After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Zhong Chen looked at the people in front of him, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

He hasn't fully confirmed that the other party is the master, but his heart is moved again and again.

In case Qi Linqing is not Fu Yi...

Although this possibility is very small, it still makes him feel uneasy.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

He suddenly put down his chopsticks, turned and walked downstairs in the cafeteria.

After entering the bathroom, Zhong Chen stood in front of the sink and washed his face.

The cold water drops on the hot cheeks, and the temperature recedes. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, gradually calming down.

He can't fully confirm his emotions yet.

It's better to do this first, keep your distance, and continue to confirm carefully.

What's more, Qi Linqing is not as interesting to him at all.

Zhong Chen secretly warned himself that he must not sink deeper and deeper.

He had suffered such a loss in his previous life, and he has never forgotten Fu Yi.

Taking advantage of this, he must stop the loss in time.

"Brother Zhong? You are here too." Feng Jiaqing's voice came from behind.

Zhong Chen turned around and glanced at him, then nodded lightly.

Feng Jiaqing worried: "Brother Zhong, are you sick? Your face is so red."

Zhong Chen: "..."

calm. He kept breathing deeply, telling himself to calm down.

Class D classroom in the afternoon.

Sunlight came in through the window, a drowsy afternoon.

The weather was too hot, the air conditioner was turned on in the classroom, and the electric fan overhead was also spinning. From time to time, you can hear the hum of mosquitoes.

Qi Linqing is sitting on the easel.

He bent down and washed the pen barrel with water in the blue bucket.

Later, he is going to practice an oil painting.

Zhong Chen stood up and walked to him to help squeeze the paint.

During this time, Qi Linqing asked Zhong Chen to do it, hoping to cultivate his sensitivity to paint.

So Zhong Chen developed this habit every night.

Qi Linqing raised his head and glanced at him, and said, "You leave me alone."

Zhong Chen pursed his lips, "It's okay, anyway, I'm still bored."

"Uh..." Qi Linqing stared at the paint tray in his hand and said in a low voice: "You squeezed the wrong paint. I will paint oil later, not gouache."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Qi Linqing: "Ask me in advance next time, okay?"

Zhong Chen was shocked by the other's gentle tone.

"Oh...ok. Sorry." He took a half step back.

Only then did Zhong Chen realize that he wanted to keep a distance from the opponent at noon today, but he was approaching unconsciously.

He didn't understand why this happened.

"It's okay." Qi Linqing smiled at him and said: "You can watch me adjust the paint by the side. I will teach you slowly later."

Zhong Chen looked down, "Yeah."

The weather is very hot, Qi Linqing still carries a thermos cup. He is not used to drinking ice water, the cup is always filled with hot tea.

Halfway through the painting, Qi Linqing unscrewed the cup and took two sips before realizing that the tea had bottomed out.

"I'll get some water." He got up and said.

"Let me help you." Zhong Chen took the cup in his hand and said: "I have been sitting for a long time, just want to walk."

Zhong Chen already knows how much hot water he likes to drink, and he gets the same score every time.

Before Qi Linqing could refuse, he saw Zhong Chen walking towards the door with his cup.

He had to sit down again.

Behind.

Feng Jiaqing patted him on the shoulder and winked his eyes: "Brother Qi, do you feel that Brother Zhong is very dubious?"

Qi Linqing: "Huh?"

Feng Jiaqing: "It's just that he always treats you secretly, but he doesn't dare to show it clearly."

Feng Jiaqing has always felt that Zhong Chen's twisted personality is very inconsistent with the appearance of cool brother.

But thinking of the other party and Qi Linqing together, but feels inexplicably.

This may be the legendary contrast cute?

Qi Linqing: "I know."

Feng Jiaqing was surprised, "So you know?"

Qi Linqing nodded.

Feng Jiaqing thought that Brother Qi was quite dull. Unexpectedly, the other party would see all this in his eyes.

night.

It was late at night, and there was a dim warm yellow light in the dormitory.

The two of them finished their day of painting and study, and they were ready to go to sleep.

Qi Linqing looked at Zhong Chen and said, "You go take a bath first, and I'll clean it up."

"...Oh."

Zhong Chen took the bath towels and a change of clothes into the bathroom and closed the door.

Hot water poured down, blurring his face.

