I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

For the next period of time, Fu Zhun, who beat others unilaterally, lived like a victim every day.

He seemed to be an old man who was seriously ill and needed to be recuperated.

It's almost to the point where you can stretch out your hands for clothes and open your mouth for food, and gold is too expensive.

"My hand really hurts." Fu Zhun shook his right hand and pushed the paper aside: "I think Qiu Nanzhou is poisonous, otherwise why would he be in so much pain after I beat him?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"I think you are poisonous." Cen Xiao didn't even bother to act with him, but just glanced at him angrily, and directly exposed him: "If you don't write, I will hand in the paper for you."

However, Fu Zhun is a dignified evil force.

He rejected this salty fish proposal righteously: "No, if you are a man, you have to write it all."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Then why didn't you write it?" Cen Xiao glanced at the blank paper on which he had just written his name, "Are you still a man?"

"I'm a princess." Fu Zhun now accepts this title more and more, without any resistance at all, and even feels like a fish in water: "Whose princess does homework by herself?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Okay." Seeing that he was so shameless, Cen Xiao nodded speechlessly, and took Fu Zhun's paper: "I'll write it for you, okay?"

Seeing that Cen Xiao took the bait, Fu Zhun secretly bent his lips: "I'll give you the answer."

"You can rest." For a moment, Cen Xiao felt as if he was taking care of his confinement wife, "Don't wait a while and say that Qiu Nanzhou looks poisonous. After watching him, your eyes hurt."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Probably because he didn't expect Cen Xiao to pierce his small thoughts, Fu Zhun coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment: "Didn't you wash your eyes?"

After finishing speaking, he lay down on the table, looked at the questions on the test paper, and corrected Cen Xiao's mistakes on his own: "Choose C for this question."

"Yeah." Cen Xiao changed it according to his without thinking.

The two of them checked one by one and started to write, and they cooperated quite tacitly.

After writing for a while, Cen Xiao suddenly thought: "By the way, how did you handle Qiu Nanzhou's matter?"

"My dad dealt with it, and he didn't tell me." Fu Zhun got up from the table, propped his head lazily, and asked curiously, "Didn't you see him in acting class?"

"No." Cen Xiao shook his head: "He hasn't come to class since that day."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun snorted lightly, and his tone became colder: "It's best not to come."

He shook his fist, which he thought was weak: "It hurt me so much."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"You can do it, stop pretending." Cen Xiao snorted coldly: "How many days have you been pretending, are you not tired of playing?"

These days, Fu Zhun said that his hand hurts almost every day.

Cen Xiao helped to do the duty, Cen Xiao helped to copy the homework, Cen Xiao helped to sharpen the pencil, and Cen Xiao helped to wash the palette.

If it wasn't for Cen Xiao not staying at his house recently, he might have helped wash the underwear too.

Cen Xiao felt that he was like a princess' nanny these days.

I almost put food in his mouth.

However, Fu Zhun didn't have the slightest repentance, and even said like an inch: "Then I've been pretending for so many days, aren't you still being fooled?"

Hearing this, Cen Xiao looked up at him silently: "Then what can I do?"

My boyfriend has already ordered it, can I still throw it away?

Just make a wish and accept a wish.

Fu Zhun heard what he meant, and couldn't hide his smug eyes.

He lay down on the table, buried half of his face in the crook of his arms, looked at Cen Xiao with a smile, and said something in a low voice——

"Fuck me."

"you are so cute."

Cen Xiao: "..."

On the evening of the self-study, the math group of the grade organized a test. After Cen Xiao told Meng Zhen, he took another leave of acting class.

After the exam, the other students all went to the professional class in the art building, and he was a bit idle in the classroom alone.

After writing a paper alone, bored, he supported his head and looked at Fu Zhun's vacant seat.

After staring at Fu Zhun's seat for a while, Cen Xiao suddenly stood up, walked out of the classroom towards the art building.

When he arrived at the art building, Teacher Xiao Yang was showing them how to sketch human head portraits.

A group of people surrounded the teacher, most of them turned their backs to the door, only a few not honest people were rustling behind and doing their own things.

Cen Xiao saw Fu Zhun who was not honest at a glance outside the door.

