Chapter 7, You Are My Model

Xiao Zhengyu forced a smile: "Is that so? If not you, then who else could it be"

She replied stiffly, "I know"

Li Youwei's Adam's apple moved: "Go get me a carbon pencil"

Li Youwei retorted: "Only six points?"

Li Youwei smiled: "There is only this matter, I have never doubted you"

Alright, alright, stop crowding around Xue Yuan. Everyone, change your clothes and do your makeup, as the exhibition is about to begin soon. He Yuntang's voice alleviated Xue Yuan's urgent predicament

Her gossip, rich in advisory spirit, compelled Xue Yuan to show appreciation and lift her eyelids to listen. He Yuntang, however, thought she was interested, so she spoke even more mysteriously: "Once there was a very beautiful young girl who bravely confessed her feelings to Secretary Xiao, but the next day she left with her bag, crying and sniffling. No matter how we asked her the reason, she refused to speak. We couldn't figure out what kind of fright Zhang had instilled in her."

I know the same.

She came out of the auditorium on the first floor of the library and first went to the exhibition hall in the adjacent building to view the outstanding graduation works of this year's graduates—she had actually visited more than once, but she still wanted to go and take another look. There were only a few visitors in the exhibition hall, far fewer than the bustling scene of one or two months ago. The variety included traditional Chinese painting, watercolor, oil painting, and sculpture; in terms of quality comparison, there was indeed a considerable distance from the works exhibited at the Boyi Gallery.

Good

However, she no longer spoke, turned over, buried her head in the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep

As she turned over, a photo frame unexpectedly appeared beneath the pillow. Xiao Zhengyu lowered his head and silently gazed at it; it was a picture of the young Zhang Lingli and Li Youwei, sitting on the grass, their heads leaning together, smiling radiantly in the sunlight. The location of the photograph was uncertain, but the building behind them, with its purple roof covered in ivy, looked particularly familiar. He picked up the frame and turned it over, where the names of the two were written in English, with the date being ten years ago. The location of the photograph was uncertain, but the building behind them, with its purple roof covered in ivy, looked particularly familiar. He picked up the frame and turned it over, where the names of the two were written in English, with the date being ten years ago.

The sharp sarcasm, however, brought considerable pleasure to Li Youwei, who lightly tapped the easel and said, "Are you feeling spirited now? I've noticed you've lost quite a bit of weight these past few days"

Zhang Lingli made a sound of acknowledgment and helped him to stand up with difficulty. Xiao Zhengyu opened the door, and she walked straight in without changing her shoes, feeling her way in the dark towards the interior of the room. When she encountered what seemed to be a bed, she collapsed onto it to sleep. Xiao Zhengyu, who was watching all of this, could only feel helpless. He turned on the air conditioning, took off his shoes, and then bent down to pull the blanket over her.

I know, but I really have no relationship with Xiao Zhengyu. Xue Yuan smiled bitterly, thinking to herself that she had no time to think about these things

As if to prove the reliability of this statement, he truly let go of his hand and took a half step back

The night has not yet come to an end. The small town lies in slumber, the houses are asleep. The streets are in a state of repose. The only presence is darkness, the darkness that comes before dawn. Everything breathes in a low and even rhythm, time flows like water, coming and going—Xue Yuan suddenly felt a moment of daze, as if she were not in this stifling classroom, but rather in that Jiangnan town amidst the mountains and waters.

The school leadership likely also believes that this place is indeed not suitable for a prolonged stay, and the graduation ceremony proceeded very swiftly. As soon as the words "the end" were uttered, the graduates surged out in a crowd. Xue Yuan, holding two certificates, listened to the buzzing noise around her, pushing and shoving through the throng of people, surrounded by people everywhere, and in that moment, she felt a sense of uncertainty about where to go next

"I have never blamed you," Xue Yuan shook her head, "After all, I am your elder sister, how could I blame you? At that time, in your eyes, I must have seemed both proud and detestable."

He said: "Don't move. I won't do anything."

A busy week has come to an end, and the next thing to face is graduation

She smiled shyly, and Xue Yuan couldn't help but smile in understanding as well. Supporting her shoulder, she turned around in place and said, "Huang Wan has arrived, you two lovebirds go ahead. I will wander around the school for a bit."

Well

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The Jiangnan town depicted by him resembles her hometown so much, yet it differs from the place that supports her spirit and emotions. She fell into a long contemplation; Li Youwei gazed at the painting for a moment and softly asked her: "How is it? How similar is it to your home?"

She sat still, while Li Youwei had his hands tucked into his pockets. He was already tall, dressed in straight black trousers, and from Xue Yuan's perspective, his broad shoulders and narrow waist created a perfect line that tapered down from his shoulders to his waist, making his legs appear remarkably long.

She had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, and her skin was slightly tinged with a faint red hue. From this perspective, it was not surprising that someone might develop an interest, but it was indeed unusual for that person to be so unrestrained. Xiao Zhengyu tightened her shawl and advised her: "Do not be angry. Anger harms the liver and affects the gallbladder; it is best to let it go."

