Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The Hand on the Back of the Neck
Pei Shuyu passed by the studio window and knew something was wrong when she saw the head teacher wandering around inside.
She stuffed her cell phone into her school uniform pocket, glanced at the bunch of snacks in her hand, and threw them onto the windowsill without changing her expression. She took out the old man's head rubber that she kept in her trouser pocket at all times and walked inside.
"Pei Shuyu, where have you been? It's been a while since class started, and you're still wandering around outside?"
As expected, I was criticized by the head teacher.
Pei Shuyu took out the eraser she had prepared and turned it around in her palm, only to find that one of its corners had become soft due to being rubbed and was drooping.
She quickly changed direction and stretched forward attentively: "Sister Ban, I'm going to buy an eraser."
The head teacher, Li Ran, was only a few years older than them. She had a very good relationship with the students and got along well with them. Everyone in the class called her "class sister."
But Li Ran is extremely strict when he needs to be strict. Pei Shuyu and her classmates are in the art class, and the studio is not far from the school. It only takes a few minutes to get there by riding a small electric bike.
In the past, the art class teacher rarely came here, and it was considered good if he came once a week. But the class teacher was different. On art day, she would come twice a day without fail.
The class teacher glanced at her spread-out eraser, raised her chin meaningfully and nodded at the windowsill outside the studio. She tilted her head and said meaningfully, "Buy it during recess next time. Isn't twenty minutes enough to buy something?"
Pei Shuyu replied with a smile: "I understand, Sister Ban."
About thirty people were crammed into the studio, the floor covered in a mixture of black charcoal dust and vibrant colors. Pei Shuyu's position was at the very back of the studio, a prime location for feng shui.
As soon as she sat down, someone stabbed her in the back.
Pei Shuyu turned around.
Qi Ying threw a bag of white paint at her: "I borrowed it from you yesterday." She glanced at the back of the class sister as she left, winking, "What happened? Were you bumped into? Did the class sister see the things?"
Pei Shuyu shrugged indifferently, picked up the masking tape from the table in front of the easel, stood up and took a piece of drawing paper from the drawing bag.
On the other side of the drawing paper is a sketch drawn not long ago. Turn it over or just stick it on and it becomes a gouache paper.
One piece of paper can be used for two purposes. After finishing the sketch, you can use gouache. The paint will cover the original sketch anyway. It is economical and convenient.
Pei Shuyu coughed dryly. "As long as it's not too blatant, even if the class teacher sees it, she won't say anything. Pour me some water. I was so busy buying food that I forgot this is a watercolor class and didn't get any water in advance."
There were several white pen barrels upside down in the small bucket, and the bottoms were wet with water that had not been drained out from the last time the pens were washed.
He poured some water from Qi Ying and shared some from the people around him. It was almost one-third full in the bucket, which was enough.
Pei Shuyu placed the bucket at her feet, picked up a pen, dipped it in some paint and began to outline the shape.
After outlining the shape, she half-lifted the palette paper, changed the paintbrush, tapped it on the edge of the bucket, and fiddled with the sponge a few times to absorb excess water.
Then he waved his hand and pushed and pulled to add colors according to the distance of the space.
If you draw more, it will form muscle memory.
After laying out the two pieces of cloth and the background color, Pei Shuyu remembered that the snacks were still outside. While the gouache teacher was teaching people in another row, she crouched down and walked out of the studio, picked up the bag of snacks and went back in.
In the spirit of sharing, she opened a box of chewing gum and distributed it to the people around her.
Qi Ying took it with his backhand, and looked at the gouache teacher who was sitting in the middle of the front row, turning on the projector and connecting it to his mobile phone to prepare for a sample painting, and dragged the folding chair back.
After moving to Pei Shuyu's side, she peeled off the gum shell and put it into her mouth: "Let's do a sample painting."
Pei Shuyu hummed once, turned around, stretched out her long legs, hooked them around the lower rail of Qi Ying's easel, crossed her legs, and rested her arms on the back of the folding chair. "That's great, I can slack off again."
Pei Shuyu is extremely talented in painting. While others are still using basic black, white and gray, she can already skillfully draw a complete still life picture.
On the big screen, the gouache teacher has finished outlining the basic shape and is now explaining the subsequent color adjustment and spatial relationship comparison.
Pei Shuyu looked straight ahead, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped the beat lightly with the rhythm in his headphones.
The soothing music temporarily relieved her slightly irritable heart.
He glanced at the empty seat on his left, and the pent-up annoyance in his heart grew deeper.
After the model painting, it is time for them to paint freely.
During the copying stage, they are accustomed to tearing the picture they need to copy from the book and clipping it to the side of the drawing board with a large clip for easy viewing.
