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There were already many long queues outside the venue, mostly composed of energetic young people.

There were many like-minded people communicating in the open space. What else did Lan Xing hear?

Her face turned slightly red and she stopped looking at those people dressed differently. Can this kind of thing be communicated outside now?

The thing in his hand was extremely hot, and the screen went out. No matter how Lan Xing pressed it, it wouldn't turn back on.

He thought it might be because it was too hot that the machine couldn't be turned on, so he went to the big banyan tree next to it.

Apart from a few elderly men and women chatting, there was only a woman wearing a mask in the spacious space under the tree.

She had a plump figure, fair skin, and the soft flesh at her cuffs swayed with her movements.

She was wearing a bright yellow dress and a bee was flying straight towards her.

In a panic, her high heels stepped on the drain under the tree.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Lan Xing quickly stretched out his hand to catch her.

When their eyes met, the pair of eyes behind the masks couldn't be more familiar.

Xiaoyu...

The bright yellow figure's eyes were first filled with gratitude, then panic, and a hint of strangeness.

Lan Xing couldn't imagine that the two of them would become strangers.

This dream was too real, but the only fake thing was Xiaoyu's reaction to him in the dream.

How is that possible? Yu Shu has seen his naked butt, how could she be unfamiliar with him?

"Lan Xing, you're sleepy. It's only Monday."

Yu Shu pushed the person who was standing on the stairs in a daze. The college nerd just didn't like going to school anymore.

Looking back, Xiaoyu clearly seemed to be very close to him.

The girl has baby fat on her face, and she looks very pure and cute.

Lan Xing shook his head and threw away the dream.

Sitting in the back seat, Yu Shu excitedly greeted the security guard, the breakfast shop owner, and the garbage collector.

She felt like she had been injected with new strength, and felt that everything about her life was beautiful now.

"call--!"

The cool breeze was very comfortable, and the aroma of crispy fried dough sticks and spicy kelp buns wafted from the hands of students on the street.

Lan Xing stood up and pedaled the bike. His figure was exceptionally youthful. Accompanied by the early morning pink glow and swaying soft green leaves, he gradually climbed up the slope.

The wind blew in through the cuffs, and the school uniform was puffed up like a bloated white wonton.

Yushu is filled with tender spring bamboo shoots and fresh meat, while Lanxing is filled with the later popular black preserved egg filling.

Xia Qiqi packed a bowl of Qianlixiang wontons and waved to Yu Shu at the door of the breakfast shop.

"Hey, good morning!"

Yu Shu stepped out of the car and replied with a smile.

"Aren't you throwing away your plastic bowls during Friday's cleaning?"

After hearing this, Xia Qiqi mysteriously took out a stainless steel bowl from her schoolbag.

"I got it from home, haha. I've been using it for the past few days."

Xia Qiqi's parents are average cooks, but Xia Qiqi is a person who particularly likes food.

I often buy clay pot noodles, wontons, and pig blood noodles from stores outside the school.

The price is affordable and the taste is good, but the packaging is unhealthy, as it comes in plastic bags.

The soup was very juicy, so Xia Qiqi kept using a plastic bowl to hold it while eating.

Later, when they switched to solid, environmentally friendly takeout boxes, Xia Qiqi no longer liked to eat.

Lan Xing pushed the cart and followed the two people.

A rich fragrance oozed out of the plastic bag from time to time. The three of them huddled together, successfully blocking the security guard's inquiring gaze.

At the table, Xia Qiqi was eating wontons enthusiastically.

The small wontons with paper-thin skin floated in the fresh soup of shrimp, seaweed and meat rolls. Xia Qiqi pinched the small white plastic spoon and put them into her mouth one by one.

Yunjie started mopping the floor from the first row.

Yu Shu looked up, waiting for Shi Zhuo's arrival.

Zhang He was already wiping the blackboard at the back. Many people came into the classroom one after another, most of them carrying plastic bags like Xia Qiqi.

There are several canteens in Chuncheng No. 3 Middle School. The Suxiangtang near the second floor of the junior high school has very good food, but unfortunately, this canteen does not provide breakfast.

Breakfast is only available in Lixiang Hall, which is close to the senior high school, and high school students go there to buy breakfast.

Yu Shu took out a pen and paper, leaned against the window glass, and sketched Xia Qiqi.

The girl under the blue curtain stared intently at the model in her painting and didn't even notice Yun Jie approaching with a mop.

On the wrong answer book issued by the school, a baby-faced girl eating wontons contentedly appears vividly on the paper.

In order to eat well, Xia Qiqi clipped up her bangs, which were transformed into lively little curls by Yu Shu.

Plastic bags of wontons emitting white steam, stacked books, neatly arranged empty tables and chairs, and students who came in to do their homework.

Yun Jie held the mop handle and watched Yu Shu put down the final stroke heavily.

"Yu Shu, you draw so well."

Her painting style is unique. It is not realistic, but the characters are eye-catching. The highlights are exaggerated and the scenes are coordinated.

Yun Jie's painting skills are still at the level of tracing comic books. When she first saw this bold and open painting style, she exclaimed in amazement.

[Task completed, reward 10 attribute points]

Eh?

Just like that, mission accomplished?

Yu Shu just wanted to try drawing it in real life and show it to Shi Zhuo.

Yunjie, I knew you were a good child.

Yu Shu inexplicably developed a kind of affection for Yun Jie.

"If you want, I can draw you one too."

Yu Shu extended an invitation.

