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Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Why are you suddenly unhappy? ...
Considering that the students had just finished their exams yesterday, the first day of the training camp was not very intense, just like any other day. Pei Shuyu finished her drawing ahead of time as usual, and then pulled Ji Yan to the back of the classroom to chat quietly.
On the side of the studio near the door, there is an extra row of easels, which are prepared for repeaters.
In the evening, the sketching teacher in charge of Studio No. 5 rearranged the students' positions according to their painting level.
Also, because two new painting teachers were invited from outside, more than a dozen people were transferred from each studio to fill the newly opened Studio No. 7.
A pile of folded paper strips were placed in a transparent bucket and handed to Pei Shuyu. The sketching teacher shook the bucket and joked, "Draw carefully, don't let anyone take it away."
Pei Shuyu smiled, "Then I'll have to ask someone to help me draw it." She patted the person who was browsing on his tablet with headphones on, "Ji Yan, help me draw it."
Ji Yan took off her headphones and could clearly hear what the sketching teacher said when he came in.
The sketching teacher placed the transparent bucket next to her and said with a smile, "Go ahead."
Ji Yan stretched out his hand, stirred a few times in a pile of papers, and took out a piece from the bottom. He did not unfold it immediately. His free hand pretended to be unintentional and rested on Pei Shuyu's leg, tapping it quickly with his fingertips several times.
The atmosphere in this studio is very good, and Pei Shuyu is familiar with many people. If he were to be transferred to Studio No. 7, he would have to establish relationships with new people.
Qi Ying and several people who were close to Pei Shuyu did not draw the note to represent them to go to the new studio.
Pei Shuyu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it's the same everywhere."
Qi Ying hurriedly put on a pretentious face: "That's different. I can't bear to leave you."
"Eh," Pei Shuyu said with disgust, "How corny."
The sketching teacher turned to other rows and asked them to draw slips of paper.
Ji Yan opened the note and two little heads came over.
The note was blank.
Qi Ying slapped her thigh hard, attracting the attention of several people nearby. She didn't care and said excitedly: "It wasn't pulled out."
Pei Shuyu breathed a sigh of relief.
She selfishly didn't want to be taken away.
It was unclear what the two new teachers' personalities were like, and whether they would accept non-art students in their studio. More importantly, Ji Yan had clearly adapted to the studio's environment.
The method of drawing lots with paper slips undoubtedly has a lot of room for manipulation. Even if Pei Shuyu is drawn out, he can exchange with someone who wants to get out but didn't draw the slip to get out.
After the drawing of lots, a dozen or so people who were less lucky packed up their painting supplies and left.
Pei Shuyu helped them move things.
When he came back, Qi Ying was lazily leaning on the folding chair, pinching the soft carbon and fiddling with a few lines, looking in a very good mood.
Pei Shuyu sat back down: "Why is she so happy?"
Ji Yan said calmly, "Maybe Wang Long was also pulled out."
Pei Shuyu glanced at the row at the back and found a clear space.
Wang Long and his friends moved to Studio No. 7.
Ji Yan said, "They exchanged notes with someone."
Pei Shuyu said "Oh" and didn't care much.
After some people left, the studio suddenly became much more spacious and the lights seemed to have become brighter. Pei Shuyu helped people move their things and washed her hands at the sink before returning.
The studio teacher is going to communicate with the new teacher and will not be back in the short term.
Pei Shuyu poked the person solving the problem on the tablet and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."
Ji Yan hesitated: "Supermarket?"
Pei Shuyu: "...Am I that greedy?"
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Ji Yan followed Pei Shuyu in front of the pile of weeds by the lake in the studio.
The person walking in front turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, bent down, and moved in little by little.
In the pitch-black environment, there is only a beam of light, which creates a bit of a treasure hunt atmosphere.
After taking a few more steps forward, Pei Shuyu turned off the flashlight and shone the screen light on me: "Hold me tight, watch your step."
Ji Yan looked around and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Pei Shuyu said mysteriously: "You'll know soon."
Seeing a few fireflies dancing in the grass, she suppressed her joy, fearing that she would scare away the little creatures, and whispered, "Look."
Several fireflies shuttled among the grass leaves, with the star-like points on their tails stained with a halo of light. During the chase, dozens of fireflies emerged from below and merged with the previous ones.
Perhaps they did not notice the arrival of people, or perhaps they were not afraid of the arrival of people. Several fireflies hung in front of them and flew slowly.
Pei Shuyu put the phone into her pocket. The only light left here was the faint glow of fireflies.
Ji Yan couldn't help but hold Pei Shuyu's hand tightly, and her fingertips slowly passed through the gaps between her fingers and interlocked theirs.
Her hands were still slightly damp after being washed. Ji Yan placed her thumb on the back of the girl's hand and followed her example by bending her knees. "Fireflies?"
Pei Shuyu smiled brightly: "Yes, it has been many years since we last met."
As far as she could remember, the last time she saw Ji Yan was when she was in kindergarten. She thought she looked about the same as her.
Pei Shuyu continued, "Just now, when I was helping someone move things to Studio 7, a senior student who was repeating a year told me that there are always a lot of fireflies here during the first one or two months every year."
She winked slyly, "Let's do it first while no one else knows."
More and more fireflies appeared, forming stars in the night sky, surrounding them. Through this little light, Pei Shuyu saw Ji Yan staring at her without blinking.