He broke away from the main group and returned to his seat, turned over the small drawing board, and continued to draw the picture he hadn't finished yet.

The drawing board was facing the window where Cen Xiao was, so Cen Xiao could see the whole painting clearly.

The person in this painting is him.

Fu Zhun probably found a still photo of Cen Xiao when he was a child, and the picture happened to be the little Erlang God played by Cen Xiao.

There is also a Xiaotian dog in his arms.

One person and one dog are cute and harmonious.

Cen Xiao stared at it for a moment, then suddenly raised his foot and walked quietly behind Fu Zhun.

Seeing that Fu Zhun was so focused on painting that he didn't notice it at all, Cen Xiao quietly reached out and hugged him from behind.

It's exactly the same as holding a roaring dog.

Fu Zhun was startled by him and almost made a sound.

Fortunately, Cen Xiao quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands, and whispered softly in his ear.

Then he looked up and looked around again——

There is a neat row of drawing boards between Fu Zhun's seat and the teacher's demonstration seat.

In addition, everyone looked at the paintings and played with them. Both groups of people were focused on doing their own things, and no one saw that there was an extra person behind the drawing board.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Cen Xiao secretly pulled the corner of his lips, and in the posture of whispering, he touched Fu Zhun's ear with his lips.

Fu Zhun froze in place for an instant.

As if petrified, when Cen Xiao let go of him, he was still sitting in his original posture.

The painting hand was raised in the air, and the pen was not drawn nor retracted.

The tip of the ear kissed by him turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Send it to me?" Cen Xiao shook his head, "The drawing is quite nice."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun barely recovered from his sluggish state.

However, his expression was still a little dazed, and his words were also dull: "No, I drew it."

"But the one in the painting is me." Cen Xiao said with a confident look, "Is it difficult to give me a painting?"

"Give you something else, not this one." Fu Zhun insisted not to give it: "I can draw you a new one."

Cen Xiao doesn't understand how other paintings are fine, but this one is not.

"What's the difference?" He glanced at the painting in front of Fu Zhun, but didn't find it special.

Fu Zhun pursed his lips and looked at the painting for a long time.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that something was not right, and he was not very satisfied: "It doesn't look good, maybe it didn't look good at the beginning."

However, Cen Xiao felt that compared to the characters drawn by other people, he already drew them very similarly.

Probably because Fu Zhun's requirements for himself are different from others.

"Okay." Cen Xiao reluctantly let him go, and even helped him find an excuse.

It's just that the tone is a bit mocking: "After all, your hand is hurting so much that it's normal to be dissatisfied with the painting."

Fu Zhun: "..."

He looked down at his nimble fingers and said nothing.

It just so happened that Teacher Xiao Yang had finished his demonstration, so he stood up and stretched, and when he turned around, he saw Cen Xiaochu there.

He paused for stretching, and said casually, "Hey, that handsome boy, is he here again?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Although he doesn't feel that his nationality is so high that everyone knows it, he doesn't want to hear people always skip his name and call him a handsome guy.

After a moment of silence, he could only curl the corners of his mouth lukewarmly: "Hello, teacher."

"You came just in time." Teacher Xiao Yang waved to him with a smile: "After they finish sketching, they have to draw two sketches. You can be a model for another half an hour."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Okay." He had nothing to do but nodded without changing his face.

As soon as the words fell, Cen Xiao's gaze suddenly fell to Fu Zhun.

He was hiding under the drawing board, looking like he was taking pleasure in other's misfortune.

Cen Xiao squinted his eyes, patted him unhappily, and immediately raised his head and said to the teacher: "Mr. Yang, Fu Zhun's hand hurts, why don't you let him be a model with me?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"That's fine, let's draw a duo." Teacher Xiao Yang didn't have any objections, and nodded, just a little curious about why Fu Zhun's hand hurt suddenly: "Why does our little brother Jingui's hand hurt?"

"It's usually too hard." Fu Zhun said smoothly.

No one believed this at all, even Xiao Yang gave him a blank look.

This sketching class was not over yet, Cen Xiao was afraid that he would disturb them if he stayed here.

So I didn't stay in the sketch classroom for long, and turned around to sit in the color classroom next door for a while.

