first day you plant them."

When the squad leader said this, he couldn't help laughing out of Yuanzi's various appearances of salted fish.

"Don't laugh, how about planting with me, monitor, I will pay for it, and you will pay for manpower."

"Aren't you going to use that little money for food expenses? You should have a better meal before the college entrance examination." The monitor disagreed with Yuanzi's spending plan.

"Make money with money, you can't let money get moldy."

Although Mariko's words were correct, the monitor still disagreed.

"I have to prepare for the college entrance examination, so I won't help you grow vegetables. Don't think about it."

"Then what kind of vegetables do you know how to grow? Teach me, and I will grow it myself."

"Eggplant, cabbage, tomato..." The squad leader reported the names of several dishes without thinking.

Mariko lay on the sofa, oh, and then fell into a daze.

The class monitor didn't notice anything unusual, because Yuanzi was such a stupid person, he would often be in a daze in class, and would also be in a daze when he came home.

The squad leader swept the ground for several rounds before leaving Yuanzi's house. It was late at night, almost eleven o'clock.

When the squad leader returned to the vegetable market street downstairs, she suddenly remembered something.

I don't seem to know how to grow vegetables, so why did I report the names of the dishes to Yuanzi so confidently.

It was as if she could grow vegetables for granted.

"It's so strange." The squad leader was puzzled, and fell asleep with doubts.

dreaming.

Yan Qianqian dreamed of going back to that ghostly place whose name she didn't know.

There was no living person there, only Mariko and her.

In order to survive, she forced Yuanzi to accompany her to grow vegetables on the roof.

That's the two people's growing vegetables, the sweat left by everyone.

The various appearances of Yuanzi's exhaustion made her laugh non-stop in her dreams.

It's a pity that the things in the dream are rather vague, and her consciousness is also in a state of fuzziness and chaos, unable to control the dream.

The night passed.

When he woke up from the dream, that frothy and illusory dream fragment made Yan Qianqian feel infinitely emotional.

The sunlight outside the window slanted into the sheets and hit her face.

She touched the corner of her eye, and there was another crystal clear teardrop.

Chapter 39 The first painting "The Raven" landed on the Internet

After the squad leader returned, Mariko got up from the sofa.

To be honest, for a moment just now, she thought about asking straight to the point.

However, she still started with the vegetable planting route, and the test results were released. The probability of the squad leader having the dream memory was close to 90.00%.

Because the squad leader herself doesn't know how to grow vegetables, judging from the confident answer, it is obvious that she also has the memory of the dream.

"Squad leader should have no sequelae of insanity." Mariko felt at ease when he thought of this.

Mariko unwrapped the presents from everyone, some were pendants, some were manga, and novels.

Some people sent wallpapers of male celebrities, but Yuanzi was not interested in male celebrities, so he rolled up the wallpaper immediately.

Yuanzi saved the gift from the monitor until the end. The monitor's gift was a small black box, which looked very delicate.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a box of pencils and a pencil sharpener.

As the saying goes, etiquette is less important than affection, Yuanzi didn't care what the squad leader would give, if the squad leader gave valuables, Yuanzi would not accept it.

Now seeing a box of pencils and sharpeners, she recalled the memory of drawing with the monitor.

"She still remembers, but she doesn't know that I know." Mariko looked at the pencil and murmured.

The squad leader will come to help her with her homework tomorrow night, and if you have anything you want to say, you can say it face to face.

The next thing is to paint.

Yuanzi plans to draw a shocking horror illustration to attract attention first, and then hang out a business statement to accept drafts from the fathers of the major donors.

Yuanzi doesn't have a digital tablet yet, so he has to spend money to buy a second-hand digital tablet, and when he has money, he can buy a 3 yuan digital screen to take home.

Before there was no digital tablet, Mariko planned to draw a black and white illustration with a pencil sketch to fill the place.

Yuanzi placed an order online and bought a second-hand digital tablet from a large manufacturer with a pressure sensitivity of 2048. The price is only a few hundred yuan, which is quite cheap.

After placing the order, Mariko spread out a piece of white paper on the table, and after sharpening the pencil, stared at the white paper in a daze.

