Bai Yueguang, he only loves villains [Transmigration Book]

What to learn, what to improve.

Shi Zhou dropped out of school to grow flowers and grass at home because of severe social fear before passing through the book, and now he is even more bald.

He was picked up by Lu Youyuan when he was in the book, and he wandered around the old town with him all day long, because he was good-looking and well-behaved, all the old men and women on the street liked him.

Say hello to the aunt on this street every day, be stuffed with buns by the aunt on the other street, and be forced to listen to Wan Dong's nonsense gossip, now I have overcome the problem of social fear.

But if he wanted to draw Bai Yueguang's previous level, it would really kill him.

Although he can draw, it is only at the level of a layman who looks good.

Not everyone at the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts can make it to graduation. In addition to daily painting, there is also an annual graduation project for a major drama.

And Bai Yueguang still has an unfulfilled wish in his lifetime, he wants to hold a painting exhibition that belongs only to him.

Of course, there must be many, many paintings in the art exhibition!

In the other party's studio at home, apart from the painting utensils, there were only roses all over the wall, and the finished paintings he had painted before were also shelved by him. Shi Zhou searched the bedroom but couldn't find the key to the attic, so he had to let it go.

He followed the counselor to enroll, transfer into classes, and visit classrooms, and he felt very, very anxious.

The other party has long been entrusted by the principal, and knows that Shi Zhou's family background is very prominent.

Besides, Bai Yueguang has been a well-known genius in the oil painting department since the beginning of his enrollment, and his paintings during his school days are still hung on the honor wall for people to see. The progress of the next semester.

The counselor was very relieved about Shi Zhou's professional class, and immediately brought him to the studio.

The students from the Oil Painting Department were painting busts of plaster statues inside, and the counselor coughed lightly when they entered, "Students, this is our new classmate, Shi Zhou, who is actually your senior, and has been absent from school for two years due to illness." ..."

There are more than 20 people sitting in the studio, both men and women.

Some people who had heard of Shi Zhou started whispering when they saw Shi Zhou following behind the instructor, while others didn't even bother to give them a look.

The oil painting department was originally the golden signboard of the school, and those who can step into it also call themselves half-artists, come from a wealthy family, and are very proud of their talents. Now they don't pay much attention to Shi Zhou, who came halfway through the class.

Seeing that the reaction from the class was not as enthusiastic as expected, the counselor was a little embarrassed.

Just as he was about to call the squad leader over, Shi Zhou hurriedly said, "Don't disturb them, I'll just find a place to sit by myself."

The other party had a step down, so Shi Zhou didn't ask Shi Zhou to introduce himself in a meeting style, and Shi Shi ran away.

Shi Zhou heaved a sigh of relief that he didn't receive too much attention, and found a corner to sit down.

All schools provide drawing boards, but those who are more particular will use their own exclusive custom-made drawing boards, and Bai Yueguang is no exception, almost all of his drawing boards are very valuable.

From red walnut to red sandalwood, all kinds of precious woods are available.

The six-figure premium sandalwood is used as a drawing board by Bai Yueguang.

Although Shi Zhou was a half-assed person, he also knew that these were too conspicuous to recite, so he picked the lightest and most inconspicuous one and recited them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took it out of the bag and put it on the easel, the person next to him saw the letters in the lower left corner, and the other party poked him with the end of a pen, and his voice was full of shock: "This board of yours is Ender's. Has Liu used it?"

Shi Zhou subconsciously covered the letters on the board.

Unexpectedly, the other party became more enthusiastic: "Is it true? You can't even shoot this if you have money!"

Shi Zhou shook his head resolutely.

The man looked at him suspiciously, judging by Shi Zhou's clothes alone, he didn't look like someone who knew how to use fakes.

Shi Zhou sweated for his ignorance, he thought he took the cheapest and most worn-out one, but it turned out to be a collection.

He had a serious face, and lowered his voice a little: "It's fake, it's just for pretense."

The other party suddenly said "ah", and suddenly felt that Shi Zhou was approachable: "My name is Shan Xia, and I just transferred from the history of art next door last semester."

Shi Zhou thought about it, the Academy of Art History and the Department of Oil Painting are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, and the other party probably has never heard of Bai Yueguang's name.

"My name is Shi Zhou."

Sure enough, Shan Xia didn't have the expression of "I've heard about it" like the others.

The two of them were located close to each other, and Shan Xia moved over to talk to Shi Zhou: "The people in the art history department are really not as good at pretending as the oil painting department. Look at them one by one, wishing that even a 2B pencil should be inlaid with gold!"

