Chapter 45 Chapter 45 "Then why do you keep looking...

Lin Qianyuan scratched her hair irritably. Her hair was short now, and she felt sad every time she pulled out a strand of hair. She put her hands down and obediently went to blow-dry her hair.

After blowing her hair and walking out of the bathroom, she received a call from Liang Siyu, asking her if she wanted to come out and play together?

Lin Qianyuan listened to the extremely noisy noise from his side and lost interest. "No, I have to get up early tomorrow."

The newly liberated people kept asking, "Why did you get up so early?"

"Drawing." Someone on the other end of the phone was calling Liang Siyu's name. Lin Qianyuan didn't say much and hung up.

Unlike other art students in the school, Lin Qianyuan has always been learning painting at home. Song Wenci was her art teacher. Now that Song Wenci is dead, she has found Song Wenci's mentor, Professor Xue Yuan.

Xue Yuan was particularly happy to hear Lin Qianyuan say that she had recovered her hearing. She was also very willing to be her teacher. Logically speaking, she could be considered her student.

Lin Qianyuan was standing in front of Xue Yuan's independent office door at this time. He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

A few seconds later, a female voice came from inside, "Come in."

The office door was pushed open. Xue Yuan took off her glasses, stood up and walked over with a smile. "Is it hot outside?"

“It’s not hot.”

Xue Yuan held Lin Qianyuan's hand and sat on the sofa. Fearing that she would feel reserved, she held her hand and greeted her softly.

Lin Qianyuan's hands were stiff and her palms were sweating. She looked up and saw her looking at her with a smile on her face, her slightly gray hair on both sides. She looked kind and benevolent, and she felt close to her. She answered her questions one by one.

Xue Yuan didn't let go and smiled, "Wen Ci told me that you plan to major in oil painting in the future?"

Lin Qianyuan hummed, and Xue Yuan nodded, "That's fine, I can do my best to help you."

Her research direction is the creation and research of oil painting and watercolor art, and she is currently serving as a doctoral supervisor.

Xue Yuan had classes in the morning and did not chat with Lin Qianyuan for too long. Before class, she left Lin Qianyuan alone here to practice sketching. The sketching object was the small Medici plaster statue in the office bookcase.

Lin Qianyuan sat before the plaster statue, quickly entering the frame. She raised her pencil and used it to measure the dividing points and compose the image. While sketching, she occasionally leaned back to survey the overall effect of the painting before continuing, focused and serious.

The minute hand on the office clock moved more than two circles, two classes passed quietly, and the door was pushed open.

Xue Yuan held the book and pushed the door open very gently. The person inside didn't notice her at all. She walked in, closed the door gently, and then stood there silently.

Not long after, Lin Qianyuan entered the final stage. He put down the eraser used to erase highlights and tilted his head to check the painting.

Xue Yuan smiled, holding the book, and walked over to stand beside her. They looked at the sketch together, "You draw well. The light and shade are handled very well."

"Here," she extended her hand, vaguely pointing at the bridge of the plaster statue's nose. "The highlights are precisely positioned, the highlights are sharp, and the shadows are deep. It doesn't look like a simple gradient."

Xue Yuan withdrew her hand and pondered the painting. Then she suddenly looked down at her and asked, "Do you practice a lot?"

Recalling her painting process just now, she rarely looked up to observe the plaster statue. In addition, she was wearing a baseball cap on her head, and the narrow brim of the hat would cast an arc-shaped shadow on the sketch paper, which would easily overlap with the projection of the still life, making it difficult for her to judge the true contrast between light and dark.

Lin Qianyuan looked at her and admitted without hesitation, "Yes."

Xue Yuan looked at her, unable to imagine how much effort she had put in to be able to solve problems so easily. Wen Ci was right. She was very talented. In addition to her talent, she was also willing to study hard.

No teacher would dislike such a student. Xue Yuan smiled at Lin Qianyuan and said, "I don't have all the painting supplies at school. They're not enough for you to practice. You can just come to my house next time. Do you remember where my house is?"

She put the book down and sat down at her desk, "You've been there before."

Lin Qianyuan stood up and walked towards her, "Remember."

Xue Yuan opened the cup and took a sip of water. "Just remember. Leave the painting here for now. I'll wait until the charcoal powder is set before taking it home so I can give it to you next time."

"good."

Lin Qianyuan casually looked up at the clock. It was almost one in the afternoon. She said at the right moment, "Teacher Xue, can I leave now?"

Xue Yuan glanced at the time when she heard this and couldn't help but smile and said, "You've been hungry for a long time, haven't you?"

