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I don't know who once said: When he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed for doing nothing.

Lin Zhicheng said that as an architectural scumbag, in addition to the subjects that everyone should learn, the sadness of failing all his professional courses, what Ostrovsky said above was a heavy blow to him .

How can a character who exists have no regrets about his college years?

Biting the penholder, he angrily looked at Zhuo Yi who was sketching beside him, expressing his injustice.How can the Creator concentrate all his talents on one person?At least it's good to divide him up a bit!

They spend a lot of time practicing sketching in a week, which is what they need to practice constantly in the lower grades.But sketching is also very challenging. Similarly, drawing from elementary school, his homework will never be as good as the results of the master in a few minutes, and his own paintings are much more beautiful than the master's.

This is why?

Their art teacher said that for them, beauty can no longer be the primary definition of sketching, but to quickly draw a picture in their hearts in a short period of time, and use sketches to capture fragments of thinking to guide the direction of thinking.

It seems that the only one who can have such a level in their freshman year is the great master next to him. This guy simply skipped a grade. It is really inferior to stay in the first year.No, it should be said that you can go to work directly, and someone will definitely want it.

On the lawn next to the lake in the Music Building, many students from the Department of Architecture and Design are practicing sketching with local materials. This is very common.

"Zhuo Yi, look quickly, the girl from the music department!!"

"Look at the one with the long hair and the one in the white dress, oh, I'll go, the girl from the music department is really beautiful!"

"It seems that it's almost time for dinner, what should we eat?"

……

And Lin Zhicheng's sketching routine is to chatter while drawing.

Zhuo Yi, who was at the side, closed the sketchbook with a snap, his voice was as cold as ice, which made people's hearts start to feel chills of despair.

"Don't forget to hand in 12 sketches in the afternoon."

After speaking, she got up gracefully, patted her pants, and left calmly.

Lin Zhicheng: "..."

Silently looking down at the sketches that he had only drawn three times, he couldn't help but think: Fuck, the male god's hand speed must be on!Sure enough, there is the MVP of the whole series, tsk.

I paint quickly while thinking about it, what to eat when I’m done, I’m done in the afternoon before I finish painting, and there are still gouache paintings o(╥﹏╥)o!

Suddenly, I felt that what Ostrovsky said was really only aimed at certain people!They are not suitable for ordinary people.

Many students have gradually left the music building.

And the conversations between some of them made Zhuo Yi pause.

"Zhao Hele's condition is very poor today, shouldn't this be his level?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm not feeling well."

"The teacher of the ensemble class left him behind..."

The voice of discussion gradually weakened, Zhuo Yi frowned slightly, and walked quickly into the music building with a book.

In the ensemble room—

"Sit down, the teacher didn't keep you here to talk about your performance today, but to tell you about the international master class."

Zhao Hele, whose head was muddy from the cold, was still in a daze, sniffing with difficulty, God knows the dual effect of nasal congestion and dizziness, his class all morning was messed up.

Now I am still left by the teacher to talk about the international master class...

I dont understand.

The teacher of the ensemble class saw that he was really uncomfortable, so he cut the long story short: "Your solo teacher and I are pushing you to enter the international master class, because in the past, you can only be recommended when you are in the second grade. However, in view of your Showing your already rich performance experience, all the teachers of professional courses agree with this decision. But the problem is that your chamber music ensemble teacher is relatively strict, and after our negotiation, he agrees that you will enter the international master class this semester. But the premise is that you get a comprehensive score of 95 or more in the learning recital held by the department every month. So in this month's learning recital, I hope you can perform a little better. That's all the teacher said , There should be other subject teachers who will talk to you later."

"..."

He just nodded bareheaded, anyway, he was confused, his head was already in a mess, and now the thought in his head was to sleep, and he made a complaint:

Why did Zhuo Yi infect him with the cold! ! ! !

He dragged his heavy steps out of the classroom with the piano case, and sighed as he walked, why he was so cruel to him, when he didn't get sick, why did he get sick at this time, two days later it was the chamber music ensemble of that devil professor! !

"Zhao Hele."

Um?Hallucinations?How could there be Zhuo Yi's voice?

Then take a closer look, ouch, isn't this the culprit?

I only felt a cool hand on my forehead, and suddenly felt a coolness in my burning head.

"You've started to have a fever." Zhuo Yi frowned and looked at the flushed face in front of him because of the fever: "Did you drink the medicine?"

Put on the thin coat on the person, and carry the piano case by the way.