His family is not in the imperial capital, and he is not familiar with the upper class circles in the imperial capital.

He was a monk halfway from another academy, and he didn't fit in with this group of young geniuses who aspired to be artists at the age of three or five. Now, he is somewhat close to Shi Zhou, who also joined halfway.

Shi Zhou secretly rejoiced that he didn't bring Bai Yueguang's box of diamond-encrusted pens.

He nodded following the other party's words: "People always like to pretend."

"They are all coquettish, I don't want to see them the most." Shan Xia believes in the idea that smart people don't pretend to be coercive, and he is very satisfied with Shi Zhou, "You are different, you are much more straightforward than them."

Because the other party looked at him with blue eyes, Shi Zhou made a friend without even recognizing the faces of other people in the class.

"correct."

What did Shan Xia think of: "Do you want me to accompany you to the canteen to buy pens after class today?"

Fearing that changing a drawing board would be more expensive than the current one, Shi Zhou continued to use his "fake drawing board" unremittingly.

Even the sketches are made with the tip of a pencil borrowed by Guan Shan Xia.

After several days in a row, the other party couldn't stand it any longer: "The tip of this pencil is almost unbearable, so you can still use it."

These days, Shan Xia and Shi Zhou are in class together, and from the temperament and conversation of the other party, he guesses that Shi Zhou is not a poor person, but his cognition is only to stay in the other party's house with a little money.

His own family also has some assets in Nancheng, but in the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive, small money is of course not worth mentioning.

Unable to hold back, Shizhou really doesn't have the airs of a rich man, and he is extremely "stingy" in terms of food and clothing. He can eat the deliciousness of the world in front of a bowl of instant noodles in the cafeteria.

As he passed by, he gradually forgot that the other party was a young master.

Sometimes I even feel that Shi Zhou is quite pitiful.

Even the package of spicy strips is extremely cherished.

With a big wave of his hand, he contracted all the spicy sticks from the small supermarket under the teaching building and gave them to the other party. He and Shi Zhou walked out of the supermarket with a "beef stick" in their mouths.

As soon as he came out, he was overwhelmed by the supercar in front of him.

Gu Ran purposely parked that Aston Martin in the most conspicuous place downstairs in the teaching building of the oil painting department. The front and back were decorated with fiery red roses, and some petals even had dewdrops on them.

A luxurious car with flowers, even in a first-class university, is extremely eye-catching.

Gu Ran thought that these outfits were very suitable for today's important day, leaning against the window of the car, raising his chin and looking down on all sentient beings.

Shi Zhou has been busy adapting to his status as a college student for the past few days, and has long forgotten the bamboo horses. He never expected that Gu Ran would wait at the door of the teaching building with such a high profile.

Seeing such an exaggerated scene looks like a marriage proposal scene.

He opened his mouth, and the spicy strips fell to the ground.

"I don't know who this big money is looking for in our department." Shan Xia turned her head puzzled, "What's going on? Why are you willing to throw up the spicy stick?"

Shi Zhou hurriedly covered his face with a plastic bag, and walked against the wall.

Shan Xia looked at Gu Ran who was not far away from them, and then at Shi Zhou who was inexplicably guilty, and suddenly felt blessed: "Could it be that they came to look for you?"

Shi Zhou quickly waved his hands: "It's not me, it's not me."

He was dressed in dusty clothes today, with pencil dust and paint all over his body, he couldn't make up half a name tag from top to bottom, and he was carrying a big red plastic bag from the school supermarket in a down-to-earth manner...

Shan Xia swallowed her doubts abruptly: "I don't think it looks like that either."

Fortunately, Gu Ran just took over his own group and was so busy that he came to squat under the teaching building for a day without finding anyone, so he left unwillingly.

Before Shi Zhou could relax.

Here comes another, more ostentatious one.

Ye Xinghan wore sunglasses that couldn't stop his handsome appearance, and was dressed in a chic black windbreaker. He stood on the only way to the cafeteria. He was surrounded by reporters who had heard the news, and he didn't hide his star status at all.

The way to the cafeteria was blocked by fans in an instant.

Shan Xia took Shi Zhou to make the difficult pass, during which he asked the girl who was holding a pen and paper to sign: "The big stars also come to our school cafeteria to eat?"

The other party rolled his eyes, and raised his hand to signal him to look at the huge support banner beside Ye Xinghan——I wish my Zhou Zhou studies well!

"Zhou Zhou?" Shan Xia looked at Shi Zhou, who was wearing a mask and fully armed, and felt a bit overwhelmed, "Is Ye Xinghan here to stand for you?"