Throughout the bathing process, Zhong Chen was absent-minded and kept thinking about a problem.

Finally he made up his mind, quickly changed into his pajamas, slammed the door and walked out.

"Let's sleep in separate beds," he said to Qi Linqing.

The other party's expression was as calm as before, and he replied, "But the auntie said that there is no vacant bed."

Zhong Chen gritted his teeth secretly, and said: "It's been almost half a month, how could there be no bed? She must be lying to us!"

Qi Linqing: "It should be impossible. She has no reason to lie to us."

Zhong Chen: "She may be afraid of trouble."

Qi Linqing nodded, touched his head comfortingly and said, "Well, let's go to bed tonight. I will ask her tomorrow."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Why does he always have the illusion of punching cotton in front of the opponent?

No, this may not be an illusion.

Zhong Chen knew that he would think that the other party was the reincarnation of an old man, because Qi Linqing's words and deeds and behavior style always give people a sense of unhurriedness and plainness.

Normal young people are definitely not like Qi Linqing.

Qi Linqing: "I'm going to take a bath first."

"Um…"

Forget it, go to sleep.

Zhong Chen lay down on the bed and rolled around, unsurprisingly, smelling the familiar smell of white tea soap on the bed.

This smell is a bit addictive.

He couldn't help holding the quilt, buried his head, and sniffed quietly several times.

This is Qi Linqing's quilt.

In fact, Zhong Chen knew in his heart that when he proposed to sleep with the other party, he was afraid that he would be more emotional.

When he went to bed, Zhong Chen deliberately slept to the corner of the left bed, deliberately keeping a distance.

Patter.

Lights went out.

The air is quiet. Only a few rays of moonlight spilled from the gap between the curtains in the room.

Zhong Chen curled up in the corner, hugging himself tightly.

He was not so careful when he slept before, and it didn't matter where he slept in the bed.

But now, people have a lot of ambiguous ideas, and they look at the world from different angles.

Zhong Chen couldn't wait to soak the drum washing machine with his messy thoughts.

On the other side of the bed, Qi Linqing didn't know Zhong Chen's thoughts at all.

He lay upright, closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Qi Linqing generally sleeps very lightly.

Especially when sleeping with someone else, a turning over, a heavier breathing sound is very likely to wake him up.

At first, Qi Linqing was a little uncomfortable when sleeping with Zhong Chen.

But during this time he also gradually got used to it.

In the middle of the night, the other party will automatically roll into his arms, like a bear with a hot temperature.

Do not. It should be a koala type. The whole person will climb on top of him, clinging to him tightly.

After a while.

As expected by Qi Linqing, the boy who had been far away turned over again.

He gently pushed Zhong Chen's arm, but couldn't push it. He was afraid of waking the other person.

Qi Linqing was a little helpless, and finally let the other party hold himself to sleep as before.

Qi Linqing always wakes up first.

Then he would get up to wash, then wake up Zhong Chen, and go out for a morning run together.

But it was Zhong Chen who woke up first this day.

The morning light shines through the curtains into the dormitory.

Zhong Chen opened his eyes slowly, subconsciously trying to stretch his waist.

and many more.

He quickly realized something was wrong, and his expression instantly became stiff.

Zhong Chen looked down.

Why does he stick to Qi Linqing like an octopus? ?

He bounced off like an electric shock, thinking that fortunately, the other party was still sleeping. Don't let Qi Linqing notice this.

However, at the moment he avoided it, Qi Linqing also opened his eyes.

The eyes are facing each other.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Zhong Chen: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Qi Linqing looked at him and said, "You don't have to apologize. You do this every day, I'm used to it."

Even when being hugged by the other party, Qi Linqing can sleep peacefully. The quality of sleep has not been affected at all.

Zhong Chen: "..."

It turns out that he hugs others to sleep every day? ?

Zhong Chen was even more embarrassed, and he wanted to find a way to get in.

Qi Linqing lifted the quilt and got up, put on slippers and said, "Get up quickly, let's go for a run."

Zhong Chen secretly glanced at his expression with the light, and saw that Qi Linqing didn't seem to be fluctuating, and he was secretly relieved.

Fortunately, the other party is a root of wood.

Zhimo Studio is rich in wealth, not only has several classrooms and dormitories built on the top of the mountain, but also sports facilities such as playgrounds are quite complete.

