One week into the new semester, the workload was not heavy, and An Xing quickly found her familiar school rhythm.
He is now in his twelfth year, and has fewer major courses than his sophomore year, mainly elective courses. Because of the different course selections, the schedules of the four people in the dormitory are very different, and there is little overlap.
An Xing really likes art and has talent. In most of his major courses in his freshman and sophomore years, his grades were among the best in the class. There are several very popular elective courses, and the lecturers are all industry leaders. The admission of students is not only based on the speed of course selection, but also on grades.
An Xing was naturally successfully selected, but Su Yiran, who also submitted an application, was not able to choose these courses.
So throughout the entire week, except for the big class on Friday afternoon, An Xing had no overlapping classes with Su Yiran.
It feels great.
After the farce on the first day of school, Su Yiran came to explain to An Xing with a gentle and apologetic face, trying to make An Xing believe that he really didn't mean anything sarcastic at the time, he was just worried about An Xing.
Although An Xing is a little fool, that is only when facing people close to him. When facing people he hates, he is not stupid at all.
"It doesn't matter what you think. I don't care. You don't need to say anything to me because I don't consider you a friend anymore."
Su Yiran found An Xing in the dormitory and attempted to morally blackmail her in front of two other roommates.
If it was the An Xing from the past, maybe he would have forgiven Su Yiran, but the An Xingxing now is the reborn Niu Hulu Xing!
"If Ning Rong and I don't have a good relationship, you definitely won't come to me to apologize, right? You might even step on me to please Ning Rong."
An Xing smiled calmly. Facing this former good friend, there was no ripple in his heart, only annoyance.
He used to really treat Su Yiran as a friend, even if they had some different ideas, but he didn't mind. He was making friends, and it was enough for his friends to treat him well, so why bother about so many things?
Now An Xing feels that his concept of making friends is a bit problematic and it’s time to change it.
As for Su Yiran, who wanted to step on him to please Ning Rong after the truth of his previous life was exposed, An Xing just hoped that this person would not appear and get in the way again.
"So, stay away from me, thank you."
Su Yiran stood next to An Xing, his pretty face flushed red. His usual eloquence was completely gone, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
The other two people in the dormitory were carefree. They had always thought that Su Yiran was too meticulous, but they never thought that this person also had a crooked mind. The two of them sat in their seats without saying a word, and had no intention of trying to smooth things over.
An Xing had turned back and no longer paid attention to Su Yiran. He only used his peripheral vision to watch Su Yiran's actions through the mirror in front of him, to prevent him from becoming so angry that he lost his mind and did something irrational.
Fortunately, Su Yiran was not so stupid as to do that. He stood there in rage for a while, then returned to his seat angrily.
An Xing finally felt relieved, reopened the drawer, and took out the sketchbook to start drawing.
After all, as a former young master of a wealthy family who had seen the intrigues of others, and with Chen Ying's frequent admonitions, An Xing paid great attention to privacy and security - he had a locked drawer specifically for storing his daily design assignments and drawings.
When he was a freshman in college, An Xing listened to his mother and used the electronic lock he brought from home to lock his drawer.
At that time, the four of them in the dormitory were already very familiar with each other. When Su Yiran saw him lock up his design homework, he said in a teasing tone that it was not good, as if he was guarding against his roommate. As the closest roommates, they should trust each other. An Xing was drafting on the notebook, thinking casually, what did he say at that time?
Oh, yes. He didn't hear the provocation behind Su Yiran's words at all, and said seriously:
"How could that be? We need to take safety measures to avoid destroying this trust. This way, when something happens, we can talk it out without suspecting each other!"
The other roommates nodded in agreement, and at that time Su Yiran's smile became a little forced, but unfortunately he didn't notice it.
An Xing suddenly remembered that during the summer vacation, Su Yiran interned in the design department of Weiqing Jewelry Company and, like him, participated in the exchange and study meeting hosted by Lu. According to Xiao Rui, Weiqing Jewelry Company has a history of plagiarism.
Well, then he should lock the drawer more carefully, An Xing thought silently.
*
Soon it was Friday, and there was a theory class in the afternoon. The four of them sat together in the dormitory. Feeling the phone vibrate, An Xing took out his phone during the break and saw that it was a message from Lu Tianchen and Ning Rong.
