When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

Shangguan Qingrong wiped away the tears on his face, and when he looked up, it was a woman with black hair hanging down her shoulders and beautiful eyebrows, with only one pair of green eyes, she looked a little scary.Regardless of the color of the eyeballs, it is a very rare good-looking, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a smile on his face, soft and gentle, staring at the handkerchief in his hand.

Such a beauty, no one can bear to touch her face, so naturally Shangguan Qingrong.He suppressed his sadness, and responded with force: "Just try to see if this brush can be used. If you like it, you might as well play with this painting?"

The girl's eyes were light, she picked up the brush and tried it on her handkerchief a few times, but she used too much force, and the lines she drew were not as good-looking as Shangguan Qingrong's handwriting, so she smiled coquettishly at him: "This brush is really not good. It's easy to use, you can still draw so well, it seems that your painting skills are also good? My name is Anna Valahal, and I am the vice president of the painting club. I would like to invite you to join our club, is that okay? "

What is a society?Shangguan Qingrong was stunned for a while, looking at the hand stretched out by the beautiful girl opposite, his mind was fuzzy, and suddenly remembered something: "Your surname is Valahal? That Leo..."

"Yes, Leo is my cousin. I heard about you from him, Mr. Drizzt Huber. I also ate the herbal medicine you gave him. It is indeed a very good medicine. The medicine has made my skin much more crystal clear."

"Really, it's good if you eat it." Shangguan Qingrong and Miss Valahar were talking, and suddenly felt like there were countless steel needles piercing their backs, as if they were watched by those concubines in the harem in their previous lives. That's how it feels.After a little thought in his mind, he figured it out. Naturally, he was a man who had been talking to such an unmarried girl for too long, and the students felt a little disdainful when they saw it.

He is a man, there is nothing to be afraid of, but if this girl's boudoir reputation is tired, it will be a big deal.Thinking of this, he stood up, took a few steps backwards, and said goodbye to Miss Valahar: "I still have class later, if there is anything wrong, just ask me to pass the message, as for the painting club , my painting skills are not that good, it's better not to participate. If you like this ink, you can keep it, and I can practice it again."

Miss Valahal refused to let him go, she quickly grabbed his wrist, raised her head, looked around, and greeted: "Casper, please help me persuade Drizzt. Our painting club Li Ke has never had a light mage before, but I boasted that Haikou will recruit a light mage to join the club, if we can’t keep him, how can we explain it when we go back?”

The way she spoke was charming and playful, not to mention the little boys around, even Shangguan Qingrong couldn't help being in a daze when seeing her, thinking of a very favored nobleman in the palace in the previous life.

...It's a pity that the nobleman had framed him, but the emperor found out the truth and was imprisoned in the cold palace and died.

Shangguan Qingrong's heart softened, and he let her hold hands, following her line of sight to look at the student named Kasper.He was also a boy, with brown hair that was almost black, sharp eyebrows and eyes, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, his eyes were staring straight at his wrist, his face was full of hostility, and he could tell at a glance that he was very dissatisfied with the woman in front of him who stretched out her hand to grab him.

Could it be that he is the fiancé of this Miss Valahal?

Shangguan Qingrong lowered his head in embarrassment, trying to pull his hand out.Unexpectedly, the lady's strength was not small, and he was too embarrassed to use too much strength, so he couldn't break free for a while.While the two of them were wrestling, that Casper had already broken through the crowd and approached them, grabbed Shangguan Qingrong's still-held right hand with one hand, held it firmly with dark force, shook it slightly up and down, his face showing With a not-so-kind smile, he said in a deep voice, "I'm Casper Oren, a third-year student at the Alchemy Academy and a member of the painting club. I'm very glad to invite you, a light magician, into our club! "

"Ah..." Shangguan Qingrong's hand was painfully held by him, and with a soft cry, his face turned pale.Miss Valahar didn't pay attention, and happily took the two of them out the door, and kept introducing Shangguan Qingrong: "Our painting club is the most famous club in the school. Compared with those boring tea parties The club, the sculpture club, and the music club all have much more style. A smart and elegant boy like you is the most suitable for painting, and you will never regret joining the club..."

Shangguan Qingrong desperately wanted to evade, but he was dragged and dragged forward by Oren, and he arrived at the activity room of the painting club not long after.When he entered the studio, he was like a sheep in a tiger's den. He was directly shoved in by Oren, and shook hands with the men and women in the club in a daze, and then was shaken by the president, a sixth-grade wind magician. Started, signed the application for membership, and in just a few minutes, he became a member of the painting club from a freelancer.

Except for Oren, who has always been sullen, all the senior students in the club are very interested in him, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes are fixed on him, which seems to be able to see through the clothes, which frightens the Shangguan Qing Rong raised her neckline several times, shrunk herself smaller and smaller on the sofa.

But his little effort can't stop everyone from playing tricks.After the other club members settled down, Graf sat on the sofa with an indescribable smile and had a private conversation with Shangguan Qingrong: "Drizzer, in fact, our painting club has very high standards for joining the club. , the reason why you came in so easily has a lot to do with your status as a light magician."

