School grass roommate he is not right

On Monday morning, the golden sunlight slipped in through the curtains and witnessed the chaos in the room.

"Hey, where's my pair of gray pants?" Shen Zhao searched for the pants with the messy head of the chicken coop, "Who saw my pants?"

"Who knows where you've been stuffed? Why don't you just wear big underpants and go to Lao Yan's class!" Ding Hongyu hurriedly fumbled for his phone on the bed, "My phone is gone, hurry up and give me a call!"

Jiang Yubai had already packed her schoolbag and was about to go out. When she heard this, she paused and took out her mobile phone from her pocket: "Let me make a call."

At this time, Lu Jinyan just came out of the bathroom, and his eyes fell on his face, and he found a faint blue layer under his thin eyelids.

Recalling what happened last night in his mind, Lu Jinyan looked embarrassed, and looked away with a little guilt.

Disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night, just to ask who is more handsome between themselves and their boyfriends, this behavior is really sick in every way.

Fortunately, Jiang Yubai didn't pursue his intentions. After helping Ding Hongyu find the phone, he went out to class first.

"Xiaobai." Lu Jinyan followed to the door with a few strides and called out.

Jiang Yubai turned around with her schoolbag on her back: "What's wrong?"

"I have something to do at noon today, so I won't have lunch with you." Lu Jinyan leaned on the door frame with one hand, his head almost touching the top, "I'll make an appointment tonight."

This time Jiang Yubai didn't think too much, nodded and said: "Okay."

Monday morning is a big English class, and several classes in the Art Academy are combined together.

Jiang Yubai went early, and there were only students in twos and threes eating breakfast in the auditorium.

He chose the position with the best view in the middle of the third row. After putting down his schoolbag, he took out a sketchbook and charcoal pencils, and practiced sketching characters with his eyes lowered.

As time went by, there were more and more people in the classroom, and the surrounding voices became more and more noisy, but Jiang Yubai was not affected at all.

"Hello, is there anyone in this seat?" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang in my ears.

Jiang Yubai closed the sketchbook reflexively, raised his eyes and replied, "Sorry, there are people here."

The boy was wearing a red and black tracksuit with a shoulder bag. He was tall. He looked at him with a smile and said, "The class bell is about to ring. Maybe the person you helped to occupy the seat won't come?"

Jiang Yubai was unmoved: "He will come."

The boy was very interested: "Do you want to make a bet?"

Jiang Yubai frowned, apparently not interested in betting with someone he didn't know.

The atmosphere became stalemate for a while, and the girls in the back seat began to whisper, and words such as "acting department" and "grass department" could be vaguely heard.

"Xiaobai! Xiaobai, here I come!" One second before the class bell rang, Qi Dongdong stepped into the auditorium in a pinch.

Panting, he stood in the aisle and looked around, and soon, a beautiful and eye-catching hand like white porcelain stretched out from the crowd, beckoning him gently.

"I won." Jiang Yubai raised his jaw slightly, his tone was cold, "You can go."

The boy was not angry either, and left a sentence before leaving: "My name is Xu Hang, see you next time."

"Xiaobai, what did that guy do just now?" Qi Dongdong sat down on the chair and asked in a low voice, "Didn't he come to strike up a conversation with you?"

Jiang Yubai shook his head: "I don't know."

Qi Dongdong lowered his voice: "Let me tell you, that man is Xu Hang from the acting department. It is said that he is a playboy who eats both men and women. He must have no good intentions!"

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do with him." Jiang Yubai put away the sketching paper and pen, took out the English book from his schoolbag, and was ready to start class.

"That's right, anyway, you don't like to talk to anyone." Qi Dongdong said to himself, and suddenly found himself sitting in the middle of the third row in the geomantic treasure, and couldn't help but screamed, "Baby! I didn't tell you not to choose so far location?"

Jiang Yubai's pen tip paused, with an innocent expression: "I forgot."

Qi Dongdong: "..."

After the two English classes, Jiang Yubai packed his schoolbag and prepared to have lunch.

"I'm starving to death..." Qi Dongdong murmured, "Xiaobai, what shall we have for lunch?"

Dancing students should pay attention to keeping fit, but he is very greedy, so he can only eat small meals and eat only a little bit at each meal, so he gets hungry very quickly.

Jiang Yubai thought for a while: "Let's go to the second canteen."

He wanted to recommend the food in Ercanteen to Dongdong.

"Yeah!" Qi Dongdong cheered, and skillfully wrapped his arms around him and walked out, "Let's go eat!"

In the next second, someone deliberately bumped Jiang Yubai's shoulder from behind.

Qi Dongdong looked back, and his brows stood on end in an instant: "You are so short and poor! Seeing that Grandpa Qi is not hiding, how dare you bump into him?"

