Chapter 19 "Spring Dream?" Perfect Abdominal/External Oblique Muscles...
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The girl in front of me is definitely, impossible to be Du Yuanshan's illegitimate fan.
Which sasaeng fan would make the idol’s son angry to death?
Chen Che wanted to calm down, but he said nothing.
"Scalping isn't a good idea." Her heart burned with righteousness as she kept on nagging, "You have to make money honestly. Using unscrupulous methods might work once or twice, but it's not a long-term solution."
“…”
The breath that had just flowed smoothly is now blocked in the chest again.
No, no, no, the girl in front of me is a black fan. Not only is she black, but her core is black too. She is blacker than Du Yuanshan’s favorite FL-grade clarity black diamonds.
The working emperor patted his chest and said proudly: "My work experience can circle the whole world. You can just follow me and I will introduce you to a good job if there is one."
Suddenly, Chen Che had the illusion that he had been recruited by her as a follower?
He was too lazy to prove his identity. They were just casual friends.
Even if she is just a diligent little bee collecting nectar, she will inevitably reveal the specific location of the flower/nectar.
In order to complete the mission of the mother's party, and also to avoid two "troubles" one big and one small that are about to arrive in the Maple Leaf Country.
Shen Che hummed lightly: "Please ask for crosstalk tickets for me, thanks."
Chi Leyou said cheerfully, "Okay."
Accepting her kindness, he also offered kindness: "I'll give it to you?"
"No need." Chi Leyou patted the pony, "We are not going this way, you should go home quickly."
After acting out the terrifying shock suffered by the zombies, he didn’t take a good rest and rushed home to be with his sister.
I am mentally tired during the day and physically tired at night.
Chi Leyou gave him a sympathetic look: "Remember to rest."
Chen Che: “?”
Is she concerned about his health?
Sunlight shone through the dead branches, casting a halo around the tall figure. A hint of fatigue shone through the handsome face beneath the shadows.
Chi Leyou said earnestly: "The body is the capital of revolution!"
The peak period of school dismissal gradually fades away, and students gather in groups of three or five.
There was a burst of laughter all around, and the concentration of youthful factors in the air was too high.
Easy homework, no need to practice exercises in spare time.
Someone liked to show off, holding the iron bar of the school stopping sign with one hand and spinning in the air like a carousel. The classmates who didn't want to spoil the fun put their fingers in their mouths and screamed.
Dog whistles were heard everywhere.
"I envy them so much." The girl's tone was like an old woman.
Chen Che glanced sideways, sizing her up calmly: "What are you envious of? Freedom?"
Chi Leyou: "No sea of test questions, no argumentative essays, no evening self-study. What a life!"
"That's it?" Shen Che didn't understand.
"Aren't you envious?" The girl glanced at him and then suddenly realized, "Oh, someone hasn't experienced the hardships of Hengshui."
Chen Che didn't comment, shrugged and said, "I go to a private school."
Tsk, sorry~ Chi Leyou’s lips moved.
The laughter of students came from the front, and the sneers of girls filled the air in front of me.
The man raised his eyelashes and glanced at her: "Is studying in a private school against the law?"
The girl who was caught suddenly closed her mouth. Can he lip read?
A few local high school boys were walking towards us.
They all wore leg-revealing shorts, a down jacket, cauliflower curly hair, and headphones.
"Come, I will show you the truth about the free country."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Che raised his hand and waved at a cauliflower.
The other party was a little confused, but who would refuse a handsome guy who owns a supercar?
"Classmate, let me help you with a math problem."
The cauliflower cultists nominated a cauliflower with the roundest skull, and everyone cheered, "He has the best GPA in the class!"
The Bose headphones slid to the base of his neck, and a look of "bro, you asked the right person" shone on Green Cabbage Tou's face.
He excitedly put down his lunch box, opened his deflated schoolbag and started rummaging through it.
"With my luck, anybody I shake hands with will be number one in the class," the man leaned slightly 20 degrees toward the girl, like a bamboo stick tilted by the wind. "Meeting you is really my lucky 6+1."
He used her words to tease her, and Chi Leyou fought back: "Yes, Mr. Shen is a master at claw machines, he's amazing."
As he spoke, Green Cabbage Head handed over a pen and paper, his eyes earnest, like a cream-colored golden retriever waiting for its owner to throw a frisbee.
Chen Che didn't rush to write, and asked directly: "What is 21 + 139?"
Green Cabbage Tou’s left eye twitched and he was silent for a second.
