Chapter 37 Chapter 37 If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you…

For some reason, Qi Ying always felt that there was something strange about Pei Shuyu and Ji Yan these days. Their relationship seemed to be the same as before, but also seemed to have changed slightly.

For example, at this moment, Pei Shuyu could actually hold Ji Yan in his arms with peace of mind, and teach her how to paint.

Although the color teacher is not here, it is class time now. Why don’t you care about it at all?

Moreover, these days, there are very few messages in the "Let's Eat Team" group, most of which are inquiries and analyses sent by her and Hua Yu.

Ji Yan occasionally popped up a message to indicate that she had seen the messages.

Something was strange, Qi Ying's radar was running at high speed, his body leaned back, and he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

Pei Shuyu held Ji Yan's brush-wielding hand, dotted a touch of light yellow onto the palette paper, and then used a fan-shaped pen to outline the shape of the object on the paper. "Relax, don't be nervous. It's just a shape, no need to be so precise."

Ji Yan let her hold it, her slender fingers gripping the pen.

Pei Shuyu: "Yes, that's it. It's actually very simple."

After the preliminary outline of the shape was completed, Ji Yan glanced to both sides. The people on both sides were still in the shaping stage. Even with her, a newbie, Pei Shuyu's speed still surpassed the group.

Pei Shuyu began to guide her in laying the colors.

Half an hour later, the picture in front of me already had a relationship between light and dark, and it looked like a color draft.

Ji Yan nodded: "It's really not that difficult."

Pei Shuyu smiled: "Isn't it? I always think that color is the simplest and most convenient of the three."

The person who had been listening behind them for more than half an hour turned around silently, staring at the color draft without blinking, then looked at his own painting, and his mentality was a little broken.

No, it’s too discouraging that Ji Yan could paint like this for the first time.

Qi Ying ignored the fact that Pei Shuyu had personally guided Ji Yan in painting this picture, and took out his cell phone to take a picture of the two people hugging each other very closely.

"Click", the flash lights light up synchronously.

Qi Ying's mouth twitched.

Pei Shuyu and Ji Yan turned their heads at the same time, and were stared at by one pair of bright eyes and one pair of gentle and cold eyes. Qi Ying didn't even want to make up an excuse.

She said with a bitter look on her face: "Ji Yan, if it really doesn't work out, you should switch to art. You are so good at academics. After the college entrance examination next year, if your comprehensive score is calculated, you will definitely be in the top three in the province."

Ji Yan has always been good at academic subjects, and now she has shown such talent in art. Is there any way she can survive?

Pei Shuyu pushed her away unhappily and said with a smile, "Hey, I don't want another competitor. Besides, Ji Yan is very good at academic subjects. If Director Chen knew you were trying to steal someone from her class, he would definitely give you two teaching sticks to taste."

Qi Ying: "Oh, yes."

Qi Ying, who was hit hard, turned back and sent the photos she had just taken to the group chat of "Eating Table Team".

She was so conscientious that she was afraid that Huayu would not be able to sit at the table.

Ji Yan returned to her seat beside Pei Shuyu, unscrewed a bottle of water and took two sips. She asked in a gentle voice, "Is the painting really that good?"

Pei Shuyu's eyebrows curved: "Really."

Ji Yan smiled and said, "Then I have to think about whether I should switch to art studies."

It was obviously a joke, but Pei Shuyu's face tensed and she tensed up: "You can't be so casual."

The paintbrush in his hand had not been used for a long time, and a light gray drop of water dripped from the tip of the brush that had just been washed.

Deeply ingrained, she places great emphasis on academics and the college entrance exam. She said, "You have no interest in art, and you don't need to pursue further studies in this field. There's no need to consider these things."

When she was serious, there would always be a frown between her brows, which made her bright facial features look a bit bitter.

Ji Yan stared at her for several seconds and slowly raised his lips.

Pei Shuyu felt embarrassed instead. She pursed her lips, took the mineral water that Ji Yan had just drunk and hadn't even had time to close the lid, took two sips, and said, "I know you're joking."

Ji Yan nodded slightly: "Then aren't you still cooperating with me?"

Pei Shuyu tsks and says nonchalantly, "That means I'm a good person."

The color teacher's voice came to their ears, and the two of them stopped talking tacitly.

Ji Yanjiu took out a tablet and did some exercises and watched teaching videos on the side.

"Pei Shuyu," the color teacher, sitting in the first row, raised her arms high. "The back two rows are your responsibility."

Pei Shuyu blinked: "What?"

The color teacher was asking the students in their seats to re-paste their paper: "Do a sample painting for the two rows at the back."

Pei Shuyu: "..."

No, she is a student. Is it appropriate for her to draw a model for her classmates in the same studio?

What's more, there are several repeaters in their two rows, serving as model students for the seniors, which is simply going against the grain.

She considered refusing.

The color teacher added, "We always use the projector, but some students hide in the back and try to play instead of watching carefully. This time, we'll have two rows of students drawing sample paintings. I want to see who dares not to listen carefully. Everyone, gather around. The two rows in the middle will draw their own paintings first. I'll finish the sample paintings on this side and then I'll go to your side."

"Pei Shuyu, move."

Pei Shuyu, who had been forced to be called out several times, became very smart.

Bian Mengfan watched the show with great interest: "Hurry up, junior sister."

