Male Supporting Strategy [Quick Transmigration]

Huaguo Art Center, another contest for emerging painters four years later, this building is no different from four years ago. The transparent glass wraps a tower-shaped building with a spire, and the topmost one is decorated with folded hands and palms. The paintbrush is still spotless, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

Lin Zhiwen was dressed in a suit and had a plastic hangtag of a special reporter on his body. Looking at the brief introduction of the judges scrolling on the projection board on the outer wall of the art center, he was fascinated.

On the projection board, a man with a cool temperament was wearing a white shirt hanging loosely on his slender body, his hair was left on his neck, one side was pinned behind his ear, and his round eyes were stuck on the bridge of his nose, covering his eyes that were different from his own temperament. Charming eyes.

As if aware of someone watching, that person squinted with eyes that were looking straight ahead, as indifferently as if he was watching an ant crawling past.

It's just such a photo taken with magic, but Lin Zhiwen seemed to see a precious treasure, and couldn't look away for a long time.

After a long time, it wasn't until his partner patted him on the shoulder that Lin Zhiwen came back to his senses and walked into the art center with his partner.

The accident in the last year of National Seven made Lin Zhiwen's future completely different. At the beginning of his graduation, due to the poor reputation among his classmates, he couldn't find a high-quality job at all. The offer letter he got didn't match his resume. People who graduated from third-rate magic schools are not as good as those who graduated from regular training.

As time passed year by year, Zhao Bai found it more and more difficult to find a job when his classmates from the seventh and first grades of the year were firmly established in their jobs. Often when he finally got an opportunity, former classmates who were in the same company or institution would say goodbye to him. He was dissatisfied with his entry, and the people in charge wouldn't bring him in to ruin employee relations when someone else was available.

This opportunity was bought by Lin Zhiwen on the condition that he was willing to take half of his salary.

He was willing to lower his status in the press because one of the four judges in the Emerging Artists Contest was Zhao Bai.

In the main competition hall, the contestants had already sat down in front of their seats, and the audience and reporters from various companies filled up the audience seats on the second and third floors, counting the seconds and waiting for the announcement of the result of the competition.

Lin Zhiwen saw Zhao Bai in the center of the round platform at a glance, wearing exactly the same clothes as the projection board outside. After four years, Zhao Bai's face faded from the greenness of his school days and became sharp, but the outline was not rough. The eyes hidden behind the flat mirror, compared to before, seemed to be inlaid with a pair of ice beads, so cold that there was no human warmth.

Listening to the host mobilizing the emotions of the audience to the extreme, the male audience who obviously had a student temperament around him gasped nervously. After reading the last word in the host's script, when the competition hall quieted down, Zhao Bai was like a cool breeze passing by. The sound resounded throughout the competition hall, soothing everyone's nervous mood.

Only Lin Zhiwen wanted to pick it out of his throat, he felt that his breathing was stagnant, everything around him became quiet, and only the voice of Zhao Bai reading the scene from the script could be heard in his ears.

The obsession and love in his eyes were so thick that they were about to freeze into a ball, Lin Zhiwen's gaze was stuck on Zhao Bai's body and he couldn't tear it away.

He watched Zhao Bai finish reading the manuscript, then turned his head to look at Ning Zhi who was sitting next to him, the moment their eyes met, the ice in Zhao Bai's eyes melted into a pool of soft water.

Jealousy filled Lin Zhiwen's heart, and in an instant he returned to the day when the three of them confronted each other in the library. There is no way to stand beside Zhao Bai and show off his power at him.

Halfway through the incantation, Lin Zhiwen suddenly realized that this was not in the library of Guo Qi, he had no right to compete with Ning Zhi, and he didn't even have the right to be jealous.

Ning Zhi accompanied Zhao Bai for four years, and in these four years, he never even got a straight look from Zhao Bai, the only time he got it from the photos on the projection board outside the art center just now.

It's not that Lin Zhiwen didn't try to find Zhao Bai after the day in front of the Potion Academy, but what he saw wasn't Zhao Bai and Ning Zhi, who used to be busy with him for at most an hour a day, walking out of the building of the Potion Academy together. , that is, the two of them are sitting together in the library quietly reading a book, occasionally looking up at each other, showing a smile that is very shallow, but can make any outsider see the relationship between the two.

Lin Zhiwen knew that he had no chance, and he also deeply realized how cheap he once thought he was to pay Zhao Bai.

He felt that Zhao Bai's affectionate surrender to Guan Jingyu for the sake of Zhao Bai's art career had been exposed by Zhao Bai as a joke.He also once complained that Zhao Bai didn't have time to accompany him, and then arrogantly forgave Zhao Bai, and was moved by his own sensibility and indulgence to Zhao Bai.

However, he never thought that Zhao Bai was too busy to come to accompany him, and since the course was easy for him, since he felt lonely, why couldn't he take the initiative to go to Zhao Bai, why couldn't he accompany Zhao Bai to class, why couldn't he accompany Zhao Bai to the studio, couldn't Accompany Zhao Bai to read in the library.

The affection he touched himself was downright selfish inside.

Zhao Bai and Ning Zhi, as two of the four judges, are in the top positions and are in charge of presenting the first prize. Watching Zhao Bai and Ning Zhi deliver the trophy and certificate to the first prize winner together, Lin Zhiwen showed a self-deprecating smile .

Zhao Bai once said that he would never be able to touch art in his life, because he would think of him, Lin Zhiwen, and feel sick when he touched it. Lin Zhiwen secretly rejoiced at the bit of hatred he felt, at least in Zhao Bai's heart, he will always have a place for him.

But now, Zhao Bai presented the prize to the first prize winner of the painter contest with a relaxed expression, as one of the leaders of the new generation of painters.

For four years, the pitiful and hateful traces he had left in Zhao Bai's heart finally disappeared. He could only watch Zhao Bai look at each other affectionately, and the relationship with others became a good story.

And all of this was caused by him to let it fall into dust little by little, thinking that it was well protected, and finally smashed it by mistake.Only when it was in someone else's hands did he see that the gray and unattractive thing that he despised before could emit such a brilliance, which made him jealous and envious to the point of distress.

After watching the awards ceremony in a daze, Lin Zhiwen walked out of the art center with a smile while his partner excitedly praised how powerful Zhao Bai and Ning Zhi were and how well they matched each other.

Before getting into the car of the news agency, Lin Zhiwen looked back at the projection board on the outer wall of the building, and said the spell for shooting, and a photo was formed on his right hand.

Stuffing the photo into his left breast pocket, Lin Zhiwen pressed it with his palm. Although this photo is not as vivid as the one hanging on the projection board, it may be something he can touch in his life. recent stuff.

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