Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 313 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 4
The boy standing over there was holding a pen and a small notebook the size of a palm, looking up slightly at the dilapidated floor opposite.

The sleeves of his snow-white shirt were rolled up slightly, revealing his smooth white arms, and the dim light set off his slender figure.He raised his eyes and glanced at the opposite side, then slowly lowered his head and held the pen to draw a few strokes on the notebook. His dark pupils were deep and serious, and his curly and slender eyelashes gleamed lightly, as if that was the softest place in the world.

Huahua looked at the screen, and whispered in the system space: [Why did we meet again... What kind of strange fate is this. ]
The young man seemed to have noticed Xue Zhi's gaze, he raised his eyes and looked over, before he could completely turn around, Xue Zhi turned his head abruptly, avoiding his gaze.

Xue Zhi: [Is this the male lead from the plane? ]
Huahua wants to cry but has no tears: [...Maybe, should, maybe, I don't know...]
Xue Zhi: [Don't be funny, just this temperament, it's not what the male lead is. ]
Just as she was arguing with Hua Hua, a pair of clean leather boots appeared in front of her.

Xue Zhi's voice faltered, he looked down at the pair of leather boots and wandered away.

Isn't it hot to wear leather boots on such a hot day?

she thought.

But the young man didn't give her a chance to continue thinking. He walked in front of her, his eyes were deep and beautiful under the black shattered hair, "Xue Zhi?"

Xue Zhi suddenly raised his eyes up and down as if frightened, and glanced at the person in front of him. The young man in front of him had already put away his pen and notebook. He stood in front of her and looked down at her slightly, his beautiful eyebrows slightly Frowning, it seems that it is very strenuous to say her name.

Does the original owner know this person?

Xue Zhi tried hard to recall, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't think of anything.

It stands to reason that the person with such an outstanding appearance mainly really knew her, so she should be very impressed.

But she has no impression at all.

Xue Zhi frowned slightly, then looked up at him timidly, like a frightened animal, "...We, know each other?"

The young man's gaze moved down slightly, and he frowned slightly as he looked at the bruises on her arm, "I'm Jiang Ce, your...college classmate."

Xue Zhi shook her hand, her whole body was frightened, she raised her head and stared at him blankly, unable to say a word for a long time.

Is it such a coincidence, also called Jiang Ce?
She looked at him carefully, trying to find something similar to Jiang Ce from his face, but after looking for a long time, she still couldn't find it.

But there is one thing they are alike.

That is, both of them are prosperous and beautiful.

However, Xue Zhi suddenly remembered that there really was someone named Jiang Ce in the original host university.

That Jiang Ce doesn't go to school very often, and everyone says he has autism.

But their university is still proud of Jiang Ce.

Because he is the most famous contemporary artist in this plane.

It is said that he became famous with a portrait when he was eight years old. He has been painting for more than ten years with various styles. His avant-garde paintings are widely sought after. He is the white moonlight in the hearts of all painters and painting art students in this country.

Xue Zhi raised his eyes and gave him a complicated look, "You know me?"

Didn't he never go to school, and the original owner wore a disheveled face every day, and looked a little sallow and emaciated due to malnutrition, so he was really inconspicuous in the crowd.

How did she let the Bai Yueguang in the hearts of the people of the whole country remember her name?

(End of this chapter)