Pei Shuyu begged for mercy again and again: "Senior sister, why are you teasing me?"

Qi Ying moved a folding chair to occupy the best seat. She caught a glimpse of Ji Yan putting down the tablet, and she moved without making a sound.

The best observation points should be reserved for those who need closer proximity.

The people in the back two rows gathered around her, with several heads either pressing against her or on either side. Pei Shuyu felt inexplicably pressured.

She declared: "First of all, please don't laugh at me if my painting is not good."

Qi Ying: "Who has the right to laugh at you?"

Bian Mengfan: "Even if I repeat another year, I still won't be able to reach the level of my junior schoolmate."

Pei Shuyu waved her hands modestly: "No, no, you're exaggerating."

The paper on the drawing board was torn off, and while she was talking to the people around her, Ji Yan replaced it with a new one.

People who already thought the two were too close started to make fun of them.

"Oh, Pei Shuyu is living a good life. She doesn't even have to paste the drawing paper herself."

"If anyone is envious, I won't tell them."

"What you know is still too little. I also know that Ji Yan gives Pei Shuyu one-on-one tutoring. I want to know who has such good conditions and treatment."

“…”

The voices were too loud. Pei Shuyu was neither thick-skinned nor thin-skinned. When she was teased like that, the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Covering her ears uncomfortably, she stopped him: "Keep your voice down, or the color teacher will pack us all up and throw us out."

Qi Ying interrupted: "That's right, look at your lack of interest in learning. We came here to see the model paintings. Look at Ji Yan, a general education student, he is looking at the model paintings so seriously and quietly."

Pei Shuyu was amused. She said while doing the pose, "Come on, you were the one who started this topic in the first place, and now you're blaming others with a pretentious excuse. You're just...

She took the time to give Qi Ying a thumbs up.

Ji Yan supported his knee with one hand, resting his chin on his palm, with a calm expression.

Pei Shuyu's hands are very beautiful, with distinct joints and rounded nails. When holding a pen, the bones of her hands protrude slightly, and the purple veins bulge out, showing great tension.

On the last knuckle of the middle finger, a little light gray-blue that had landed there at some point made it look even whiter.

Noticing the paint, Ji Yan subconsciously wanted to take out a wet tissue to wipe Pei Shuyu. Just as she was about to move, she raised her eyes, and the heads gathered around her stopped her in her tracks.

"Use a dark color here to press it down. It's from the same color family. Just draw a line. Don't make it too obvious." Pei Shuyu pointed at the location he mentioned with the pen.

When she was serious, Pei Shuyu's voice was very clear, unlike her usual lazy and sluggish voice.

Ji Yan's gaze couldn't help but shift from the picture to Pei Shuyu's hand, and finally, to Pei Shuyu's face.

"Cough cough." Qi Ying coughed twice.

She discovered something was wrong.

Ji Yan's expression is too obvious now, her eyes are almost thread-like.

Pei Shuyu looked up: "Are you catching a cold?"

Qi Ying: "It's okay, don't worry."

Pei Shuyu deliberately moved the folding chair forward: "Then don't infect me."

Qi Ying: "..." She patted Pei Shuyu's back unhappily: "My throat is itchy."

Pei Shuyu smiled and moved the chair back to its original position: "That's good."

She finished her sample painting while chatting and laughing. The people around her asked a few questions about the brush strokes and then left.

Pei Shuyu looked at the color teacher, who had already finished the sample paintings for the first two rows and was now working on the students in the middle two rows.

Seeing the people around Pei Shuyu disperse, she put down her pen and said, "You guys should do the same. Practice the color draft. There's no rush to finish the draft."

Pei Shuyu washed her hands out of habit.

Qi Ying elbowed Ji Yan's chair and hesitated, "Ji Yan, can I ask how far you and Pei Shuyu have come?"

Ji Yan: “Hmm?”

Qi Ying gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be so blatant. Be more restrained."

God knows how much she, a sugar addict, has to worry about.

Yuelan High School has very strict regulations on premature love. Qi Ying has a premonition that if these two people don't restrain themselves, they will be caught by the dean sooner or later.

Ji Yan curved her lips and said, "Don't worry, I haven't talked to her."

At least, not before the college entrance examination.

Pei Shuyu hadn't returned yet, so Ji Yan took the initiative to go to the pool to look for her.

There was a little paint on Pei Shuyu's trouser leg, and the girl was scrubbing it vigorously, making the trouser leg wet.

"Luckily I'm wearing jeans," Pei Shuyu pouted. "Why are you here?"

Ji Yan squatted down, put the girl's hand away, and scooped some clean water to the bottom of his pants: "I want to come and see you."

The foam on the trouser legs was washed away, bringing with it a hint of orange scent. It was the scent of Pei Shuyu's hand soap, which she used to wash her trouser legs.

After washing off the paint, Ji Yan helped Pei Shuyu stand up, as she had been squatting for too long and her feet became numb whenever she moved.

When he stood up, he almost fell down due to his unstable center of balance. Pei Shuyu quickly caught him and said, "Want to scam me?"

Ji Yan's pretty eyebrows curved: "My feet are numb."

Pei Shuyu: "I'll take a few steps slowly with support. Can you still walk?"

Ji Yan: "Okay."

Pei Shuyu smiled and said, "If you can't walk, I'll carry you."