Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Are you in love?
Pei Shuyu pulled Ji Yan past the various easels and arrived at the studio door. Pei Shuyu stuck his head out and couldn't see the color teacher around, so he grabbed Ji Yan's wrist and gently pulled her out.
Ji Yan was led to follow behind the girl, and noticed with her sharp eyes that there were a few spots of color on the side of Pei Shuyu's pants.
Like a painter, Ji Yan chuckled.
When they hurried to the small supermarket inside the art school, Pei Shuyu waved his hand and said generously, "Help yourself with whatever you want to eat. It's my treat."
After grabbing a few things she liked, Pei Shuyu turned around and saw Ji Yan standing there empty-handed. She raised her eyebrows, stuffed the things in her hands into Ji Yan's arms, and turned around to buy a few boxes of paint.
Ji Yan: "You brought me here?"
Pei Shuyu said as a matter of course: "There's still an hour left. It would be too boring to do nothing."
After paying, Pei Shuyu handed the bag of snacks to Ji Yan, while she herself held the boxes of paint she had bought. "It's a little unacceptable to sneak out during class to buy snacks, but you're different. You're the epitome of a good student, and the color teacher won't say anything to you."
It just so happened that she had run out of some paint in her paint box, so she bought some.
Buying art supplies during class time is permitted.
Ji Yan pursed her lips.
When I returned to the studio, the color teacher had not come back yet.
There was a quarrel in the studio.
Qi Ying's face flushed with anger. She pointed at Wang Long, who was in the same row with her and said, "You haven't changed a bucket of water for a week, and you still use this stinky water to splash people. Are you crazy?"
Wang Long retorted unyieldingly, "I told you I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to do it. You're not going to stop playing around, are you? It's none of your business whether I change the water or not."
There were dozens of dark spots scattered on Qi Ying's pants and clothes, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell that was hard to describe.
Pei Shuyu pulled Ji Yan behind him and listened to the people around them talking as they pieced together what had happened.
When Qi Ying was painting, a few drops of water suddenly splashed on his face. This was inevitable when painting. Qi Ying didn't care at first, but he smelled a strange smell of decay. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Long grabbing a paintbrush and swinging it hard at the person opposite him.
I immediately understood the source of the water.
He saw the gray-black water in Wang Long's painting bucket, as if someone had stuffed a few flies in it, and his anger instantly became uncontrollable.
But Wang Long didn't think he was wrong, and the two of them started arguing.
Qi Ying was so angry that he laughed: "You splashed it on me and you still think you're right? It's so hot now, and you're holding on to that water as if it were a family heirloom."
Some innocent people who were splashed saw the color of the water and said with a frown: "I was wondering why it smelled so bad. I give up. I hope I'm not allergic to it."
"It's really possible. How can there be such a person? He's so dirty."
"Look at his feet, there's all sorts of garbage. I'm speechless. I hope he attracts a bunch of bugs."
There were a few drops of ink on the lid of Pei Shuyu's paint box, probably from when Wang Long threw his brush.
Being surrounded by a group of people, Wang Long's face turned pale.
Pei Shuyu rarely dislikes anyone, and Wang Long in the studio is one of them.
She herself has a mild obsession with mysophobia.
Pei Shuyu held Qi Ying's shoulders and handed her the wet tissue that Ji Yan had just given her: "Wipe it off."
Seeing that it was Pei Shuyu, Qi Ying's anger subsided a little: "He seems to have a problem with his brain. I'll ask the teacher to change seats later. It's unlucky to be in the same row with him."
Wang Long: "You think I'm on the same level as you? I hang out with Pei Shuyu every day, but I don't see you painting very well."
Qi Ying went up and wanted to punch him twice, but was stopped by Pei Shuyu.
Pei Shuyu glanced at Wang Long's easel. The paper on it was only painted with a few strokes. The mobile phone stuck on the small iron box was playing the game screen.
