The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 698 0697. The Cold War After the Competition (7)

When she arrived at the studio the next morning, Zhuang Xinian was not late, but she floated into the studio like a ghost.

He was almost tripped over by the threshold of the studio.

Thanks to Ren Hua, who came to the studio one after the other with her, snatched her with one hand.

"Are you okay?" Ren Hua frowned and watched Zhuang Xinian stand firm before letting go.

Zhuang Xinian was frightened by almost rushing to the street, and the state of being so trapped that his soul was out of his body finally eased. He glanced at Ren Hua in a daze, and shook his head slowly: "No, thank you, Senior Brother Ren Hua .”

Seeing her like this, Ren Hua really didn't seem to be okay, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only say "be careful in the future" and walked in directly.

Zhuang Xinian leaned against the wall by the door, panted for a while, and then walked in slowly.

Before everyone arrived, and neither did Yu Qinghe, Zhuang Xinian sat in front of the table for a while, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and fell asleep with a "bang" on his hands that were placed on the table.

The muffled sound was not low, and it directly attracted the eyes of Ren Hua and Feld.

All they could see was a small dumpling curled up by the table and asleep.

The two looked at each other, and paused for a while before lowering their heads again, each busy with their own affairs.

It's just that when Ren Hua passed by Zhuang Xinian later, the blanket in his hand covered her body.

When Yu Qinghe came in with Tan Bing and Guo Hanyang, they paused when they saw Zhuang Xinian who was sleeping on the table.

"Teacher Yu."

Ren Hua and Feldzi greeted Yu Qinghe.

The voice was not loud, so Zhuang Xinian did not wake up.

Yu Qinghe came over and pointed at Zhuang Xinian, and asked them both: "What's wrong?"

Ren Hua talked about what happened when he came this morning.

Yu Qinghe just nodded after listening, and then said to Tan Bing sternly and selflessly: "Call her up."

Tan Bing silently went over to call for someone.

Zhuang Xinian was really sleepy to the point of autism. After Tan Bing called her several times, she finally woke up from her deep sleep. When she looked up, she saw Yu Qinghe looking down at her,
The little girl's heart stopped for a moment.

"Teacher Yu!" Zhuang Xinian hurriedly stood up, but as a result, he lay on the ground for too long, stood too hard, and the blood supply was insufficient, so he fell straight ahead!
"Junior Sister!" Tan Bing stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhuang Xinian.

Zhuang Xinian stood beside Tan Bing, her face turned slightly pale.

In her state, Yu Qinghe could see that his brows were furrowed all the time.

"What did you do last night?" Yu Qinghe's voice was gentle but stern.

Zhuang Xinian muttered for a while, but still didn't tell the truth: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about my own painting, I was thinking about it a little late, and I didn't sleep well."

Yu Qinghe saw that she was lying, but he didn't expose her. He just said lightly: "Be careful in the future, the special training is only for a few days. If you are in this state, you might as well not participate."

Zhuang Xinian was so frightened by the last sentence that she nodded seriously, "Well, it will never happen again in the future!"

Today is the continuation of last night's training and continue to draw. Last night, Yu Qing and he explained everything that should be explained to them, and answered all questions they had. The rest is for them to realize by themselves.

Zhuang Xinian sat in front of the drawing board and sighed countless times, and Tan Bing comforted her, dumbfounded: "It's okay, Teacher Yu's words are just to frighten you, it doesn't count."

(End of this chapter)