She only asked this question subconsciously, and was about to let him go to lunch. She thought he wouldn't answer, but unexpectedly, the person in front of her nodded seriously at her, "Yeah."

Xue Yuan was stunned for a moment, and after she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but stare at her frequently. She was a little surprised. When she mentioned hunger, her dull face seemed to finally change and become more lively.

Since she didn't say anything, Lin Qianyuan didn't leave without permission and remained standing there.

Xue Yuan withdrew her gaze and didn't want to keep her any longer. "Go and eat." After saying that, she looked at her back as she turned and left, and couldn't help wondering, this child didn't look like she liked to eat.

This office is located on the second floor.

Lin Qianyuan walked down the stairs. At noon, the teaching building was deserted, and even the slightest sound seemed to echo. She pulled a candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, and tossed it into her mouth.

When she reached the first floor, she stopped, struggling over whether to call Pei Lanqing or send him a message, but in the blink of an eye, she swiftly chose the former.

Lin Qianyuan lowered the brim of his hat and leaned against the wall of the Art Academy hall. The grapefruit-flavored candy rolled around in his mouth and was crushed with a snap. At the same time, the phone was connected.

Lin Qianyuan pressed the toe of his canvas shoe against the tiles at the bottom of the wall and asked weakly, "Where are you?"

Pei Lanqing opened the door and walked to the balcony. "Dormitory." He paused as the voices fell silent. "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Yeah, a little."

"What's wrong?"

Lin Qianyuan kicked the tiles, feeling irritated. "I thought I wouldn't be able to draw for so long."

Pei Lanqing was momentarily distracted, then he said in a gentle voice, "Not long," he asked her, "Where are you at school now?"

Lin Qianyuan lowered his head and told the truth.

Pei Lanqing hummed softly, "I'll be there soon, wait for me there." Before hanging up the phone, he smiled and said, "Have you had any candy?"

Lin Qianyuan stopped kicking the tiles when he heard this, "How did you know?"

In fact, the person who heard it smiled and said, "I guessed it."

Lin Qianyuan unconsciously swallowed the candy in her mouth and said, "It's gone now." After she finished speaking, she could still hear his chuckle, which filled her ears.

Lin Qianyuan took the phone away and hung up awkwardly, "I'll wait for you here."

Pei Lanqing suppressed his smile, opened the door and returned to the dormitory.

Zhang Shurui looked at him, then lowered his head and rewatched the video on his phone. He scrolled the progress bar forward and back again, feeling incredulous. "No, Pei Lanqing only appeared for a second. Forget about whether his face was good-looking or not. His face just flashed by. What can you tell? What is there to discuss?"

As he was talking, Zhang Shurui flipped through the comment section and saw ten different words of praise in a row. He stopped and decisively clicked to close it.

He was really jealous! This is a world where looks are everything!

The video's creator stroked his chin, puzzled. "Could it be that everyone just likes this elusive feeling? It's like... a sense of atmosphere?"

Zhang Shurui was a bit speechless. "What kind of atmosphere do you need as someone who makes popular science videos?" He handed the phone back. "Now the comments below your video have turned into a discussion about appearance. Won't that affect your own development?"

"Influence, but it's all positive."

The blogger himself looked delighted, raising his eyebrows, "Can you understand how much traffic this video brings me?"

Zhang Shurui shook his head. "I don't understand."

The blogger glanced at him and directly opened the data chart in the background and said, "This is the most trafficked post since I created my account. Although most people in this comment section are discussing Pei Lanqing, it is my comment section after all. The more they discuss it, the more popular the video will be."

Zhang Shurui looked at the sharply increasing data curve and said that he understood.

The blogger looked at the source of the buzz and asked, "Are you really not going to take this opportunity to open an account of your own?"

Pei Lanqing walked around him, picked up the key, and replied, imitating his words: "I'm really not interested."

"No." He analyzed the situation seriously. "I think, with your looks alone, you don't need to do anything. Just post a photo and you'll definitely attract a lot of attention. Especially since you've already appeared in my videos. Everyone knows where you go to school, and with the added bonus of being a prestigious university, it's hard not to be popular."

Pei Lanqing smiled and stood there calmly. "To gain something, you must sacrifice something. This lifestyle is not suitable for me."

Perhaps suddenly waking up from the traffic, he thought about it carefully and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, you're such a low-key person." Seeing him leaving with an umbrella, he shouted, "Where are you going? Didn't I say I was going to treat you to dinner?"

Pei Lanqing opened the door without looking back and said, "No need to ask, it's just a small favor." After that, he closed the door and disappeared from the sight of the people inside.

"Leaving so fast?" The blogger glanced at Zhang Shurui and asked in an ambiguous tone, "This guy didn't even take a book. What's he going out for? To date?"