The other cauliflowers in the vegetable garden were silent.
"Brother, I want to calculate with a pen."
Shen Che gave him paper and pen.
Green Cabbage Tou did some calculations and wrote in his notebook.
...160?
He held up the answer sheet.
Bingo, Shen Che nodded.
160! The cauliflowers high-fived.
Green Cabbage's amber pupils kept flashing, as if he had won the Jackpot.
He then tackled a few math problems at a snail's pace. He barely managed three-digit addition and subtraction, but was stuck on two-digit multiplication, unable to get it right no matter how hard he tried.
He scratched his head and said, "Can I use the computer?"
Chen Che invites the male contestant of the Strongest Brain to come off the stage.
"People here can't do mental arithmetic, and even written arithmetic struggles," he announced the results of the competition to the only female audience member present. "Our country's basic education is very solid."
Chi Leyou didn't expect that high school students could be so bad at math.
This round, she lost convincingly.
"I remember two-digit multiplication was a fourth-grade problem," she recalled. "Do you remember?"
Thinking of Chen Che attending a private school, the conversation suddenly changed: "The textbooks for public and private schools are the same, right?"
"Same." The topic opened up a crack in memory.
He studies in a private primary school.
At that time, Du Yuanshan was a popular young actress, and the paparazzi were very patient and followed her for three months.
Finally, on Shen Che’s birthday, paparazzi captured Du Yuanshan taking Shen Che to the amusement park.
The eldest young master sat on the carousel with a look of despair.
On a hot day, Du Yuanshan, wrapped up thicker than a rice dumpling, half-lying on the ground, holding a CCD camera in her hand, framing her handsome cub from the best angle: "Xiaoxi, give Mama a smile and say 'cheese~'"
The girl's favorite carousel made Shen Che dizzy. He half-smiled, "Bitter melon."
Du Yuanshan did not give up and urged her son to grin and say: "Whiskey~"
The eldest son straightened his lips and said, "Shaoxing rice wine."
“…”
He is a world-class contrarian.
The candid photos were not published in the end, and Shen Dahe personally led people to arrest the paparazzi.
This incident sounded a wake-up call for Du Yuanshan.
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The girl raised her voice: "You went to public elementary school."
Chen Che: "Well, after studying there for a week, I transferred to another school." I transferred to another aristocratic elementary school.
"Why?"
"I was blackmailed," he said, indignantly but reluctant to elaborate, blurring out the main message. "It wasn't a big deal, but my family was quite sensitive during that time."
A strange female classmate forced Shen Che to buy Ultraman Puka, causing him to lose ten yuan in pocket money.
After finally solving the paparazzi incident, her son was blackmailed by his classmates. Du Yuanshan's nerves were flared up. Eager to protect her son, she hurriedly arranged for Chen Che to transfer schools.
"Is the other party very bad? He even cheated children out of their money." When he was a child, he was too stupid to save face in front of girls. Now he has grown up and is no longer a soft persimmon.
He saw another pair of eyes through Chi Leyou's eyes.
Time and space shifted, and her clear eyes met mine, merging with the gaze of the little girl in my memory. She was tiny, like wood sorrel in the morning mist, lush and flourishing. As I got closer, I could see tiny rose-pink flowers dotted around her, like ticking trumpets.
The proud little trumpet put his hands on his hips and decided his preference without authorization: "Classmate, you must like running Terman!"
Chen Che’s story was not long, but Chi Leyou’s heart skipped a beat after hearing it, as if he was being scolded from a distance.
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Chi Leyou analyzed that transferring from a private school to an ordinary public primary school is a sign of a family's decline in financial circumstances.
As for being blackmailed.
It must have been the fault of Chen Che's gambling-addicted father. The creditor, unable to collect the money, was now harassing his son.
At a young age, he experienced a huge psychological gap from attending an aristocratic primary school to attending a vegetable market primary school.
Damn her! Chi Leyou wished she could put her clothes back on and slap herself to death for talking nonsense.
Chen Che hurriedly ended the topic. If he continued, the comic book would reach the final chapter.
His first readers will definitely read the plot where Du Yuanshan and Shen Dahe had a big fight and insisted on changing their son's name.
Realizing he was talking too much, Chen Che lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the girl who was enjoying the melon: "Aren't you in a hurry to leave?"
The badger that was jumping around in the melon field had to leave the scene regretfully.
A badger: "Then I'm leaving. Bye."
The girl jumped onto the scooter skillfully and flew away.
“…”
Leaving behind a person and a tree, disheveled in the wind.