Lu Tianchen: Let’s go eat Yunnan cuisine together tonight?
Better to be alone than to be unsatisfactory: Will you go home on the weekend?
An Xing thought about it, and first told Ning Rong that he was going home after dinner, and then opened the dialog box with Lu Tianchen.
An Xingxing would perform a ritual: Okay, okay! Are you coming to pick me up?
Lu Tianchen: Well, wait for me after class. I’ll drive the car into the school. It’s too sunny outside.
Remembering that the surface temperature today was 40 degrees, An Xing immediately agreed.
An Xingxing would do this: My get out of class ends at 4:30, in Teaching Building 8.
Putting away his phone, An Xing lowered his head and took notes in a good mood.
One of his roommates, Zhou Bin, patted An Xing's arm.
"Xing, shall we go out for dinner after school? There's a new hot pot restaurant outside the school, and it seems to be delicious."
"No, I have something to do today." An Xing shook his head, "I'll go home on the weekend."
"oh oh!"
Thinking of what happened to An Xing, Zhou Bin hesitated for a moment, then remembered that Su Yiran was there too, so he didn't continue asking.
Su Yiran glanced at An Xing and lowered his head to hide the malice in his eyes. He spent the rest of the class in a strange and excited expectation.
The bell rang, and the teacher on the podium said a few words before dismissing the class. This Friday class was the last big class, and everyone rushed out in a rush.
An Xing glanced at his phone and saw Lu Tianchen's real-time location showing that he had already arrived downstairs. He packed up his things and picked up his bag, preparing to go downstairs with his roommates and then separate.
Zhou Bin was very tall. He put his arm around An Xing's shoulders and said casually:
"Xing, I noticed you were drawing these days, are you designing something?"
An Xing paused, then he remembered.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you! I will participate in the jewelry design competition in November this year, in the brand culture category."
Su Yiran suddenly turned around and looked at An Xing in astonishment, but An Xing didn't notice his look. Zhou Bin grabbed his shoulders and asked excitedly:
"Really? Was it your company that submitted the quota?"
“This is not my company anymore!”
Thinking that he wouldn't have to inherit the family business in the future and worrying every day that the company would go bankrupt because of himself, An Xing raised his chin, feeling proud.
"It's the recommendation quota for An Ning Jewelry. Dad, give it to me!"
The boy shook his head, and the curly hair on his head fluttered in the wind.
The two roommates were happy for An Xing and pulled him to cheer. Only Su Yiran walked quietly beside them, trying his best to hide his ugly expression.
He is already older this year and really wants to participate in this competition. But Su Yiran knows his level. If he participates in the design group, he will never get a good ranking, or even be eliminated. But he is just an intern at Weiqing Jewelry and can't get a recommendation from the company.
Although An Xing has some talent, if it weren't for the An family's connections, how could he have gotten a spot in the brand culture group? !
The jealousy in his heart was gnawing at his internal organs like ants. Su Yiran took out his phone and checked the real-time location, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After they left the teaching building, An Xing was still talking to his two roommates. He saw someone walking in this direction from the corner of his eye. He didn't take it seriously and just slightly turned his body to avoid bumping into the person. But what he didn't expect was that the person stopped in front of them and stopped him.
An Xing turned around curiously and saw a middle-aged man stopped in front of him. Behind this man was a tall man holding a SLR camera in his hand.
The camera was facing An Xing, and the indicator light was flashing, indicating that it was recording.
An Xing noticed something was wrong and frowned. The students around him who had not yet walked far also noticed something was wrong and slowed down their pace and looked in this direction.
The middle-aged man walked up to An Xing, took out a recording pen, stuffed it into An Xing's mouth without saying anything, and said loudly:
"Excuse me, are you Mr. An Xing'an? You are the son of the current president of An Ning Jewelry, right? I heard that you are actually a fake and were taken away from the real child of the An family, right?"
"What do you think about this matter?"
“Hey! Who are you? What are you doing?!”
Although Zhou Bin was an art student, he was tall and strong with a straightforward temper. He instinctively felt that this person had bad intentions, and frowned and yelled at him.