"What should I draw?" Mariko fell into deep thought.

To be honest, Mariko can't think of anything to draw for the time being.

The correct way is to browse a lot of similar content, learn from other people's works, and find creative inspiration.

Yuanzi is not a person who is born to create. In essence, she is more salty and doesn't like to use her brain.

"Hey, let's draw a crow first, and I'll draw something else tomorrow." Yuanzi thought to himself.

The crow she painted last time left a deep impression on her, this time Yuanzi wanted to see if the real painting also had a real charm.

After determining the drawing goal, Mariko slowly recalled the appearance of the crow, and the pencil in his hand fell down.

A lot of sketching knowledge is attached to her hands like muscle memory. Every time she writes, she is controlled by intuition and without thinking.

The lines are drawn straight, the brushwork is fast, and the movements are full of smooth beauty.

Half an hour later, the outline of a pitch-black crow appeared vividly on the paper.

There is a street lamp under the crow's feet, and Mariko's deepest memory of the crow is the first time he met the crow.

The crow stands on the scrapped street lamp, an eye made of black lines is like an abyss in the night, the pencil has no red color, and the black alone makes people shiver with cold.

Yuanzi's painting became smoother and smoother, and the strokes became more and more delicate, and she was constantly covered with lead powder, adding a lot of details.

After a while, the crow's feathers reflected an oily luster.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening when Mariko drew to the end.

With the last stroke, the crow in the painting seems to come to life.

It jumped out of the paper, circled half a circle around the living room, and finally landed in the previous area of ​​broken glass.

There was no glass shards there, but the crow landed there immediately, still tilting its head, staring at Yuanzi's with its dark eyes.

Mariko looked into that black eye, feeling horrified, and got goosebumps all over his body.

Seeing this, Yuanzi was nervous, and subconsciously activated the system's ability to fight.

As a result, the system remained indifferent, and no units or dangers with killing intent were detected.

In the blink of an eye, the crow disappeared again.

She looked back at the paper, the crow was still standing on the discarded street lamp in the painting, as if it had never flown out, it was just her hallucination.

"What a realistic painting." Mariko murmured.

She believes that this kind of painting will definitely sell for a good price.

But it was too late, Yuanzi took a photo with her mobile phone, logged on to the world's most famous painting sharing website, and registered for an artist account.

There is no need to use the original anchor name for the pen name. Mariko thought about it, typed three characters casually, and then hung up his reference work.

"Author Name: Super Circle

Good at style: mystery, horror, dark.

Business: undertake game CG illustrations, art scenes, character portraits, posters, pillow illustrations, etc.

Personal profile: We welcome individuals, companies and other funders to request drafts through private letters. PS: We do not accept orders below 1 yuan, please come with sincerity, thank you. "

With Yuanzi's top level of painting, 1 yuan is not expensive at all, but the price of cabbage.

If others can have a painter like Yuanzi, it will not be difficult to sell a pair for several 10 yuan.

However, behind the high price, there must be a reputation to support it, otherwise the funder will not know you.

It was Yuanzi's first foray into the painting industry, so naturally she would not set such a high price. For the time being, she will focus on making money first, and then consider raising the price later.

She stretched and made a long sound, then climbed onto the bed in the bedroom and closed her eyes to sleep.

All night.

Mariko got up amidst the noise of her mobile phone alarm clock.

Take off the underwear, take a warm bath, and wash away the tiredness of the whole night.

Then put on new underwear, followed by the great invention of mankind - safety pants.

"Ah, Saigao." Yuanzi put on the girls' high school uniform skirt in Guanshui City, lifted the skirt, and looked at her legs.

No matter how you look at it, she finds it pleasing to the eye.

Those small jade feet are rosy in white, soft and tender.

After putting on the stockings, the purity increased, and Mariko couldn't help but want to smell it.

But she didn't smell it, put on her little shoes and went straight to school.

On the way, Yuanzi opened the artist's website and found that her work had passed the review and was posted on the home page of her personal account.

The next step is to slowly wait for the sponsor to make a draft. If there is no one to request a draft in a short period of time, she will have to wait for the digital board to arrive, and then draw a few electronic drafts to attract attention.

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