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That night, Chen Che lay sprawled on the big bed.
The cotton-like touch made him fall into a dream.
The studio lights were dim, the tripod and various painting tools were hidden in the shadows, and the light from outside leaked into the studio.
"Take it off."
Someone's voice deepened.
The man sitting in the center had his legs together, like a human specimen, motionless.
A thin layer of sweat had already seeped out of his back muscles.
The person who said this had a bad attitude: "Don't want to do it anymore? Leave now. If you don't do it, someone else will do it."
A soft voice rang out: "Teacher, don't let him go. Such a good model is hard to find even with a lantern."
The rest of the sounds were like the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes on a summer night.
——"That's right, his deltoid muscles are very visually striking."
"His abdominal/external oblique muscles are perfect. I want to draw the contrast between light and dark in the muscles/groups. Model, can you twist it? Like this."
The man demonstrated, twisting it awkwardly, and from a distance, it looked like a weirdly shaped twisting stick.
A soft female voice came over again: "Your Achilles tendon is so long. Have you ever practiced hurdling?"
This voice sounds familiar.
The man in the dream had thick eyelashes trembling and his eyeballs rolling rapidly.
Suddenly opened my eyes.
I almost couldn't wake up in Inception, and when I woke up I was covered in cold sweats.
At this moment, it is still daytime in the country.
My childhood friend Sang Shi was jumping around in the group.
[Zombie: Lu Ziyu and I are irreconcilable!]
[Friend A: The film hasn't been edited yet?]
[Zombie: I was a murderer and arsonist in my previous life, and I want to be an editor in this life!]
Chen Che, who is far away in Maple Leaf Country, is halfway around the world, disciplining his childhood friend who is far away in Hong Kong.
[Chen Che: This is your TV station, OK?]
The port area was instantly shut down.
Sang, the young master disguised as an editor, made amends: First-hand information, guaranteed authenticity! Lu Ziyu is on a flight tonight, he's come to seek refuge with you!
When a celebrity encounters trouble in China, it is a basic practice for him to flee abroad to avoid the limelight.
Chen Che didn't care and replied to Sang Shi with a voice message: I'm not familiar with him.
Sang Shi's private messages came one after another.
[Zombie: I don't know if we're familiar, but I've been hanging out with you since I was wearing open-crotch pants.]
[Zombie: Alas, what does it mean to be a childhood friend? You and Lu Ziyu are the real ones.]
[Zombie: Brotherly love is not as good as childhood friendship.]
【Chen Che: If you keep bothering me, I’ll block you.】
Sang Shi lost his composure. A video came over: "Lu Ziyu took a gap year and a half. Now that he can't be a star anymore, he's going back to your sister school to continue his studies."
Sister schools?
An ID suddenly popped up in Shen Che's mind: Yoyolooping.
The Instagram user I haven’t met in person yet is studying at the university next door.
A good friend became Lu Zhanan's schoolmate, and Chen Che observed a minute of silence for his friend.
"Hey, why are your cheeks sunken and your brow dark?" Influenced by his family, Mr. Sang from the Hong Kong district believes in fortune-telling.
Chen Che touched his face and said that he was dreaming and didn't sleep well.
The head in the video leaned over like Sadako, and Sang Shi laughed wildly: "A spring dream?"
"roll."
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Chi Leyou returned to the dormitory, cleaned the donkey, and returned the scooter to Park Yejin.
"Feel free to use it." Park Ye-jin spoke a jumble of Chinese and English, occasionally interspersed with her native Korean accent, her head buried in the tablet. "I'm rushing to finish the next chapter. It's too late! Draw quickly!"
Chi Leyou said, "I've asked for you about your studio's lack of models."
After Park Ye-jin finished the line drawing and turned on the shake correction, the lines of the ghost painting instantly became smooth.
She then looked up. "I forgot to tell you, the studio's heating is broken. Maple Leaf Country is such a shabby place, the repairman is taking too long to come. Making someone sit there naked for hours? Isn't that torture?!"
"There's no heating... ah?" Chi Leyou looked out the window. The night wind was howling. It was minus 5 degrees Celsius. Could a model bear it?
Fortunately, Chen Che didn't come.
It is extremely incompetent to introduce a job to someone without asking about the situation clearly.
With a guilty heart, she thought of the VIP tickets that Chen Che had asked her to find out.
Chi Leyou sat up straight as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, opened his laptop, and rubbed his hands on the keyboard, leaving afterimages——
"Huang Niu Lao Chi" makes a grand appearance!
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