Pei Shuyu had never torn a book like this before. Compared to tearing a book until only the cover and a few inner pages were left, she preferred to keep it neat and tidy.
As time passed, a quarter of an hour before the bell rang, Pei Shuyu threw the paintbrush back into the small bucket and retreated with the folding chair.
The backs of the chairs touched each other, and Qi Ying sensed movement behind him and turned his head.
As expected, Pei Shuyu had finished the painting.
Most people in the studio were still at the stage of laying gray.
Qi Ying couldn't help but smack his lips. "No wonder the teacher said that a fast gouache artist can finish a painting in 40 to 50 minutes, while a slow artist might not be able to finish it in three hours. You're really too fast."
Pei Shuyu stretched lazily: "I finished painting early, so I don't have to compete with others to wash the brush."
Qi Ying nodded slightly: "That's true." She thought of something and asked curiously, "That's not right, why hasn't Ji Yan come to see you yet?"
Yuelan High School adopts a single-week rest model. The cultural class will take exams or study on Saturday until the end of the second class in the afternoon, while the art class will paint until the end of the second class in the afternoon.
But there are always exceptions.
Qi Ying looked at the empty seat to Pei Shuyu's left. Usually on Saturdays when there were no exams, this seat would be occupied. But today, why was it so quiet and there was no trace of anyone?
She couldn't help but wonder: "I haven't heard that there are exams scheduled this week."
"Crash."
Pei Shuyu grabbed a few paintbrushes, and the sound of the brushes colliding and stirring the water was not obvious among the sounds of the brushes hitting the edge of the bucket and splashing water.
She picked up the bucket, and the brown-gray water droplets that splashed on her joints rolled back into the bucket. "Maybe it's something else. They have a lot of homework for the general studies students."
Before Qi Ying could say anything else, Pei Shuyu had already picked up the bucket, waved goodbye, and left the studio without a trace of cloud.
By the pool, Pei Shuyu rolled up his sleeves, lowered his brows, his heroic features were calm, the shadow of the background could not be seen clearly, and at this moment he was tugging at the paintbrush randomly.
The colors soaked in the brush hair spread out and meander along the water flow into several gorgeous hues.
After washing her hands carefully with hand soap, Pei Shuyu took out hand cream from her pocket and applied it while looking at the square screen placed on the edge of the sink.
The most recent news above is still three hours ago.
During these three hours, Ji Yan didn't send her a single message.
Maybe there was something going on, or maybe it was an impromptu test.
Just because the second-year group didn’t have an exam doesn’t mean Ji Yan’s teacher didn’t arrange a separate quiz.
Pei Shuyu sighed softly, put the phone back into his pocket, picked up a pool of clear water, and went straight back to Studio No. 5.
The gouache painting that belonged to her disappeared without a trace on the drawing board.
Pei Shuyu glanced at the blackboard in front of her as if she was not surprised. Her painting was at the very top.
She leaned back into the folding chair and fumbled for her phone like a thief: "Teacher, come and talk to me."
The art class does not strictly control mobile phones, probably because they consider that students may need to use their phones to search for tutorials or compare and copy for learning.
But on the surface, we still need to correct our attitude.
Qi Ying tutted twice and said as he painted, "With Ji Yan not coming, you've even given up on eating snacks?"
Pei Shuyu had already opened the chat box and was about to send a message when her fingertips hovered over the virtual keyboard. Her bright and flamboyant features suppressed a smile as she said something insincerely, "Just asking if the school has any last-minute arrangements. We'll be on holiday after two classes this afternoon, so we need to prepare in advance."
As he spoke, a line of text appeared neatly on the chat interface.
Pei Shuyu: [Are you taking an exam?]
Calculating the time, it’s time to wrap up at this point.
Qi Ying was finishing the scene: "But you two have a really good relationship. You're in the art class, and she's in the cultural class. She's willing to come to both of them to accompany you, and she doesn't mind the studio being dirty."
Pei Shuyu: "Are you envious?"
After waiting for two minutes, the phone interface remained motionless, and the lonely message looked particularly lonely.
Pei Shuyu simply gave up, pulled out new drawing paper and pasted it on the chair, his back naturally pressed against the backrest: "I'm going back to school at noon, is there anything I need to bring?"
Qi Ying said: "No, are you going to find Ji Yan?"
Pei Shuyu crossed her legs and waited for the get out of class to end: "I forgot to bring my charger, I need to go back to the dormitory."
"Okay." With a minute or two left, Qi Ying had nothing to do, so he started talking more. "How can the gap between people be so huge? What's wrong with Ji Yan's brain? I racked my brains on that lousy math, but I couldn't get even a fraction of her score."
