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There were not many people in the studio, Qi Zangfeng didn't move, he was still looking at the sketch, the big red A- on the picture hurt his eyes, he didn't think it was anything just now, but now a trace of grievance suddenly appeared in his heart , with a sharp nose, Qi Zangfeng pursed her lips tightly, unable to cry, it was too embarrassing.

Someone patted his shoulder lightly, Qi Zangfeng turned around, it was Ding Zhixuan.

There was some sympathy in Ding Zhixuan's eyes, but also some unbearable: "Are you okay."

"It's nothing." Qi Zangfeng said bluntly, "It's just a quiz."

He was feeling aggrieved, and didn't realize the sharpness of the words.

Ding Zhixuan was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I stole your No.1."

"The teacher is right, I was negligent, and I couldn't get the first place." Qi Zangfeng said in a low voice.

Ding Zhixuan wanted to say something, but Qian Liang had already walked in.

The first time Qi Zangfeng saw A Liang, his eyes were all red, and he wished he could throw himself into A Liang's arms immediately.He still remembered Qian Liang's explanation not to be too intimate in front of others, and he restrained himself.

Qian Liang is also very handsome, his handsomeness is different from Qi Zangfeng's flamboyant, it is a very restrained and steady handsomeness.There are many girls who have a crush on him, and Ding Zhixuan is no exception.Because Qian Liang came to the studio every day, Ding Zhixuan often saw him.After going back and forth, she also had some unspeakable emotions in her heart.

So Ding Zhixuan paid special attention to him.

Qian Liang didn't look at Ding Zhixuan at all, and nodded to her, worried that she was A Liang's classmate.All his mind was caught by Ah Feng, Ah Feng's expression was wrong, as if he had been wronged.Qian Liang felt distressed and was anxious to comfort Ah Feng, showing a trace of emotion involuntarily.This trace was keenly noticed by Ding Zhixuan.She found it strange, but couldn't explain it.

Qian Liang packed up things for Ah Feng, held Ah Feng's arm, nodded to Ding Zhixuan, and pulled Ah Feng out of the studio.Ah Feng lowered her head and let Qian Liang drag her away.Qian Liang looked around while walking, and saw the storage room at the end of the corridor. It was a place specially used by the school to store painting materials. Qian Liang went there with Ah Feng. It was a small room without even a window.He didn't care too much, opened the door of the storage room, and pulled Ah Feng into it.

As soon as the door was locked, Ah Feng threw herself into Qian Liang's arms, crying softly.

Qian Liang put his arms around him, comforted him softly, and asked him why.

Ah Feng told the story while crying, and stopped crying after she finished speaking, feeling that she was very delicate, and such a small thing was worth shedding tears.Instead he smiled embarrassedly.

Qian Liang didn't laugh at him, he knew very well in his heart that this was normal.A person who has never been criticized has a very low mental threshold. Once denied, he may experience emotional abnormalities.Some people will be angry, some people will be very disappointed, and some people will feel wronged.His family's Ah Feng is the last one, just cry and cry, and he won't laugh at him.

Qian Liang wiped Ah Feng's face with his sleeve, then gently kissed him on the cheek, coaxing a few words in a low voice.After a while, Ah Feng's mood recovered.

The two slipped out of the storage room holding hands and went to dinner together.When they arrived at the small restaurant, Wang Tiezhu was already waiting for them.

As soon as Qian Liang sat down, Wang Tiezhu yelled, "I'm so late, I'm starving to death!"

Qian Liang hit him with chopsticks: "Eat your food."

Wang Tiezhu pursed his mouth, and said in a strange way: "You are so gentle when you treat others, but you are so cruel when you treat concubines, huh~~"

Which TV show did you learn this from?Qian Liang's forehead burst out with blue veins, and he kicked Wang Tiezhu's stool.

Wang Tiezhu accepted it as soon as he saw it. He knew that Qian Liang would really beat him up if he continued to be disgusted.