There is also an exclusive gym for students to exercise at leisure.

However, the homework that students in the studio usually face is piled up, and they often can't finish painting in the middle of the night, and few people have the energy to exercise.

Over a long period of time, gradually this so-called gym has accumulated dust, and the sports equipment in it has also rusted into a pile of scrap iron.

But the teachers in the studio knew that a fitness madman appeared in Class A.

This student named Yan Xia is 1.9 meters tall. It is said that he used to belong to the men's sports basketball team. Now he has no idea why he transferred to study art.

He can't beat him to check in the studio gym every morning.

According to Yan Xia's words, although the studio's gym is indeed a bit old and broken, it is not unusable.

And on this day, the morning sun fell on the playground.

Wearing knee-length shorts and a jersey vest, Yan Xia is doing stretching exercises at the entrance of the playground.

On the steps not far away was his bag. The transparent silicone water cup and three big meat buns were his breakfast.

There is a white egg drink in the cup.

In all fairness, Yan Sha actually looks pretty good. The outline of the small head and facial features is handsome and profound.

He was welcomed by many girls when he was on the school basketball team.

In addition, Yan Xia's family is superior.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the looks and external conditions of his athletic man are the heavenly dishes in the eyes of some people.

Many people, even Yan Xia's parents, don't understand why he came to study art.

Although Yan Xia's academic performance is quite poor, even if he doesn't want to take sports in the future, applying for a model major is more reliable than studying painting.

Yan Sha ran around, squinting as usual to see the two teenagers not far away.

He used to run with Qi Linqing.

But since the first two weeks, Qi Linqing has taken this young man with him.

"Hi." Yan Xia ran over and greeted them.

In the sun, he and Qi Linqing are nearly as tall as they can be seen.

It's the first time that Yan Shachang has met a boy who is about the same height as his own. It is inevitable that he will be interested in him.

"Good morning." Qi Linqing nodded slightly towards him.

Zhong Chen looked at the two of them, a little surprised.

Because Yan Sha looked very muscular, but Qi Linqing didn't let the wind stand beside him.

It was even higher than Yan Xia.

Is this genetic inheritance? Zhong Chen remembered that Qi Yingjun was also very tall.

"I bought breakfast, can't you eat it?" Yan Sha asked Qi Linqing next to him.

Qi Linqing: "No, I'll go to the cafeteria with Zhong Chen later."

Yan Sha raised his eyebrows, his eyes lingering in front of the two of them ambiguously, and said:

"You really are a couple?"

Qi Linqing frowned, "No, we are just friends."

Zhong Chen had vaguely heard the rumors about him and Qi Linqing from the outside world, but no one had dared to say this before him.

Probably the deterrent power of the original main school tyrant was too deep.

But Yan Sha is a foreigner, who is fearless if he doesn't know, and he is not afraid of Zhong Chen like others.

The corner of Yan Xia's mouth bends, thinking that he has a chance.

"Then you are single?" he continued to ask.

Zhong Chen's expression hung up immediately.

Dare to love this muscular man has been thinking about Qi Linqing.

Qi Linqing didn't answer, speeded up the running speed, and quickly left Yan Sha behind.

Zhong Chen caught up with him.

"That guy is interesting to you." Zhong Chen said.

Qi Linqing's expression is serious: "Yeah. But now is the time to study, I don't think his idea is any good."

This tone is like the dean of the kind of premature love classmates in his educational age.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Why does this person reveal a strong veteran style even when dealing with emotions?

Zhimo Studio basically has a small exam every two weeks in the class, and a major exam every month for the whole school, and reclassification is carried out according to the results.

When the summer vacation is over, there will be a larger B city studio linkage exam.

This exam contains more gold, and it is often possible to judge and estimate the score a student can get on the entrance exam.

The bottom students in class A are very nervous. Because if you don't notice for a while, you might fall into Class B.

The students in the lower class are thinking about how to climb up.

The teachers in the studio office were discussing the exam early on.

But the center of the topic is mostly about Qi Linqing.

"Hey, do you think Qi Linqing can be promoted to Class A this time?" a teacher in Class B asked.

Pan Xuehai: "Nonsense."

He didn't enter, Pan Xuehai felt that no one was worthy of entering Class A.

However, compared with the teachers' affirmation of Qi Linqing's painting skills, the students outside don't know so much.