By the way, he also helped Fu Zhun wash the bucket and palette.

When Cen Xiao cleaned up his painting utensils and was walking towards his seat, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cute-looking drawing board not far away.

Two people are drawn in the lower right corner.

Judging from the hairstyle, it feels like the Q version of Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun.

But I don't know who the owner of that seat is.

The Q version of Xiao Fu Zhun is lying on the ground with a sleepy look, exactly the same as his usual sleeping in the classroom.

And the Q version of Xiao Cen Xiao squatted next to him, like stroking a dog, with his hands on his head.

Cen Xiao suddenly felt that the painting was quite vivid.

Unable to hold back for a while, he secretly took a picture of this painting with his mobile phone, and was going to show it to Fu Zhun when he went back.

It just so happened that the sketch class next door ended, and the classroom suddenly became noisy.

After hearing this, Cen Xiao went out to look for Fu Zhun.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom, he saw Fu Zhun blocking three or four girls by himself, holding a stack of things in his hand, and he didn't know what he was doing.

The expression is a little complicated.

Cen Xiao paused, walked to the window closest to them and secretly observed them.

Just now, Fu Zhun was about to wash his hands, when he passed behind those girls, he accidentally heard their conversation——

"You drew Cen Xiao so well, if you want to draw some special plots, how can you do it?" One of the girls who was flipping through a small book said sadly.

Hearing the name "Cen Xiao", Fu Zhun stopped in his footsteps instantly.

He didn't intend to eavesdrop on what the girls were saying, but when it came to Cen Xiao, he had to sneak his head out and glance at what the girls were looking at.

I found that it seemed to be a Q-version comic.

"It's okay." The girl who looked like the author waved her hand and said secretly: "I'll show you what I drew two days ago. When I grow up, my style of painting will be different. What can't be done?"

Words like "strike" sound very vicious, and Fu Zhun's first reaction was that these girls were Cen Xiao's black fans, and they drew something that was not good for Cen Xiao.

So he immediately asked, "What did you draw?"

Those girls were chatting happily at first, but when they saw Fu Zhun coming, they all put away their things in a panic, shook their heads in unison and said, "No..."

Seeing how guilty they were, Fu Zhun became even more suspicious.

He usually doesn't find fault with girls, but this time it's about Cen Xiao, he can't just sit idly by.

Fu Zhun glanced at them indifferently, and didn't want to talk nonsense, so he directly reached out to them and said concisely, "Take it out."

Those girls looked at me and I looked at you, and finally handed him the manga in embarrassment.

Rather than being afraid of Fu Zhun, they were more concerned about the embarrassment of being found out about their little habits.

Fu Zhun took the little manga, flipped through it a few times, and was stunned for a moment.

The little girls thought that his three views had been greatly affected, so they could only explain and apologize: "I'm sorry, I just think you two have a sense of CP, and I really like it after acting in that stage play. you two……"

"If you don't like this, we can get rid of this album."

"I'm really sorry."

They apologized several times in succession, but they didn't get a response from Fu Zhun at all.

Fu Zhun seemed to have never heard of it, still staring at the album in his hand in a daze.

The page that was turned happened to be the picture of Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun growing up.

This girl is pretty good at drawing, and she is also very good at storyboarding. She should draw comics secretly.

And it is very good at grasping the characteristics of characters.

Even if the faces are drawn in cartoons, people can tell at a glance that they are Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao.

And the painting was from Cen Xiao's stage play.

Fu Zhun was dumbfounded for a long time looking at this cartoon with an inexplicable smell of pink bubbles, and always felt that something was not quite right.

Just when the little girls were wondering if he was going to tear up the manga in a rage the next second...

Fu Zhun suddenly withdrew his gaze from the manga, raised his eyes, and asked——

"Gone?"

"Ah?" The girl who painted was taken aback for a moment, then nodded blankly and said, "It's gone."

"Really gone?"

"It's really gone." She said awkwardly, "Don't worry, there won't be anything else..."

Before the words finished, everyone saw that Fu Zhun frowned suddenly, as if he was not very happy.

Before others figured out what he meant, he suddenly asked——

"So when are you going to paint the rest?"

"what?"

"Can I pay?"

"???"