Yang Wenjie cursed in a low voice: "Damn gay!"

"What did you say?" Qi Dongdong let go of his friend's arm and took a step forward, "Say it again if you have the guts!"

But it was obvious that Yang Wenjie didn't care, and after using his quick tongue, he rushed to the door of the classroom in one stride.

Qi Dongdong was so angry that he put his hands on his waist: "You son of a bitch!"

Jiang Yubai took his hand: "Let's go eat."

After lunch, the two separated temporarily, and Jiang Yubai returned to the studio to prepare for the afternoon class.

The theme of the afternoon was character sketching, and the teacher spent huge sums of money to invite a strong sports student from the physical education department next door to be a model.

As soon as the sports model came in, the students below started booing, which made the 1.8-meter tall boys blush. Finally, under the strong suppression of the teacher, the studio gradually quieted down.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the sports student gritted his teeth and raised his hand to take off his upper body jersey.

"Wow! You have a good figure!"

"How many abs, let me count..."

"Little handsome guy, don't be shy, my sister will definitely draw you handsome!"

……

The students chattered into discussions, and the physical education students were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do.

After a while, the character sketch officially entered the topic.

It was the best time of day when the sun was shining in the afternoon, and the light from the window hit the model's body, revealing every muscle texture.

Jiang Yubai examined the opponent's six-pack abs with a calm and strict gaze.

The tendon distribution is not perfect, the body fat rate is not low enough, the shape of the muscle bulge is not good enough, and there is no beautiful mermaid line...

But character sketching only needs to faithfully draw what the eyes see, regardless of whether the thing is perfect or not.

After a character sketching class, the physical education model almost stiffened into a stone sculpture.

Before leaving, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly walked over to say hello to Jiang Yubai: "Hi, do you remember me? I was there at the basketball club dinner last time."

Jiang Yubai searched from memory to no avail, and replied honestly: "Sorry, I don't remember."

The sports student scratched the back of his head and said with a naive smile, "It's okay, we'll meet again at the next basketball club dinner!"

Jiang Yubai nodded slightly, and didn't talk too much with the other party.

After class, he stayed in the studio to continue painting as usual, until all the other students had left and the sky outside became dark.

"Dong dong dong", suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him.

Jiang Yubai turned his head and met a pair of gentle and smiling eyes.

Lu Jinyan stood at the door and asked politely, "Mr. Xiaobai, can I come in?"

Jiang Yubai slightly opened his eyes wide: "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you agree to take you to the studio recently?" Lu Jinyan stepped into the threshold, twirling a bunch of keys with his slender fingers, "I just mentioned a new car, teacher Xiaobai, do you like me?"

Jiang Yubai was a little surprised: "So fast?"

Isn't this action a little too strong...

"Where is it going?" Lu Jinyan smiled on his lips, walked behind him, and when his eyes fell on the drawing paper, the smile on his lips froze suddenly, "Who are you drawing?"

Jiang Yubai also turned back: "A model."

"Model?" Lu Jinyan frowned, looking carefully at the half-naked boy on the drawing paper, feeling vaguely familiar.

"Well, a sketch model." Jiang Yubai always kept in mind that he had a boyfriend, and cueed intentionally or unintentionally, "He is also a sports student."

Lu Jinyan's brows furrowed even deeper: "You're also a sports student?"

"By the way, he is still a member of the basketball club." Jiang Yubai looked up at him slightly, "Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Having said that, Lu Jinyan finally remembered: "It's him, Cheng Mengkang."

There is no doubt about Jiang Yubai's sketching skills, the boy on the paper has both form and spirit, and even the tense and stiff expression is accurately reproduced.

It's just that he was thinking about it for a moment just now, and he didn't even recognize that this was a member of his own club.

"Usually we draw more girls, but it's rare to see a male model today." Jiang Yubai raised his hand and wiped the drawing paper. Recalling the performance of the students in class, he couldn't help being a little amused, "Everyone is very excited."

The hand that was stained with paint pressed the abdominal muscle on the painting, with a gentle and tender strength, as if treating a beloved lover.

Lu Jinyan stared at his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you excited? Excited that he is in good shape?"

Jiang Yubai was taken aback, and replied, "Maybe."

Although in his opinion, the model's figure is at best qualified.

"He only has six-pack abs." Lu Jinyan paused slightly, and said in a very serious tone, "I have eight."

Jiang Yubai was a little confused: "So?"

Lu Jinyan moved his hand hanging by his side, making a gesture to lift the hem of his T-shirt: "So you want to draw mine?"

The author has something to say:

Bai Bai: The scope of comparison gradually expands...

Brother Lu: I have a very good figure, my wife come and draw me!