"You haven't even painted a few pictures, and you're already criticizing others?" Pei Shuyu was afraid that Qi Ying would get angry, so she gestured to Ji Yan to take Qi Ying to the back and took a step back. "Do you have the right to say such things?"
Pei Shuyu's smile didn't fade, and her eyebrows were raised even higher. She was rarely so aggressive. "I'll mop up the dirty water you brought to my side later. Don't dirty my land."
Being criticized by a group of people, the paintbrushes in Wang Long's hands were squeezed and creaked, his cheeks trembled slightly, and a breath rolled out of his throat.
He suddenly raised his hand and threw it forward, and several paintbrushes flew past. Pei Shuyu was prepared, but the dirty water stuck in the brush hairs and a liner pen still splashed on her.
A long water mark was left on the light-colored shirt.
"You are sick."
"What are you throwing?"
"The new clothes I just bought are now stinky. It's like a god."
“…”
The man who had been playing with Wang Long before saw that something was wrong and sat down in silence, fearing that someone would notice him.
Seeing that most people's attention was on Wang Long, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky that he had escaped. But before he could finish his breath, he was choked by a gaze that sent chills down his spine.
The qi is neither up nor down.
He glanced over carefully and met Ji Yan's gaze.
Her indifferent eyes stared at him without any emotion.
He couldn't help but shudder.
If I remember correctly, this person is Ji Yan, who has a very good relationship with Pei Shuyu. He is often heard talking about this by teachers of various subjects, even the art class is not immune.
As a result, Ji Yan was very famous in the second year of high school. After all, she had good grades and was pretty. With the reputation of being a good student and the teacher's favorite, it was hard not to know her.
But when I occasionally see him in the studio or hear other people talk about him, the impression I have most is that although he is difficult to approach, he will answer any questions you ask him.
Don't put on airs.
The first time he looked into Ji Yan's eyes, he was shocked by those eyes.
He shrank his body to further reduce his presence, and when he looked over again, Ji Yan's gaze had already shifted to someone else.
Ji Yan held onto the hem of Pei Shuyu's clothes to prevent her skin from touching the fabric stained with dirty water.
Pei Shuyu held Ji Yan's hand and shook her head silently.
"What are you doing?"
Here it comes.
Pei Shuyu stepped aside to make way.
She noticed the late color teacher before Wang Long threw his paintbrush, but she did not remind Wang Long and watched him throw the brush at her angrily.
Sometimes, a simple quarrel cannot solve the problem. Even if the color teacher hears them arguing, he will only regard it as a small conflict between students. He will appease both sides with a few words, smooth things over, and let the matter go.
But Pei Shuyu didn't want this matter to end so easily.
As Qi Ying said, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Who can stand sitting around someone who throws garbage around casually and keeps a bucket of water that is about to ferment for several days?
If someone starts fighting, it will be difficult for the teacher to turn a blind eye.
Of course, the only difference from what she thought was that she thought she could avoid those pens.
When he turned sideways, he caught a glimpse of the girl beside him. Ji Yan's fingers were touching her waist, and Pei Shuyu's raised lips fell silently.
But she couldn't let Ji Yan discover her evil thoughts.
The color teacher strode over and learned the whole story amid the chatter. He said coldly, "Mop the floor. And you, clean up your garbage and open the window to get rid of the smell."
"You've only been drawing this for the whole morning, and you've been playing with your phone all day. If you don't want to learn, switch back to your academic studies and stop disturbing others."
Wang Long was scolded so much that he was speechless.
When he turned to Pei Shuyu, his tone was obviously much better: "Let's go to the sink and take a quick shower first, then go back and change clothes after class."
Pei Shuyu said smoothly: "Okay, teacher."
The color teacher did not mention the matter of changing seats. Pei Shuyu was about to speak, but someone spoke first.