Qi Zangfeng told the story again, but of course he would never tell about his crying, it was embarrassing.

"Hi, it's normal." Wang Tiezhu said vaguely while holding his meal: "Do you know why I don't like liberal arts? It's because there is no universally recognized, unified and absolute scoring standard. Like my math test, as long as all the questions are answered correctly, the teacher No matter how much you don’t like me, you still have to give me full marks. Art is different. A score of seven depends on the objective, and a score of three depends on the subjective. Points are deducted. If it is science, my attitude has nothing to do with the score, even if I sleep in class, should I get full marks or full marks. "

Qian Liang did not refute him, but said to Ah Feng: "This is a typical engineering thinking, thinking that as long as things are done well, it will be fine. But there are many things in the world that cannot be solved by engineering thinking."

Ah Feng nodded and said: "What Tie Zhu said makes sense, and what A Liang said also makes sense. All in all, this is a lesson for me. The teacher is also for my own good. I want to put this painting at home and use it for self-examination. .”

Qian Liang rubbed Ah Feng's hair and picked up vegetables for him.

Since the second year of high school, the school has added evening self-study, requiring students to study at school from 7 o'clock to 9 o'clock before going back.The three of them went back to school after filling their stomachs.Qi Zangfeng is very confident in her painting, but her confidence is weaker in the culture class.Every night, he goes to Class No. [-] of Senior High to review cultural lessons.

Ding Zhixuan happened to be there too, she glanced at Qi Zangfeng's expression, and said with a smile, "How are you?"

Qi Zangfeng was a little surprised: "Did you see it?"

"Yes." Ding Zhixuan nodded.Qi Zangfeng is not very good at hiding her emotions.His eyes were so red that he looked unhappy.So Ding Zhixuan wanted to comfort him with a few words, but was interrupted by Qian Liang's appearance.

Qi Zangfeng is thin-skinned, knowing that her petty emotions have been seen by others, she is even more embarrassed.

Ding Zhixuan wanted to have a good relationship with Qi Zangfeng: "It was the first time I was scolded by the teacher, and it was also my reaction."

When she said this, the atmosphere between the two of them became less awkward, and they started chatting slowly.

Ding Zhixuan didn't lie to him, it's just that she was scolded by the teacher, that's something else.When she was in junior high school, she was always the best art student in the school, and she was always number one in the comprehensive evaluation.After entering high school, she thought she would continue her glory.When the results came out for the first time, she was overwhelmed by Qi Zangfeng and ranked second.After returning, she cried hard.

At first she was still not convinced, but every time, Qi Zangfeng was always in front of her.She touched her conscience and said that Qi Zangfeng was indeed better than her in painting, and gradually recognized him, feeling that he was indeed better than herself.

While chatting, Qi Zangfeng took out math textbooks and notebooks from her schoolbag.Ding Zhixuan saw the handwriting in the notebook that was completely different from Qi Zangfeng's math homework, and asked, "Isn't this your note?"

Qi Zangfeng shook his head: "It's mine."

"But this handwriting is different." Ding Zhixuan asked doubtfully.

"It was Ah Liang who did the basic knowledge coverage and key analysis for me. He said that I am an art student and his notes are not suitable for me, so he made a new one for me." Qi Zangfeng replied in detail.

"He is so kind to you!" Ding Zhixuan envied, "I also want to have such a friend."

"Yes, we are best friends." Qi Zangfeng kept A Liang's teachings in mind, and always claimed to be good friends.

"Then, can you lend me this note tonight?" Ding Zhixuan swore cheekily, "I promise I'll just read it, and it won't get dirty or damaged in the slightest." After finishing speaking, she whispered again Added: "My culture class is not very good."

Qi Zangfeng was a bit reluctant, but the students wanted to help each other, after thinking about it, they agreed.

Ding Zhixuan is beautiful, has a good personality, and has excellent grades, so she has many good friends.She read the notes when she got them, and immediately realized its value, so she called three or four friends to her house to help her copy the notes.