Pei Shuyu felt provoked and touched her nose in frustration: "...Not really." She sat up straight, not noticing the momentary commotion in the studio, and muttered to herself, "Actually, I'd also like to know..."
"Hmm?" A cool hand unexpectedly touched the back of her neck, interrupting her unfinished words.
Half of Pei Shuyu's body was covered by a light shadow.
She subconsciously tried to turn her head, but the hand holding the back of her neck held her still, preventing her from moving.
"What do you want to know?" The same light voice came closer to her ears from afar, gently soothing her mood.
The bell rang at this moment.
Pei Shuyu helplessly called the name of the person beside her: "Ji Yan, stop making trouble."
After pulling down Ji Yan's hand and allowing her neck to move normally, she naturally raised her head, and her brown-black pupils revealed her human appearance.
Pei Shuyu pulled out the chair: "Are you taking the exam?"
Ji Yan sat in the empty seat to Pei Shuyu's left. Her clear temperament and clean and tidy school uniform stood out among the pigments and charcoal gray.
She nodded and said, "I had a math test." Her eyes swept across the familiar chat interface on Pei Shuyu's phone, and her voice softened. "My phone ran out of battery, so I didn't have time to message you."
Pei Shuyu was about to say "It's okay" when Qi Ying, who was packing up to eat, took advantage of the opportunity and jumped over. "Ji Yan, if you don't come, someone will lose their appetite. You didn't see how restless she was all morning."
Pei Shuyu kicked her folding chair: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qi Ying held her shoulders, moved closer, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Really?"
After saying this, fearing that Pei Shuyu would hit her again, she quickly passed through the stacked easels, ran to the door, and gestured: "It's time to eat, my precious girl."
Pei Shuyu cursed with a smile, turned around, and unexpectedly met Ji Yan's inquiring gaze.
She blinked, turned her head away with an inexplicable sense of guilt, and defended herself: "Don't listen to Qi Ying's nonsense, I'm not like that."
"Well," Ji Yan gently grasped Pei Shuyu's shoulders, and her slender, crystal-clear finger tapped on Qi Ying's earlobe, which she had just leaned close to. As they leaned in, her warm breath flowed over, and her gentle tone flowed in, "It could be."
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Bring a pre-collection [shy] next book "My Enemy is Cheating Me Again Today"
At that time, Su hated Ji Ran the most in his life.
During the sect competition, she was knocked off the stage by Ji Ran, becoming a laughing stock and losing face.
While out training, the high-level spirit beast she had finally defeated was killed by Ji Ran with a single sword strike, who then took it for himself...
All these things made Shi Su feel so angry that his teeth were itching.
She and Ji Ran are as hostile as water and fire, but the sisters around them are very enthusiastic about it, talking about how the two love and hate each other.
Shi Su sneered: "Love and hate each other? She deserves it."
"Even if she died in front of me, I wouldn't even look at her."
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Later, Ji Ran failed to survive the tribulation, his spiritual veins were severed, and he became a cripple.
It was midnight, wind and rain were falling, and Shi Su looked at the woman knocking on her door indifferently: "Why? Even the proud daughter of heaven would come to see me?"
Ji Ran's face turned pale: "Shi Su, help me."
Shi Su spat: "Why?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ran fell in front of her and turned into a little squirrel.
Shi Su: “…”
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What should you do if your mortal enemy turns out to be your favorite animal?
Shi Su couldn't help petting the little squirrel while looking for a solution with disgust.
It was furry and warm, unlike Ji Ran's mouth, which was eight hundred degrees below zero and stung the heart.
After trying countless methods without success, Shi Su collapsed.
She looked at the little squirrel that couldn't transform: "How about...you just stay like this, it's quite cute."
Ji Ran: "You'll support me?"
It's just a little squirrel, it's not like he can't afford to raise it, so Shi Su agreed: "I will raise you for the rest of your life, and I will never leave you."
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Until one accident, Shi Su accidentally saw Ji Ran splitting the mountain with one sword and flying in the air without any sign of his spiritual veins being broken.
She just found out that the so-called failure to survive the tribulation and the complete loss of spiritual power were all acts.
Shi Su laughed angrily.
She really had taken a love drug and believed Ji Ran's lies.
Ji Ran, who was exposed, said: "You said you would support me for the rest of my life."
Shi Su sneered: "You've been eating and drinking for free for so long, and you still have the nerve to ask me to support you? Pay me back!"
Ji Ran looked at her, sighed, and turned back into a little squirrel, snuggling into her arms: "How about this?"
Shi Su: "...pay back less."
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