The middle-aged man ignored Zhou Bin, walked around the boy, stretched out his arm tirelessly, and continued to point the recorder at An Xing.
"I'm a reporter! Mr. An, please accept my interview! Was everything I just said correct? Were you taken away by the wrong owner when you were born?"
When Zhou Bin heard the man say he was a reporter, he hesitated. He had never seen a reporter interviewing on the spot, so he didn't know whether he should continue to stop him.
Another roommate knew something about this, so he pulled An Xing over and gave him a hint:
"If you don't want to, you have the right to refuse the interview. If he forces the interview or secretly takes photos or videos, you can sue him."
An Xing nodded and looked at the man.
"Which media outlet are you from? Where's your press card?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he turned a deaf ear to An Xing's words. He just continued to hold the recorder, and the volume was still very loud.
"Since you took the wrong child, how do you feel about enjoying the life of a rich family's eldest son for twenty years? Do you feel sorry for the wrong child?"
Everyone felt something was wrong. They were not here to interview him, they were here to pick a fight!
An Xing was not stupid, he knew something was fishy, when he heard the middle-aged man's words, he tightened his small round face and said nothing. And his approach was obviously right, because right after the middle-aged man finished asking, the man holding the camera pointed the lens at An Xing and took a picture of the expression on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you reporters?!"
Seeing that these two people had bad intentions, Zhou Bin immediately got angry and pushed An Xing behind him to block the camera.
"Whether the child was held in the wrong place or not has nothing to do with you. Why are you here talking nonsense? Who are you?!"
Unable to take a picture of An Xing, the other person simply pointed the camera at Zhou Bin. Seeing this, An Xing couldn't just run away, as he couldn't let Zhou Bin take the trouble for him.
He quickly looked around and found that many students had stopped and were looking at this place and whispering. Next to him, Su Yiran spoke softly:
"Zhou Bin, don't be like this. People are asking questions in a nice manner, so don't be so aggressive. An Xing didn't get angry when she was asked this question, so don't be so nervous..."
The tea has a nice tea flavor.
An Xing's mouth twitched, and he understood that Su Yiran was afraid that he would not be able to attract hatred.
But he really didn't intend to hide behind his roommates, so he took a deep breath and walked out from behind Zhou Bin. Before he could speak, a shout came from a distance.
"What are you two doing!?"
Two security guards from the school were running towards this side with serious expressions on their faces.
The two unidentified persons were very surprised. They didn't expect that the school security would react so quickly, as the school clearly did not prohibit outsiders from entering.
When the students saw the security guards rushing over, they became much calmer. Some even retreated to both sides in a well-trained manner to make way for the security guards.
An Xing also felt relieved and gave a thumbs up to the security brothers in his heart, and also looked at the two men with sympathy.
These two people definitely don't know how "lively" the students are in an art university, how passionate they are about performance art in their spare time, and how fast they push the school security guards to move.
However, An Xing was happy too early. Just when he and his roommates relaxed, the man who was silently taking pictures with the SLR camera beside them suddenly stepped forward, dodged Zhou Bin, and rushed straight towards An Xing with the heavy SLR in his hand, with a whistling momentum, as if it was going to hit An Xing directly in the face.
Anyone who has carried a SLR camera knows how heavy it is, not to mention that the lens is poking people in the eyes. An Xing subconsciously raised his hand to block his head and took two steps back to avoid it. At the same time, Su Yiran, who had been standing next to him, suddenly moved a step, as if dodging in panic, but bumped into An Xing heavily.
An Xing's center of gravity was already unstable, and he immediately lost his balance and fell backwards. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and hadn't decided whether to sacrifice his face to protect his head or what...
Amidst a burst of exclamations, strong and powerful arms suddenly wrapped around his waist and held him steady.
An Xing opened his eyes in confusion, only to see a black SLR being knocked flying and smashing to the ground. A slender, powerful hand with distinct joints blocked his view.
"Brother Shen!"
The young man grabbed the arm that was around him and subconsciously called out the man's name without looking back.
The little curly-haired girl rubbed against the man's strong chest, and the sound of a steady and powerful heartbeat came from behind her ear.
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