"Yanshu?"

Xihe was surprised and ran over: "Why are you here?"

The students who were about to rush to the cafeteria couldn't help but stop and looked at the two people beside the flower bed curiously.

Chen Yanshu took the schoolbag from Xihe, raised his hand to touch her head, and smiled gently: "I was reading in the library this morning, so I came here to wait for you."

Then he took Xihe's hand and walked towards the school gate: "What do you want to eat today?"

Xihe followed his footsteps: "Well, I want to eat something lighter."

The two walked further and further away, but the classmates were stunned. This was Wei Qing's boyfriend?

White shirt, handsome and charming.

Moreover, patting the head is too much of a pampering.

The girls immediately turned their attention to Zhang Ying, ran over, took her hands and asked her if she knew.

Zhang Ying's eyes were still fixed on Chen Yanshu's back, and she almost drooled.

"Ayun."

Wang Jun held Li Yun's hand tightly.

Li Yun finally came back to his senses and smoothed his hair to cover up his mistake. "What, what happened?"

Wang Jun's eyes flickered, and he simply said, "Let's go and have dinner."

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After passing the school assessment, Xihe submitted a painting to the national competition. After that, he went to class and went home as usual. When he had nothing to do, he would accompany Chen Yanshu to stroll around the streets.

He has a strong liking for today's world, and he feels happy when he sees smiles on passers-by's faces.

"Qingqing, what do you say about me going to school too?" Chen Yanshu asked.

Xihe naturally agreed: "If you want to go, let's go."

Excluding the decades of emptiness in his mind, Chen Yanshu was just a young man in his twenties.

He lived in an era full of gunpowder, held a high position of power, and was in poor health. He had never experienced the simple, warm, straightforward, and positive atmosphere of young people.

Xihe swallowed the coconut flakes in her mouth and said with a smile, "But you have to call me senior from now on."

As he spoke, his eyes rolled around, as if he remembered something interesting, and he winked at Chen Yanshu ambiguously: "Call me sister and come listen to me tonight."

Chen Yanshu: “…”

He felt helpless and amused. The traffic light was green, so he pulled the person across the road and didn't intend to continue the conversation.

Given her personality, if he dared to agree to her request, she would force him to scream in bed.

He will never have peace of mind from now on.

Seeing that Chen Yanshu ignored her, Xihe smacked her lips regretfully, but secretly cursed him in her heart for being a stuffy guy. This guy didn't like the image of a little milk puppy, but was very keen on the image of a strong and domineering boss.

Strong wall-banging, grabbing waist when disagreeing...it's so fun.

Ring, ring, ring,

Xihe handed the milk tea to Chen Yanshu and took out his phone from his pocket: "Hello, Xiaoying?"

"Qingqing, what kind of painting did you submit?"

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and Zhang Ying's voice was very excited.

Chen Yanshu opened the glass door of the restaurant and Xihe walked in: "It's a scene from a conference hall, what's wrong?"

"Are all the people inside wearing Republican-era clothing?"

Zhang Ying suddenly lowered her voice. "I just heard that this painting might be shortlisted, but I don't know when the specific details will be released. But Ayun's has been confirmed as a finalist, and she's ranked high. Damn, you two are amazing."

"Really?"

Xihe was a little surprised. The theme this time was characters. She thought about it and drew the scene of her meeting Shen Yanshu again in Shanghai. She didn't expect to be shortlisted.

To be honest, she had rarely participated in these activities before and didn't know her level.

But it’s a good thing to be shortlisted.

She smiled and said, "Thank you for telling me. If you are really shortlisted, I will treat you to a feast."

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Ying happily agreed.