Xue Yuan replied reluctantly, "Is that so"

The voice on the other end of the phone was succinct: "Where have you been! Come down!"

Sketching, especially quick sketches, is one of the most interesting forms of painting and is also a primary indicator of a person's talent. Li Youwei's tone changed as he said, "Such spontaneous sketches can sometimes be more profound than meticulously crafted works. Hegel regarded these sketches as miracles, where the entire spirit is directly concentrated into the skillful hands, revealing everything contained within the writer's soul in a moment of creation. In fact, this aligns with our ancient saying, 'Writing is inherently natural, and the exquisite work is occasionally achieved by a skilled hand.'" Hegel regarded these sketches as miracles, where the entire spirit is directly concentrated into the skillful hands, revealing everything contained within the writer's soul in a moment of creation. In fact, this aligns with our ancient saying, 'Writing is inherently natural, and the exquisite work is occasionally achieved by a skilled hand.'

No need, I will go on time

Xiao Zhengyu's mind was in a state of chaos, with countless thoughts swirling around, yet the only certainty he had was one thing: perhaps his mind was not as effective as he had imagined. He might possess the ability to remember everything at a glance, but at this moment, he had no strategy.

Go to the classroom and take a look

Sketching is about constructing a structure; it requires a sense of space and layering, using simple lines to outline light and shadow as well as space, which greatly tests one's skills and techniques. Li Youwei's hand reached over her shoulder, pointing and gesturing on the drawing paper, "You cannot achieve this. It seems you are quite lacking in talent for painting, or perhaps your foundation is too weak, as you have not even mastered the basics of points, planes, and lines."

After bringing two people to the empty room in the exhibition hall, Zhang Lingli's face turned sinister. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and finally, she kicked over a stool, "Beast in human clothing! How many lifetimes has it been since you've seen a woman, that you dare to lay your hands on me! Do you think I am like other women, that money can buy me?"

When he paints, he seems to transform into another person, with a face like jade and an expression akin to a marble slab, devoid of any hint of a smile. The world around him has vanished, with no sound, no shadows of people, no color, and no time; the only existence is in black and white. Finally, he sets down his brush and speaks in a low voice: "Draw the curtains."

There were still five or six other female colleagues in the office, each casting a fiery gaze at him. Under such scrutiny, Xiao Zhengyu found it impossible to stay, and it was even more inconvenient to ask or say anything further. He simply smiled at his colleagues and quickly left. As he reached the door, he heard a very low voice drift over: "I bet you, their relationship is definitely not ordinary." He was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and laughed to himself. Under such scrutiny, Xiao Zhengyu found it impossible to stay, and it was even more inconvenient to ask or say anything further. He simply smiled at his colleagues and quickly left. As he reached the door, he heard a very low voice drift over: "I bet you, their relationship is definitely not ordinary." He was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and laughed to himself.

Xue Yuan remained silent on the other end of the phone. After a moment of silence, he said: "Can you come to work tomorrow? If you cannot come, I can help you request leave from the Human Resources Department."

It was a long time before she mumbled a sentence. "He is back... very well... but... it may not necessarily be because of me"

The light from the wall lamp fell on her slightly curled eyelashes, casting a play of light and shadow beneath her eyelids. This upscale apartment was unusually quiet, making the sound of the air conditioning seem frighteningly loud, whooshing as if an inexplicable giant beast were breathing in a rhythmic manner

I initially wanted to ask, "When did you see me lose some weight?" but I finally held back, making a great effort to appear calm and composed: "Why are you so persistent with me? What do you really want?"

Xue Yuan gathered her spirits and nodded. Seeing her humble and eager-to-learn demeanor, He Yuntang felt a surge of accomplishment, and thus patted her on the shoulder: "You can ask me about anything related to Boyi. Although I know little, I have at least spent three more years here than you. Looking around, every painting is worth thousands or even tens of thousands, all considered high art, with bright lighting, but the reality behind it is not so glamorous."

Because I cannot vent my anger on outsiders, I direct it all at him: "Where have you been again! When did I allow you to leave! One after another, it's the same! He is like this, and you are too! You come and go as you please, what do you take me for!"

As she said, apart from having a slightly worse complexion than yesterday and some slight swelling around her eyes, Xue Yuan appeared to be almost normal. Xiao Zhengyu arrived at the gallery early in the morning, first escorting Zhang Lingli to her office, and then went to find Xue Yuan: "Are you alright?"

These were all things she had not considered before. Xue Yuan listened quietly

Xue Yuan did not even raise her head: "When those in higher positions do not uphold proper conduct and behave improperly, those below will follow suit, and that is all there is to it"

Xiao Zhengyu fell silent for a moment: "Regardless, you have carried this burden for so many years, and you must be tired. Now that he has returned, perhaps you can take it a little easier."

Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the apartment building where she lived. Xiao Zhengyu parked the car steadily, called out to her twice, but received no response. Turning back, he leaned in to take a closer look and found that she was almost asleep.

