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After the outstanding graduates' representatives finished their speeches, Fanlan left the podium amid thunderous applause and prepared to return to the lounge at the back. Before he could walk down the stairs, a figure suddenly rushed up to him. It was a male insect in the front row. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hands and handed it to Fanlan with both hands.
His hands were shaking, probably because he was very nervous. Performing such an act that was detrimental to the "dignity" of a male insect in such a public place might have gone against his general principles of conduct.
Fanlan took the bouquet and placed it in the crook of his left arm. He looked at the male insect in front of him. The other party had long light blue hair and round, bright eyes. At the moment, his eyes were only staring at Fanlan's collar button, not daring to look up at him. There seemed to be a faint light of tears at the corners of his eyes.
"Irmin, thank you."
Fanlan said solemnly.
He opened his free right arm, bowed his head and asked, "Would you like to hug me?"
The response he received was a warm body crashing into his arms.
Irmin hugged him tightly. Fanlan stood on a step. The height difference made his face buried in Fanlan's chest. He felt his eyes getting hot again, and liquid was flowing out. He hugged Fanlan and said thank you, many times, in a confused manner, with the words in reverse order, although perhaps even he himself didn't know why he kept saying the word over and over again.
Fanlan patted his back soothingly, then let go of his hand and finally went to the lounge backstage.
Yiermin, who was still standing in the same place, felt a series of gazes behind his head that were so strong that they were like needles pricking him.
He lifted the hair by his ear and curled the corners of his mouth slightly. The male insect who seemed nervous and fragile just now had regained his composure when he turned around. He walked back to the first row of seats leisurely, stepping on the glaring gazes along the way. In his eyes, there was only the usual arrogance of a male insect and the arrogance of not taking other insects seriously.
——A bunch of idiots who can only stare blankly. No matter how you look at it, it’s not you that they are hugging.
He turned his head and met the gaze of Frost, who was also in the first row. The strong malice in the other's eyes seemed to be real. He looked away and did not provoke further.
It’s not that he is really afraid of Frost, but Frost is a brainless mad dog that is too troublesome. She will bite him at the slightest provocation. Even if he has no shame, Irmin still has it.
Since Fanlan had finished his speech, half of the auditorium quickly emptied.
Fanlan was fixing her hair in the lounge at the back.
He thought about Yiermin just now, and then thought about Lu Lingling, thought about Yulita, Sheriman, Heritas, and Tang Ben...
They are all very talented artists.
They made Fanlan feel the various colors of this world.
Male insects are the kind of guys who easily overlook their own talents.
Not only that, for male insects, "hard work" is not a compliment. If a male insect expresses his desire to work hard to do something and wants to make every effort to get something, he will most likely first feel embarrassed by this mentality and then cover up this idea. Even if he still does it, he will use his "effortless" talent as an excuse.
Because this society does not require male insects to work hard.
The female insects think so, and the male insects think so too.
Under the subtle influence of social rules, words like hard work, progress, and struggle have become synonymous with "shame" for male insects, a desperate measure they have to take when they are not charming enough and cannot marry a strong female insect.
The male insects in the Capital College clearly have such powerful talents.
But even they are often blind to their own talents.
For example, if you ask Frost if he loves painting, he will just sneer contemptuously and say what a stupid question you are asking.
For him, "painting" is just one of his hobbies that is high-end enough for decoration.
Even though he spent countless nights in his home studio, even though painting after getting drunk had become an instinct for him, even though he used paint to vent on all those restless, chaotic, and emotional nights, even though he would get angry and go crazy and smash his equipment to the ground when he couldn't paint.
Vanlan spent quite a bit of time with Fusi. Was it because she was happy to play with a male insect with a bad temper? Was it because she had too much energy to teach him morals?
Fanlan doesn't have that much free time.
But he had seen Frost's paintings.
It was depressing and intense, chaotic and orderly, gloomy and fanatical... like a painting burning with paint.
He liked Frost's work.
For this reason, Fanlan is willing to do his best to put a rein on Frost, so that he can do something that can be called a pull-back before the edge of the abyss and the end of complete loss of control.
Fanlan took off the ribbon knot, letting her long hair loose again, put on a school uniform jacket, then took the bouquet of flowers and quietly left the auditorium through the side door.
Outside the door, the sun was shining and the sky was clear.
In the distance, next to a relatively deserted tree pavilion, there was a cool hover car that was stuck at the upper limit of the campus traffic restriction regulations. Under the tree, there was a female insect leaning against the tree. She had red hair and was wearing a silver-white military uniform. The frame of her belt and military boots perfectly showed her legs that were too long and proportional. What attracted the insects most was that she seemed to be completely unconcerned about the various male insects that came and went around her. She never cast a glance at them, but just boredly held a hemp straw that looked like a cigarette in her mouth - this kind of grass is indeed one of the common raw materials in cigarette making.
As a result, the attention of the male insects passing by was unconsciously attracted to him.
After all, when one's appearance is truly superior to a certain extent, whether it is female or male, it will always attract other insects to take a few more glances.
In fact, there are many female insects in the Art Academy today. It is not surprising to see a female insect, because it is the graduation ceremony of many male insects. As long as there are female kings and maids or male insects with dates, they basically will not come to the school alone. There may even be more female insects walking on the campus than male insects. After all, most male insects cannot have only one companion or pursuer.
The female insects who can occupy a place beside the male insects in the Capital College Art Academy are definitely not ordinary people. Therefore, the Art Academy is not only a gathering place for high-quality male insects, but also a gathering place for high-quality female insects at times like this. Female insects without some wealth and titles cannot even step into the gate of the Art Academy. But even so, the red-haired female insect leaning against the tree still showed an overwhelming presence.
This is reflected in the fact that no female insect will look at him or choose to pass by him.
This phenomenon may have nothing to do with age or social status.
When it comes to a sense of crisis, female insects may be more like animals than male insects, with keen instincts. Especially the higher and more successful female insects are, the more they have the animal nature of seeking benefits and avoiding harm.
In essence, although they have entered civilized society for thousands of years, female insects still abide by the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.
Suddenly, the female insect that had been motionless raised her head and looked directly at Fanlan who appeared at the end of the road.
Fanlan walked slowly towards him.
“Happy graduation.”
Lester took the hemp stalk out of his mouth and handed a bouquet of flowers to Fanlan.
Fanlan took it, bent down to sniff it, and then threw it to Lester along with the bouquet of flowers in his arms.
"Did I say you don't have to come?"
Actually, this wasn't a big deal. Every one of Fanlan's friends had mentioned wanting to come and accompany her, but Fanlan politely declined every one of them. Firstly, it was unnecessary, and secondly, if she agreed to one, it would be awkward to disapprove of the others, which would be troublesome.
As for the reason for not letting Lester come, it was mainly because of reason one: Fanlan knew that Karenfa was at war recently.
"It's okay. The war ended early."
Lester said it lightly, but Fanlan looked up at his face. The female insect looked quite normal, and there was not even the red bloodshot around her eyelids as she would have in the past. It seemed to indicate that the war just happened to end. He took the usual jump transport back to the capital planet, but did not change into his military uniform because he was too lazy. Then he came to pick up Fanlan who was going to end the ceremony.
Vanlan did not expose him, but raised his hand and pressed the back of Lester's neck. The latter instinctively stiffened for a moment when his vital part was touched, and then relaxed.
"Let's go home." Fanlan said.
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