"..." Zhang Shurui kept his mouth shut, his face full of misery. He wanted to gossip with him, but he was too scared to speculate.

He had a deep understanding of Pei Lanqing's dark side. This could be fatal. Not only would he have no one to help him on his future studies, but he might even drive him crazy. So Zhang Shurui shook his head fiercely, "I don't know, don't ask me."

There is no rain today, no wind, dark clouds and cloudy weather.

Pei Lanqing walked to the door of the Art Academy. Lin Qianyuan was squatting at the bottom of the steps at the door, staring at the ground, not knowing what he was looking at. The sound of students practicing the flute came from afar. He stopped here and looked at her calmly.

Lin Qianyuan was tired of standing, so she squatted down and stared blankly. She was wearing a hat, so her vision was limited and she didn't notice him at all.

She was tall and thin, with a hunched back. Crouching there, her figure looked even thinner. Thinking of what Uncle Chen had said last night, Pei Lanqing lowered his head. An indescribable sourness surged up his throat, making it dry. He walked over and said, "Lin Qianyuan."

Lin Qianyuan squinted her eyes and looked up to confirm that it was him. She tried to stand up, but soon, she said with a bitter face, "Pei Lanqing, my legs are numb."

Lin Qianyuan stretched out her hand towards him. There was pencil dust on her hand. Pei Lanqing did not despise her. He held her palm and pulled her up.

Lin Qianyuan realized it belatedly and felt embarrassed. He retracted his hand and stood there waiting for the numbness to subside.

Pei Lanqing took her wrist again and wiped her palm with a wet tissue without saying a word.

Lin Qianyuan was stunned for a moment and let him do it.

Pei Lanqing came back from throwing away the trash and asked naturally, "What do you want to eat for lunch today?"

Lin Qianyuan raised her head, her eyes lit up, and she looked very easy to talk to. "It's all right." She stamped her feet to make sure she could walk, and said impatiently, "Let's go."

Pei Lanqing looked at her and smiled, then took her to the nearest cafeteria.

It was long past mealtime and there were not many people in the cafeteria.

Lin Qianyuan sat by the window and waited for him.

As soon as she entered the door, she suddenly said that she wanted to eat noodles, and he replied the same, so two bowls of beef ramen were finally placed on the table.

Lin Qianyuan hadn't eaten breakfast, so after the food cooled down a bit, she picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the beef. She nodded involuntarily and then started eating the noodles.

Pei Lanqing didn't pick up his chopsticks, just watched her eat.

Lin Qianyuan looked up and glanced at him. He didn't hide, and his eyes were still fixed on her. She was quite happy about his behavior, but her intuition told her that something was wrong.

He is reserved, which is unlike him.

Lin Qianyuan bit her chopsticks, hesitating for a long time, but she still believed that she couldn't be narcissistic. She opened her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and asked calmly, "Do you think mine tastes better?"

Lin Qianyuan pursed her lips and looked at him generously, "I can trade with you."

She didn't care, since his share was untouched anyway. But she didn't know if he would think her share was too little.

Pei Lanqing was amused by her and shook his head, "I'm not hungry." He pushed his portion towards her, "You eat it."

Lin Qianyuan lowered her head and muttered, "I don't want it." After that, her eyes fixed on his bowl again and she spoke in a low voice, "Since you're not hungry, can I have this beef?"

Lin Qianyuan blushed and added, "It's not that I ate too much, but there was too little beef in this portion."

"Well, you're right." Pei Lanqing smiled with his eyebrows half lowered. He picked up the clean chopsticks and took the initiative to put the beef into her bowl. "You need to eat more."

The warmth on Lin Qianyuan's face had not subsided. She really thought he was very weird. He had never said these things before.

She buried her head in eating, trying to suppress the increasingly uncontrollable heartbeat in her chest, but the person opposite was still staring at her. Her face was hot, and the strange heartbeat continued to hit her eardrums, hot and strong.

Lin Qianyuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up at him, "Is there something on my face?"

Pei Lanqing looked at her carefully for a few seconds and said, "Nothing."

Lin Qianyuan put down the spoon, a little annoyed, "Then why do you keep looking at me? Is the way I eat weird?"

She glanced at him and lowered her head inadvertently, but her tone was threatening. "You'd better answer no, and then give me a convincing reason, otherwise I..."

She kept mumbling to herself. Pei Lanqing remained silent, his eyes dark and bright, reflecting tiny bits of light as he looked at her. He spoke with a serious tone, "It's not strange."

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The author has something to say: Because he likes you.

Lin Qianyuan: (pressing his lips crazily) (cold) Do you like it that much?