Even Tanggula, Gan Yishan and others are skeptical of Qi Linqing's level of Western painting.

After all, everyone is rumoring that Qi Linqing is a beginner, a beginner in Western painting, and no matter how genius he is, he has only learned it for a month.

But Tanggula and Gan Yishan both hope that Qi Linqing can enter Class A.

No matter what their thoughts are, their ultimate goal is to reach the same goal by different paths-they want to be classmates with Qi Linqing.

There are people like Liu Ping who do not believe that Qi Linqing can enter Class A at all.

"If Class A is so good, we don't need to study hard day and night." Someone sarcastically said.

Who understands the pain of drawing until dawn every day and watching the sunrise.

It was a huge price for them to get to where they are today.

Not like Qi Linqing. He came here not only to paint, but also to fall in love with Zhong Chen (fog).

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the monthly test.

Feng Jiaqing was inexplicably lost in self-study early in the exam.

He knew that he could definitely enter Class A at the level of Qi Linqing, but he couldn't.

The other party taught him how to draw during this period of time, and he was going to part ways so soon, which made him feel a little bit reluctant.

Feng Jiaqing patted Qi Linqing on the shoulder and said, "Brother, gou rich, don't forget each other."

Qi Linqing: "You should be promoted to your current level."

Feng Jiaqing spread his hands, "But it's impossible for me to get promoted to Class A."

He still knew this point.

Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask me at any time."

Feng Jiaqing: "Okay! Thank you, Brother Qi, hehe, for inviting you to dinner. I will make a round for your lunch in the future."

Qi Linqing: "No."

Next to him, Zhong Chen who heard what they said was also inexplicably anxious.

He doesn't have such a strong talent for painting, if he can't get into Class A... won't he be farther and farther away from the other party?

and many more.

He seems to have forgotten something.

Zhong Chen suddenly realized that he had decided to keep a distance from Qi Linqing in the near future.

Eight in the morning.

Everyone entered the examination room in turn with drawing tools.

The so-called examination room is actually a normal classroom, with only a few changes and neatly placed on the easel.

The invigilators are also familiar faces, speaking the same thing:

"Mobile phones must be handed in uniformly."

There is also no use for some old fried dough sticks to have a spare machine in private after they are handed over.

A signal jammer was opened in the classroom.

In addition, Zhimo Studio is very strict with the monthly examinations, and the two invigilators will walk around for inspections almost non-stop.

Sketch the first test.

Feng Jiaqing was nervously shaking his calf slightly, but when he looked at the title, the person in this photo, Qi Linqing, happened to have him practice drawing two days ago!

He was so happy that he quickly took out the sharpened pencil and eraser in the box, ready to start the pen.

It seems that Qi Linqing asked him to paint the devilish training in the middle of the night, which is really useful.

Isn't this just a blind cat and a dead mouse?

On the other side, Zhong Chen is the same.

He was slightly surprised. Encountered a familiar subject...

The classroom in the examination room was very quiet.

Except for the teacher's footsteps back and forth, only the rustle of the pen touching the paper.

The order of the examination room was randomly ordered by the teacher, and Qi Linqing was assigned to an examination room different from the two of them.

Gan Yishan and Tangula sat not far away.

Gan Yishan carefully traced and painted on the paper.

But Tanggula seemed a little uneasy, and Yu Guang kept gazing at Qi Linqing's side.

He looked at the straight figure of the young man sitting by the window, his white shirt tied to the top, only showing a half of his white slender neck.

Qi Linqing's straight back, broken black hair cast a faint gray shadow around his ears.

This inborn ascetic temperament of the other party... it's hard not to make people think about it.

Tanggula swallowed subconsciously.

Look at his fingers holding the pencil. They are long and clean, with well-defined joints.

Although the sketched characters on the snow-white drawing paper are a bit far away, Tanggula can't see clearly, but from the outline, you can feel that the other party's drawing is absolutely not bad.

"Student Tang, don't run a small run." The invigilator who passed by him reminded.

Tanggula was embarrassed of being hit by someone doing bad things, and hurriedly looked away.

The sketch test has a limited time.

When it's time, the invigilator will remind everyone to put down the pen.

The invigilator in this examination room was a class B teacher who had previously suspected Qi Linqing's level of Western painting.

Therefore, he deliberately paid more attention to Qi Linqing.