The light brown pupils looked straight into her eyes.
She was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously thought of the scene when she woke up this morning, hugging Ji Yan and rubbing against Ji Yan.
The smile on his lips gradually froze, and the interlocked fingers were very noticeable.
Pei Shuyu's ears burned, and she avoided the gaze she couldn't understand: "Want to take some pictures?"
Ji Yan: "Okay."
Pei Shuyu took out his cell phone and randomly tapped the camera button a few times.
The clasped hands separated, and Ji Yan opened and closed her fingers, trying to retain that bit of warmth.
The photos taken were not satisfactory because he was too anxious, so Pei Shuyu calmed down and took a few more photos.
"Is it okay?" Pei Shuyu handed over the phone.
The composition was excellent. Ji Yan nodded, "Okay."
Pei Shuyu joked, "I think so too. Why don't you take a few pictures? I wonder if someone wants to use my pictures for free again."
Ji Yan asked back: "Isn't it possible?
Pei Shuyu nodded: "Yes, of course."
Having said that, Ji Yan still took out his cell phone and clicked a few times at the firefly.
Pei Shuyu leaned over and took a look at the composition: "It's too casual."
Ji Yan handed over the phone: "Come here."
Pei Shuyu rolled up his non-existent sleeves and took the phone: "Let me show you what technology is."
Ji Yan bent her lips helplessly.
After finding the right angle, Pei Shuyu aimed the camera at the fireflies and the owner of the phone and pressed the record button.
The summer breeze blew by, blowing away Ji Yan's loose hair and revealing the girl's fair and plump forehead. Just standing there was enough to become the focus of the entire photo.
Pei Shuyu pretended to take a second photo when a group chat message popped up.
"The dining team."
The sender of the message displayed in the group chat is Qi Ying.
Qi Ying: [When will you come back? The sketching teacher is in the class.]
Pei Shuyu's expression became serious.
The message is displayed for a few seconds and then returns to the display box above.
Ji Yan and Qi Ying have a small group.
There should be at least three people in a small group. Otherwise, they can chat privately without setting up a group chat.
As if to confirm her guess, a group message popped up again.
Hua Yu: [??? Why didn't you take me with you!!!]
Ji Yan, Qi Ying and Hua Yu are in a group chat. Who else is in this group chat?
Why was it established and what does it mean to sit down at the table for dinner?
When did the three of them become so familiar with each other?
More importantly, why didn’t I know about the existence of this group chat?
Pei Shuyu pursed her lips and lost interest in taking pictures.
She perked up and took two more pictures before handing the phone back to Ji Yan: "It's getting late, let's go back."
Ji Yan: "Okay."
On the way back, Pei Shuyu, who was always talkative, fell into strange silence, and the two messages lingered in her mind.
What do these three people mean?
Pei Shuyu felt inexplicably angry.
Ji Yan naturally noticed the change in Pei Shuyu's mood and frowned almost imperceptibly.
In the studio, the sketching teacher is posting the new class schedule on the wall.
"Hey, where have you been?" The sketching teacher glanced at the two people who came in, "I thought you sneaked off to Studio 7."
Pei Shuyu managed a forced laugh and replied, "No, I went to Studio 7 to spy on the enemy."
"Teacher, why are there two new teachers suddenly?" asked a repeater sitting by the door.
The sketching teacher looked down on the two people and curled his lips: "Former students of the painting school."
The man asked again: "I came back to repay the art school for its kindness in cultivating me."
Someone who got the information said, "Is there someone from a big studio outside coming over tomorrow to do a sample painting? I heard they're publishing a book."
"I heard about it too. It's someone the two new teachers at Studio 7 invited."
"Show off your connections as soon as you get here."
The sketching teacher waved his long stick and said, "Okay, stop, be quiet. Hurry up and sketch while there's still half an hour left. The rest has nothing to do with you for now."
After returning to his seat, Pei Shuyu was still thinking about this matter.
The two messages flashed before her eyes repeatedly. Seeing them but having to keep them in her heart, Pei Shuyu felt anxious and itchy.
She is not a patient person.
The time when she was most patient was during the three hours when she was sketching.
At this moment, Qi Ying came over and asked, "Where have you been?"
Pei Shuyu closed her eyes: "By the pond."
A new repeater asked, "Are you going to see the fireflies?"
Qi Ying opened his eyes wide: "Ah? There are fireflies?"
Bian Mengfan said: "Yes, don't you know?"
Qi Ying said meaningfully: "It's really... interesting."
Pei Shuyu didn't respond. It was a rare time when she had just washed her hands and was about to get out of school, so she picked up the sketchpad and started sketching.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
Qi Ying felt that her radar was very accurate now. As a person who was on the front line of sugar-eating, she keenly noticed that something was wrong with Pei Shuyu.
This chatterbox didn't expand his words, but remained silent instead.
Ji Yan frowned and reviewed what happened when Pei Shuyu's emotions changed.
It was fine when I took the photo, but after that...
She frowned and unlocked her phone, with the WeChat icon hanging brightly on the display bar above.
Ji Yan's eyelids jumped and she pulled down the message bar.
What catches your eye is the content of "The Team Going to the Table to Eat".
Are you unhappy because you saw this?
Ji Yan's mood suddenly brightened. She leaned back lazily, holding her hand that was holding the hard charcoal model, and asked bluntly, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"
There was no panic at all about being discovered.