You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

The mid-term exam came as scheduled. After the exam, the proprietress managed to recall everyone from each exam room and said a few words. As soon as the door of the classroom was opened, all the students let go like huskies coming out of the cage.

Ling Yifeng tried several times, but failed to get up from the back door. In the end, Qi Zhongshan got up first and blocked the flow of people in front of him, so that he successfully pulled out the chair.

When Ling Yifeng got up, he still almost bumped into his arms, and quickly took a step back subconsciously, almost hitting the corner of the table again, and was quickly pulled back by Qi Zhongshan's sharp eyes.

Hands on his shoulders.

Kind of like hugging.

Ling Yifeng took a deep breath, stabilized his figure, and opened the distance again: "Let's go."

In the end, he decided to ask Qi Zhongshan to be the model for the colored lead painting. He didn't know what it was because of his psychology.

Maybe it's because even though he realized that he really had feelings for Qi Zhongshan, he still didn't think about being with Qi Zhongshan.

There is no reason, if you haven't thought about it, you just haven't thought about it. Probably in his subconscious, the word "everlasting" does not exist.

He used to trust the relationship between Qi Ming and Ling Yichen so much, but what happened.

"Going to the studio?" Qi Zhongshan helped him carry the bag and asked him to put on the scarf and mask first, "Shall I prepare anything?"

"Man," Ling Yifeng put on the mask, temporarily wrapped the scarf around his hands, and turned to look at him from the side, "you still have face. Can you pet cats?"

"Not very good," Qi Zhongshan confessed honestly, "I don't have any experience in dealing with small animals."

"It's okay, that cat is familiar, you hang out with him for a while when you go later," Ling Yifeng took his schoolbag, "Be casual, and I will follow behind to find some inspiration."

"Am I just sitting there?" Qi Zhongshan asked, "A mannequin?"

"Brother, be careful with your words. Mannequins generally refer to nude|models." Ling Yifeng choked on him unexpectedly, coughing until his shoulders trembled, "Do you want to challenge yourself?"

"Ah, I didn't understand." Qi Zhongshan laughed, and patted Shunqi gently with his hands behind him, "Okay, I get it, why are you so excited."

Ling Yifeng's eyes fell on Qi Zhongshan.

Most of the mannequins are uncles and aunts who earn money from coolies. Their bodies are very distinctive and easy to draw, but if they draw too much, they will feel boring. If there is a boy like Qi Zhongshan whose muscles are evenly distributed like a textbook... ...Most people should be able to see it.

There is no ambiguous meaning in this kind of bright eyes. After all, when the painter draws the human body, his mind is full of spatial perspective anatomy. Pulling Ling Yichen as a special model, it can be as short as ten minutes or as long as an afternoon, calm as if he was sexually indifferent.

That being said...

But after all, Ling Yichen and Qi Ming have done everything they can do, hormones will not have nowhere to vent, and drawing a picture is just a matter of mood. For him, let Qi Zhongshan be a mannequin...

Excitement, old man.

Ling Yifeng realized that he couldn't stop coughing if he kept thinking like this, so he tried hard to drive the messy thoughts out of his mind, held his breath, and stepped out of the back door of the classroom first.

"Give me the schoolbag." Ling Yifeng stretched out his hand, without looking back.

Qi Zhongshan helped him carry the bag directly on his back.

He obviously didn't touch the skin, but Ling Yifeng could still clearly feel a tremor from his arms to his shoulders following the movement of Qi Zhongshan's fingertips.

Qi Zhongshan is poisonous.

"Is it cold?" Qi Zhongshan turned his head slightly, and his breath just happened to be sprayed on Ling Yifeng's ears, "See you shivering?"

"No," Ling Yifeng lowered his head and rubbed his arms, "Static electricity."

"Did I touch it?" Qi Zhongshan blinked in confusion, "Why didn't I feel it?"

"Did Pikachu electrify me with a hundred thousand volts?" Ling Yifeng glanced at him, "I didn't discharge the electricity."

Ling Yifeng originally thought that this person was going to break the positive and negative charges with him, and was just thinking about how to get back, but Qi Zhongshan smiled behind him: "Even if I discharge it, how do I know that I can call?"

"Why didn't you use the language skills in your words?" Ling Yifeng took a deep breath, couldn't bear it anymore, wrapped the scarf around Qi Zhongshan's neck, and sealed his mouth, "Fuck me with a man Idle, really idle for you."

Qi Zhongshan smiled for a long time while adjusting the scarf.

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It was already evening when the two of them arrived at the studio after eating. An orange table lamp was turned on in one corner of the studio, making everything around them look warm and cozy, as if it was covered with soft fluff, which could instantly wipe away fatigue and make people feel warm. People become more comfortable.

Duan Yu was leaning on the small sofa arranged as the background, scratching the cat's chin every now and then, but Qi Ming was not here, and he didn't know if he had gone out for something or returned home.

Butter sat on Duan Yu's lap, and after being scratched carelessly for a while, he suddenly stretched out a paw in dissatisfaction, and slapped him on the nose mercilessly.

"I'm so used to you," Duan Yu pinched Butter's paw, "Is it not comfortable enough to serve the master? You still hit me."

Butter glanced at him and meowed proudly.

"Brother Duan," Ling Yifeng asked Qi Chongshan to put on shoe covers, and came in by himself, "This is my boy, Qi Chongshan."

Qi Zhongshan followed behind and greeted: "Hi Brother Duan."

"I recognized it, the painting is pretty good, very vivid," Duan Yu got up, put the butter on the sofa, and patted Qi Zhongshan on the shoulder, "I think it would be better if you didn't wear clothes."

Qi Zhongshan looked at Ling Yifeng in a daze.

"Don't pay attention to him." Ling Yifeng gave Duan Yu a blank look, "The painter is pretending, which means that he has a very good grasp of the human body, and you can tell at a glance that you have a beautiful figure and bones."

"Jealous?" Duan Yu also rolled his eyes at him, "I don't want to rob you of your boyfriend, don't worry."

"...Not my boyfriend!" Ling Yifeng glanced at Qi Chongshan quickly, "He's a straight guy."

"Okay, I don't care, as long as you are happy," Duan Yu shrugged, picked up the cat, stuffed it into Ling Yifeng's arms, and said to Qi Zhongshan, "Let me introduce you, the treasure of the studio's town house—— Little eunuch, orange cat butter. Smooth hair, very good. The cat teaser is on the coffee table next to the sofa, and the key is in the coffee table drawer. I won’t bother you two. Let’s go first. Remember to lock the door when you leave. The cat sleeps here, no problem."

"Let's go," Ling Yifeng pretended to be impatient to cover up his guilty conscience, "Let's go slowly."

After Duan Yu closed the door, the two fell into the embarrassment of looking at each other.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel [Gentlemen's friendship is as light as water] for the nutrient solution × 1~

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