When passing by Qi Linqing, he will inevitably pay more attention.

When he saw the sketched characters on the other party's drawing paper, the teacher was taken aback.

He had seen Qi Linqing's color paintings in his office before.

But when I saw it with my own eyes, it was still unbelievable.

This painting technique of 1V1 restoration of photos and absolutely high scores came from the opponent's hands? !

This teacher teaches class B sketching and sketching. It is precisely because of his expertise that his amazement is even greater.

Could it be that Qi Lin Halal, as rumored in the office, is a superb genius in the art world?

When the exam is over, the invigilator collects the papers.

He couldn't help but look at Qi Linqing a few more times.

The students present discussed the topic just now as they left the court.

Gan Yishan came over and asked Qi Linqing: "Do you find it difficult to sketch today?"

Qi Linqing: "It's okay."

Gan Yishan knew that Qi Linqing had just studied Western painting. But with such a strong foundation in Chinese painting, it should be easy for him to learn any kind of painting.

"Come on for the afternoon exam too!" she said.

Qi Linqing nodded towards her, "So do you."

Seeing many people come to Qi Linqingwei to say hello, Gan Yishan realized that although the other party's personality is a little serious and cold, he seems to be very popular in the studio.

Sketch and gouache exams in the afternoon.

Qi Linqing is better at these two things, and he likes it better.

He enjoys the feeling of being immersed in painting. But drawing and sketching for quickness always ends quickly.

He sat on the easel and shook his strokes, unaware that the invigilator behind him was astonished.

This invigilator teaches Class C. He doesn't usually have much contact with Qi Linqing, and he has only heard of him as a genius in the office.

However, seeing each other's paintings face to face, the class C teacher understood what kind of genius he was.

Whether it's sketching or gouache, they all show the strong artistic talent of young people.

Toned shadows have sharp contours and delicate colors.

It is the typical model painting printed on art test textbooks, I am afraid it is nothing more than that.

The teacher of Class C even stared carefully to find the flaws in the other party's paintings. Even a little.

But he soon discovered to his horror that he couldn't even find the slightest flaw!

What is this concept? !

The paintings of the other party are perfect.

…

teacher's office.

After the monthly exam, the studio teachers were busy reviewing the papers.

Appreciating and judging painting is a highly subjective thing.

Therefore, in order to be fair and just, each painting will be handed by at least three teachers, and the average score will be obtained after confirming that it is correct.

Finally, they have to re-schedule according to the overall score.

"This sketch is not bad." Pan Xuehai nodded and scored 85 points on the paper.

He came to see the name behind him, Feng Jiaqing, it was actually painted by their D students.

The teacher of Class C ridiculed: "Mr. Pan, shouldn't you release water because of the students in your class?"

Pan Xuehai snorted, patted the drawing paper on the other party's table, and said, "If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself, this sketch is worth 85 in the end."

The teacher of Class C looked down and was speechless.

The sketch in front of me is indeed good overall.

Finally, the unified scores were judged. This student named Feng Jiaqing actually got a total of high and medium-to-high grades, and he could go straight to Class B.

In just one month of study, you can skip two classes in a row, which is enough to prove that the other party has a talent for art.

However, classmate Qu Jing, who is also very optimistic about Pan Xuehai and Han Shi, can only be promoted to Class C.

"Look at it! Two students in class D can get their scores up to class A!" A certain teacher was suddenly excited and took over the scheduling form.

Pan Xuehai had a vague premonition in his heart, and asked, "Who?"

After the exam, everyone was in a different mood.

"Student Qi, do you feel that you have encountered a bottleneck when painting?" Qu Jing stepped forward and asked the other party.

He has been troubled by this recently and wants to hear what this genius thinks.

Qi Linqing was cleaning the paint tray. He raised his head and said in surprise: "What is the bottleneck period?"

He has been painting for so many years and has never heard of the bottleneck period.

All progress is natural and natural.

Qu Jing: "..." It's numb.

Qi Linqing saw that Qu Jing was hit hard, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

It shouldn't be good to say so by yourself.

So Qi Linqing nodded and added: "Well, yes."

But Qu Jing still felt as if his heart was stabbed invisibly.

After all, fools can see the other person's expression and make up the words quickly, they are comforting himself and making him feel better.

Is this the world of genius? He thought in a daze.

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