Shangguan Qingrong was a little chilled, always felt that there were malicious intentions in that smile, so he sat back and replied: "It's okay, I can retreat..."

Before the word "Tui" came out, a finger was pressed against his lips: "Shh... Anna found a light magician with painting talent like you with great difficulty. Don't tell me you want to leave just after joining the club? Even if you It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to paint, we will teach you slowly. As long as you are willing to learn, I guarantee that you will become one of the best members of the painting club in less than two years!”

The deed of selling his life had already been signed, and he said that he would never be allowed to withdraw, Shangguan Qingrong had no choice but to agree.Anyway, he is good at all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, painting by himself is also painting when he is free, and painting with his classmates when he stays in this painting club is also painting, just to get to know more people and relax.

He nodded obediently, as if he agreed.The slightly long hair on the forehead slid down, blocking the reluctance in his eyes, making him look extraordinarily serene and soft—no, holy!Graff stood up suddenly, and formed a square frame with his hands, enclosing Shangguan Qingrong's upper body.He moved his hands back and forth, tried several compositions, and a look of excitement and ecstasy slowly appeared on his face: "Drizzt!"

Shangguan Qingrong looked up at him in a daze, and Graf shouted loudly: "It's really great, I thought of it, Drizzt can be a model first, and see how other members compose pictures and use colors And take a scene." He rushed up, turned Shangguan Qingrong from head to toe, and put his hands together, half looking sideways.The other members of the commune rushed to Shangguan Qingrong with their clips and brushes in their hands without waiting for him to greet them. They each found a place to stand up for the clips, made a few gestures in front of their eyes with the brushes, then took the brushes to color, and began to draw very skillfully. up.

Shangguan Qingrong wanted to change to a more comfortable posture, but immediately there was a sound of "Don't move!"; when he wanted to say something, there were people around him who immediately stopped him, so he could only endure the discomfort and sit still like a sculpture, letting those who were fully absorbed The members of the club took him as a model and painted with every brushstroke.

I don't know how long it took before the group of painters slowly put down their brushes, allowing Shangguan Qingrong to be relieved.He rubbed his stiff neck and shook his sore wrists, but he really wanted to see how others painted him, so he stood up and asked the crowd timidly, "Can I see your paintings?" ?”

A woman who seemed to be older than Miss Valahal immediately rushed up holding her easel, and replied lovingly: "Of course. Drizzt, you are such a good model. Oh I have never been so inspired and I feel like this is the best work of my art career!"

She pulled Shangguan Qingrong to the opposite side of the painting for a closer look, and the painting turned out to be half of her own profile, and the outline of the facial features looked very similar.Long hair shawls, bright eyes, painted lips, looks a little better than himself, only there is a shadow under the eyebrows and cheeks, which makes Shangguan Qingrong feel disgusted - he called those court painters in his previous life When painting, how can you draw shadows on your face?Shadows are only painted on the faces of dead people, how can they be painted like this on living people?

But the woman's ecstatic attitude made other people only praise her for her good painting, and some seriously discussed how to cast shadows on her face.It seems that in this world, the rules of painting are quite different from those of his previous life. He is just a ray of lonely soul from outside.

I looked at many portraits, some from the front and some from the side, all of which were similar to the previous ones of the woman.There are some who look like them, or those who don't look quite like him, but they are all painted according to the appearance of someone who is more handsome than him. Even Shangguan Qingrong saw it himself, and felt that the people in the paintings were somewhat dignified and merciful. The expression of great compassion is like a golden boy in the sky.

President Graf and Vice President Valahar commented on the portraits one by one, talking about the height of the portraits, and then they talked about Shangguan Qingrong, "Fortunately, Drizzt joined the painting club. Now we only need to put these works Hanging out, you can immediately overwhelm those idiots in the music club. What's so great about their light mage, it's just that he can play a few waltzes, which girl can't? Only painting is the real art, as long as we Holding an art exhibition with the theme of the most holy light mages will immediately destroy their limelight!"

Shangguan's clear content can be considered advanced now, and his hearing is excellent. Although the two men lowered their voices, they heard word by word in his ears. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his bones and muscles. Also tense as if sitting upright for an unknown amount of time.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that as Miss Valahar praised him more and more, the complexion of the senior Oren who dragged him into the club became more and more ugly. The same in his bones.Shangguan Qingrong wrapped her arms around her body, silently turned her side to look out the window, the spring was just right outside, the warblers were singing just right, the green grass was soft and thin, and the sun was melting.Such a beautiful scene could not shine into his heart, he only felt the chilly wind, and his body was cold.

Oren's gloomy eyes kept falling on his face, full of unkindness in his eyes.Shangguan calmly moved away from them again, mocking himself bitterly in his heart: "It's really a person sitting in the house, and the disaster comes from the sky. I have never done anything, but I offended that man somehow. Where is Mr. Oren?"

The author has something to say: My favorite is the rival in love who turns into a lover!