Ji Yan said, "Teacher, could you please switch seats? A conflict has already arisen, and they don't like each other. They're so close now, they see each other all the time. They might lose control of their emotions and start arguing again."
The color teacher frowned and looked around. Qi Ying and Wang Long were in the same row, while their row was back to back with Pei Shuyu's.
Adolescent students are inevitably hot-tempered and are indeed prone to quarrels.
But changing seats is rather troublesome, especially in a place like a studio where there are easels and drawing boards everywhere.
At this moment, the person who was playing with Wang Long raised his hand and said, "Teacher, if I move over here, I can make some space. Otherwise, let Wang Long come to my side."
This way, only Wang Long and he would be needed to do it.
The color teacher nodded and said, "Okay, change before class this afternoon. Okay, everyone else, hurry up and draw. When you're done, write your name and hand it in."
Wang Long sat down angrily and sent a message to the person opposite him.
The man didn't say a few perfunctory words.
Just after Ji Yan finished speaking, he glanced at him and the empty seat next to him intentionally or unintentionally, back and forth several times, and his meaning was obvious.
For some reason, the oppressive feeling Ji Yan gave him was too strong, and he said those words as if possessed by a ghost.
He came to his senses only when the noise died down and only the sound of the pen hitting the paint bucket remained.
By the sink, Pei Shuyu squeezed hand sanitizer onto her clothes, pouting, her previous aura completely gone: "Ji Yan, I'm not clean anymore."
Ji Yan rubbed the spot where the paintbrush hit her: "Come closer."
Pei Shuyu: "Oh."
Half of her clothes were wet, sticking to her skin, but compared to the dirty water that had been settling there for a few days, Pei Shuyu preferred it this way.
Ji Yan put the coat on Pei Shuyu's shoulders and said, "Put it on."
Pei Shuyu was unwilling: "It's so hot."
Ji Yan repeated: "Put it on."
Pei Shuyu: "...Oh."
There was a faint scent of laundry detergent on the coat. Pei Shuyu lifted her sleeves and it smelled very nice.
Seeing that Ji Yan was in a bad mood, Pei Shuyu sighed secretly, smiled, and gently pinched Ji Yan's cheek: "What's wrong, Yanyan."
Pei Shuyu uttered an uncomfortably intimate name.
I don’t know how old it was since Pei Shuyu started to call her that.
Ji Yan was in a daze for a moment, but she couldn't bear to say anything harsh to this person: "It's okay."
Pei Shuyu: "Really?"
Ji Yan: “Yeah.”
"Then why don't you smile?" Pei Shuyu lifted the corner of Ji Yan's lips manually, "That's right."
After she finished speaking, afraid that Ji Yan would scold her again, she quickly put it down and threw herself into Ji Yan's arms, hugged her waist, and pretended to be pitiful: "It's a good thing you are here."
Ji Yan's body stiffened. After a moment, she stroked Pei Shuyu's head, tilted her head slightly, and used her knuckles to press the person down on the shoulders with restraint.
Qi Ying cleaned up his own territory and came to find Pei Shuyu. Turning the corner, without the obstruction of the building, the embracing figures by the pool came into view.
She held her breath and stopped.
Pei Shuyu discovered her.
People who were hugging each other separated.
Qi Ying walked over with gritted teeth: "Pei Shuyu."
Pei Shuyu waved her hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm going to the bathroom."
For a moment, only Qi Ying and Ji Yan were left here.
The atmosphere was a little subtle. For the first time, Qi Ying felt that being alone with Ji Yan was awkward.
Especially the scene she just broke into.
But the air became even more tense when she didn't speak. She swallowed and greeted Ji Yan: "Ji Yan, has your class decided when the final exam will be?"
What kind of questions did she ask? Qi Ying cried in his heart.
Ji Yan: "Not yet." After a pause, she said, "Student Qi, do you want to ask something?"
"You and Pei Shuyu are in early..." Qi Ying bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed the word "early love", "Are you in love?"
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