Shi Zhou pulled down his hat to cover himself, bit the bullet and said with difficulty: "It's not me, it just happened to have the same name."

Fortunately, Shan Xia was a simple child, she doubted it for a while and then put it behind her.

As a result, on the third day, Pei Ziyan came again.

This time, Shi Zhou handed in his drawings late and left an order, and was blocked by the other party at the door of the studio.

Pei Ziyan was still wearing a white coat, with courseware tucked under his left arm, and a pair of gilt-rimmed glasses on his perfect nose. He looked gentle and calm, which attracted the girls in the corridor to turn their heads frequently.

Someone had seen this face at an academic conference, and whispered to the person who came out from the next studio to see the handsome guy: "Isn't this the medical genius Pei Ziyan! Why is he coming to our Academy of Fine Arts?"

Shi Zhou was mad inside, why did the three bamboo horses rush up to show their faces one after another.

Is it because he is afraid that he will live too peacefully at school.

"Brother Pei." Shi Zhou couldn't dodge this time, "Why are you here?"

Pei Ziyan's eyes were clear and handsome: "I had a seminar at the medical school next door, and I happened to come over to see you. How does it feel to come back to school? Are you still used to it?"

"Very good, very adaptable."

Shan Xia said that he was waiting for him to hand in the painting in another studio. Shi Zhou looked left and right for fear of being bumped into, and ended the conversation with a few words: "The classmate is still waiting for me, I'll go first!"

He had just entered the studio when Shan Xia came in from the outside: "I saw you talking to that Pei Ziyan just now? Do you know each other?"

Shi Zhou was surprised: "How do you know it's Pei Ziyan?"

"My cousin is from the medical school next door."

Shan Xia said: "Tell me every day that Pei Ziyan is the male god of their school, he is skilled in medicine and looks good, the little girl is fascinated to death."

He narrowed his eyes, "I heard that the medical school's seminar just ended, did Pei Ziyan come to see you right after class?"

Shi Zhou rubbed his forehead in his heart. Over the past few days, he had already practiced the ability to open his mouth: "How is it possible! He couldn't find the way, he just asked for the way."

As long as he refuses to admit it, no one can disturb his unknown university life.

Shi Zhou thought, even if it wasn't because of his health, sooner or later Bai Yueguang would have to drop out of school because of the shameless bamboo horses.

Shan Xia was already used to the strangeness: "Okay, let's continue painting your still life."

With the excuse of not writing for two years, Shi Zhou was able to muddle through all the professional courses. Although the teachers all looked regretful, they were also very tolerant of him.

But he needs to work harder than others to draw at the level of an ordinary art student.

After Shan Xia learned that Shi Zhou had been admitted to the intensive care unit, her sympathy surged, and she volunteered to help Shi Zhou re-consolidate his foundation.

The two often draw for an hour after class.

Today is no exception.

In the past few days, the three bamboo horses have come up to him to check his presence, like a competition. Shi Zhou has developed a good habit of wearing a mask when he goes out.

There is no parking lot at the entrance of the teaching building, but temporary parking is available on the side of the road. Everyone is already familiar with the luxury cars downstairs.

After the keen intuition trained by the bamboo horses, Shi Zhou noticed that several girls turned their heads in a certain direction while whispering.

As the distance between them gradually narrowed, Shi Zhou heard the voice of one of them.

"Didn't there be super handsome guys coming in and out of our school these days? But today this is the dish in my heart!"

"That nose, those eyes, are simply king!"

"I didn't see his face clearly. He is so tall and his shoulders are so broad. It would be a waste not to come to the Academy of Fine Arts with his figure."

"I can see the face, it's very handsome...but the aura is so strong, I don't dare to take another look at it."

The other girl turned her head regretfully, only seeing the straight bridge of the other's nose.

Lu Youyuan seemed to be aware of it for some reason, and raised his eyes to look over here, the girl was startled by those indifferent dark black pupils, and dared not look any further.

Passing by them, Shan Xia thought for a while: "It's really abnormal these days, people keep running to our oil painting department..."

Shi Zhou said sullenly, "Anyway, they didn't come to look for me."

Shan Xia was about to ask a few questions, when she saw the "celestial vegetable" standing directly opposite.

The other party walked towards them.

Shan Xia has been conditioned reflex these days, so she subconsciously looks at Shi Zhou beside her, and automatically answers: "Understood, this is definitely not here to find you."

Unexpectedly, Shi Zhou took off his mask, and his small face lit up: "This is indeed looking for me!"

The author has something to say:

My back hurts, I will take a day off tomorrow.