Xia Qiqi still didn't understand what was going on. She swallowed the last mouthful of soup in confusion.

Yu Shu handed it to her.

Yunjie responded enthusiastically and said that she would go get the notebook now.

Xia Qiqi didn't expect that her deskmate who slept secretly with her had this trick.

"Well, if you had told me you were such a good painter, I wouldn't have bought those ugly pirated posters."

Fu Xue walked in from outside with her schoolbag on her back, and she took off her new glasses uncomfortably.

Watching the two people at the back table whispering about the comics she had read recently.

Yunjie ran over and gave Yushu her treasured notebook.

Said: "Just draw me doing my duty, haha."

So Fu Xue watched the future comics master's first public sketching.

Xia Qiqi exclaimed in admiration from time to time. Fu Xue, from an amateur's perspective, felt that the painting style was even more beautiful than some of the authors' paintings in the comics she had read, even without coloring.

Could this be Yu Shu's unique talent?

Yun Jie was working on her duty with great effort. Her ponytail was tied particularly well today, making her head look rounder and fuller. Her school uniform pants were also cut to the right length.

After Zhang He wiped the blackboard, he shamelessly rubbed Yun Jie's ponytail.

He was beaten up by Yun Jie.

Considering the continuity of the scenes and to exercise her own ideas, Yu Shu simply drew a short one-page comic strip with six storyboards.

Fu Xue's eyes were full of stars as she watched the pens flying in the hands of the students at the table behind her. The lovely and vivid pictures were perfectly presented in a short time, just like when she was racing against time to solve difficult problems in the Mathematical Olympiad.

The serious look of these people attracted many people, who held their breath and waited for Yu Shu to finish her work.

The moment he put pen to paper, Shi Zhuo applauded: "Excellent drawing! Yu Shu, are you interested in drawing today's blackboard newspaper?"

It was another unexpected surprise. Although the task had been completed, Yu Shu still agreed to make the blackboard newspaper after school.

Shi Zhuo happily told Yu Shu that if the chalk ran out, there was a new box of chalk in the drawer on the left side of the podium that he had bought last time.

"You can be the cultural and arts committee member, I'll talk to Lao Yi later."

Seeing that things were going so smoothly, Shi Zhuo wanted to get rid of another heavy burden.

This time it wasn't just Yu Shu, Fu Xue and Xia Qiqi also helped her by waving their hands.

"You are more suitable to be the cultural and arts committee member."

Chuncheng No. 3 Middle School adheres to quality education and attaches great importance to the physical and mental development of students.

There are countless campus activities, big and small, such as art festivals, Lantern Festival activities, Mid-Autumn Festival activities...

There are many performances every semester, and every class needs people to perform. Shy people don’t want to go on stage at all, but there is a shortage of people!

The cultural and arts committee member could only beg everyone to sign up enthusiastically.

Rao Guang from the Sports Commission was in the same situation. No one participated in the long-distance running and high jump events at the sports meet.

The two of them happened to be deskmates. Every time Shi Zhuo ran 3,000 meters, Rao Guang would go to perform in a stage play.

At present, Yu Shu only lets herself go in front of people she knows. If she were asked to talk to classmates she is not familiar with, it would be a nightmare.

I agreed to draw requests from several classmates.

There were already six or seven beautiful notebooks piled on Yu Shu's desk.

Most of them belonged to female classmates in the class, except for one who belonged to Zhou Changqing, the class committee member.

Xia Qiqi excitedly collected the royalties for Yu Shu.

That’s right, these paintings were not painted in vain. The students all contributed their own pocket money, especially Zhou Changqing, whose royalties amounted to twenty yuan.

Therefore, he is also the first one in line.

"The student council is really generous."

Xia Qiqi whispered quietly behind the book.

Normally everyone wears the same school uniform, and it’s hard to tell who is rich and who is poor. From this perspective, Yu Shu quite likes wearing school uniforms.

Later, when I went to college, there was a girl in my class who came from a very poor family. She always wore the same few washed-out clothes, a cheap offset short-sleeved shirt that was half-off, yellowed canvas shoes that were cracked, and a jacket with pirated brand name logos.

He always keeps his head down in class and is even more silent than the chubby Yu Shu.

During the break, Shi Zhuo gave up his seat out of friendship.

Zhou Changqing moved around a little helplessly.

He was very fair, elegant and handsome, and Yu Shu had little contact with him.

She only remembers seeing the news on her friends' circle many years later that he had settled down in the capital. At that time, she was in her room, dazed, eating takeout and reading comics.

The boy looked like a good student. He had his school uniform buttoned up at the top, and the low-quality plastic buttons had no loose threads at all. He also had a nice scent, and it was obvious that he had showered regularly.

Yu Shu asked him to turn slightly to the side. His nose was the most elegant and beautiful, which matched his slightly melancholy temperament and the tall camphor tree behind him.

The whole picture places special emphasis on light and shadow, quietly highlighting the protagonist's unique literary and artistic temperament.

"Very handsome."

Shi Zhuo winked at Zhou Changqing.

How about paying Yu Shu to draw a picture for him too, with the same red hair as Sakuragi Michi!

Xia Qiqi took Shi Zhuo's money and patted his shoulder earnestly, "Your appointment is tomorrow, and Yu Shu doesn't have any colored pencils."

Zhou Changqing's notebook has a very thick cowhide cover and the paper is smooth.

In the lower right corner is Yu Shu's customary signature, a lion head holding a large paintbrush.

"Your signature is cute, too."