The weather in early spring is still a bit cold.

Thinking of the sweetness of the granule, Zhao Hele could only feel nausea rising in his throat, and said with powerless disgust:

"Sweet, disgusting."

"If you don't drink the oral liquid when you feel unwell, and don't drink the granule now that it's serious, then you can only go to the hospital." Zhuo Yi said.

Zhao Hele shook his head: "I can take pills, without sugar coating."

"It doesn't work, doesn't it?" Zhuo Yi looked at the person who was as awkward as a child not taking the medicine: "Be obedient, if you don't want to go to the hospital, go back and drink the medicine later."

Hearing the man's deep and serious tone, he knew that he was concerned about himself, but he didn't want to eat anything sweet.

So he turned his face and whispered: "Zhuo Yi, I don't eat sweets, it will make me sick."

Looking at the pitiful appearance of the man, Zhuo Yi was still firm: "Aren't you very bold when drinking Huoxiang Zhengqi water?"

"I'm not afraid of bitterness, not to mention, it's just Huoxiangzhengqi water, brother." Zhao Hele couldn't say anything more, the headache was unbearable: "I want to go back to sleep, the headache is terrible."

With an ugly face, he turned and left.

The male god behind him felt the need to be tough, just like when he was sick.Even if you are not tough, you have to coax people to take the medicine.

Thinking that this guy doesn't eat sweets, I feel a little headache. Isn't it right to like sweets?

Those two were not there when they returned to the dormitory, and they probably ran out of the newly opened Internet cafe outside the school to patronize.Just right, there are no classes in the afternoon, so it's quiet and suitable for sleeping.

I put my coat on the back of the chair, sat down and took off my shoes, but just as I bent over to take off my shoes, I felt dizzy, so I shook my head and leaned on the back of the chair to sit for a while.

I haven't been sick for a long time, and I don't know what it feels like to be sick o(╥﹏╥)o

Now is a feeling, dizzy.

Suddenly feeling a hand holding his ankle, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Zhuo Yi was squatting in front of him.Looking down, I saw that pair of slender hands helping him take off his shoes, and he shrank back in fright.

The result was held back again.

Then he met the pair of eyes as deep as ink in a daze, and was stunned.

There seems to be a dense fog in those eyes that are as calm as water, but the inseparable color makes people want to push away, wanting to find out what kind of emotion is under those deep eyes.

This person seems to have drawn him into a trap invisibly, bit by bit...

Make him powerless to resist.

Zhuo Yi glanced at the dazed cute expression, lowered his head and took off his shoes: "I'll take the medicine later."

"what?"

The voice instantly brought him back to reality, and he couldn't hear what Zhuo Yi was saying clearly.

Zhuo Yi took off his shoes and asked them to put them on, got up and went to the bathroom, and went to get medicine for others after he came out.

He just watched the hot air rising from the cup filled with the sweet elixir, his face suddenly wrinkled showing distaste, the nausea that surged up from his stomach constantly, it would be better for him to drink it and pass out like this.

"Be obedient, drink it." Zhuo Yi handed the quilt to the man's lips in a tone that could not be refused.

"..." Zhao Hele pursed his lips, looking as if he would rather die than surrender.

"Do you know that you have a fever?" Zhuo Yi put the cup on the table, leaned on the side of the chair and looked at the people, and finally slowed down his expression like a compromise: "Drink it obediently, don't make me worry."

I have to be coaxed to take medicine, which is really worrying.

"I'll throw up later!"

Zhao and Le Guang smelled the sweet potion as if they had already imagined the feeling of nausea.

"Spit up and drink."

Zhuo Yi's tone this time was really irresistible.

Facing that stern gaze, he held his breath and drank the elixir in one gulp as if being tortured. The moment he felt discomfort in his stomach, he felt his chin being lifted up and kissed.

? !

The strong and domineering tongue occupies a dominant position in the soft mouth, and after feeling the tendency of the lower tongue to soften a bit, it begins to guide people.

Zhao Hele only felt that his head went blank for a moment, and he was already dizzy, but when he was kissed, he felt that his brain was short of oxygen, and he became even more dizzy.

Drowsy, as if floating on the sea, limbs relaxed, very comfortable and buoyant feeling, I have left behind the slight nausea of ​​sweetness just now, and involuntarily closed my eyes and plunged into it.

After Zhuo Yi let go of him, he found that he had already closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep. With a chuckle, he lowered his head and kissed him tenderly on his lips, but...

How do you put someone to bed?

……