On the day of the graduation ceremony, Xue Yuan returned to the school. The lecture hall on the second floor of the library was filled to capacity, and the air conditioning was far from sufficient. Coupled with the extremely non-breathable graduation gowns, everyone struggled to keep their eyes open, with sweat dripping down from their eyelashes. As the weather heated up, any sense of graduation sentiment faded away, and all that was left was the desire to have received the certificate earlier and left.

Due to the extreme heat, the two individuals removed their graduation gowns and returned them to the counselor, then stood by the piano outside the auditorium waiting for Huang Wan to arrive

Next, Xue Yuan suffered misfortune. Clearly in poor spirits and mood, she still had to muster the strength to face the crowd's probing questions like "What is your relationship with Secretary Xiao?" She wanted to explode but lacked the energy, holding her head and not wanting to say a word

He asked her, "Are you doing well"

In the car, Zhang Lingli had her eyes closed, dozing off. She sat in the back seat, curled up like a child. The once brightly dressed career woman, who had been so vibrant half an hour ago, only let her guard down in front of him. At this time, it was nearly midnight, and there were significantly fewer vehicles on the road, yet Xiao Zhengyu maintained his usual speed.

I do not know either, "Xue Yuan said with a bitter smile, "I try my best not to think about it."

Four years ago in September, I arrived at this school and felt out of place; today, four years later, as I face graduation, that sense of alienation seems to have fermented like wine, becoming increasingly ingrained in my bones

The room was enveloped in tranquility. In the dim light, it seemed as though the space was covered by a layer of gray gauze. An ordinary sketch, through his embellishment, radiated a new appearance.

Xiao Zhengyu smiled wryly, realizing that it was truly difficult to appease the queen when she was in a temper. In the end, he could only gently comfort her: "I just went upstairs. I apologize. This matter was due to my momentary oversight; I did not inquire properly about this person's background and preferences when preparing the list. I will be more careful next time"

I will pick you up tomorrow morning

It seems that your drawing skills are not very good

He sincerely apologized, and Zhang Lingli lost her temper as well, slumping on the sofa and covering her eyelids with her hand

Over these years, have you ever regretted it? I can see that you don't have much interest in painting or art design, " Ding Yinan looked at her, " in fact, it's only now that I would ask you this.

A person's feet can find their way on their own. Upon exiting the exhibition hall, I skillfully made my way to the teaching building of the Art and Design Department. The spacious building was nearly devoid of people. It was already early July, and the lower-year students had all gone on summer vacation, leaving only the fourth-year students behind.

That would be wonderful! He Yuntang lowered her voice in a strange manner, her gaze sweeping ambiguously around the room. "We are merely joking around; no one truly harbors any improper thoughts about Xiao Zhengyu. His relationship with General Manager Zhang has long been a well-known secret. This morning, the two of them came to the company together, hehe."

This is not the first time encountering such a situation. Xiao Zhengyu skillfully opened the car door and picked her up, walking into the elevator. She was lighter than he had imagined, and he did not feel tired at all until they reached the door of her apartment. It was only because he needed to open the door that Xiao Zhengyu had to wake her up: "Lingli, we are home. You should sleep on the bed." wwwhetushu .com com

Xue Yuan did not want to return to the dormitory to face the mess, nor did she have any desire to take photos with her classmates. In fact, there were not many who came to invite her for a group photo—she was more aware than anyone else of how she had been perceived as a monster and an outlier during her four years in college. The three-year age gap, the inherent sense of alienation, and the barriers existed regardless, like a thorn. Four years had passed, and her interpersonal relationships were stale; apart from Ding Yinan, one could say she had no friends at all. She was more aware than anyone else of how she had been perceived as a monster and an outlier during her four years in college. The three-year age gap, the inherent sense of alienation, and the barriers existed regardless, like a thorn. Four years had passed, and her interpersonal relationships were stale; apart from Ding Yinan, one could say she had no friends at all

Where are you going

Zhang Lingli is indeed very anxious. The cocktail party is nearly over, and the journalists are leaving with ample material and exquisite gifts. The collectors have inquired about the market prices of their desired artworks, while the remaining attendees have once again strengthened or weakened their relationships amidst laughter and conversation

Xiao Zhengyu cast a glance at the person who had just been conversing with Zhang Lingli. That individual was still leering over in this direction, causing Xiao Zhengyu to frown repeatedly: "Is it that Director Luo again? His eyes are glued to you."

An untimely voice interrupted my deep thoughts: "A sketch? Is it of your home?"

Xiao Zhengyu was taken aback, forcing himself to remain calm, and infused a hint of laughter into his voice: "That's great, but hasn't he been out of touch with this circle for the past few years? Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate for him to return all of a sudden?"

She pushed open the classroom located in the corner on the first floor. More than ten easels were scattered throughout the room in a completely haphazard manner, with stools askew and in disarray, creating a posture that clearly conveyed "no visitors welcome." The sunlight near noon illuminated the dust dancing in the air, the scattered brushes and paints, and the crumpled pieces of paper smeared with various colors. Despite the apparent messiness and disorder of the classroom, under Xue Yuan's prolonged gaze, it seemed to radiate a vibrant and lively essence.

Xue Yuan turned around, ready to curse, but she was stunned by his next action. He did not move closer, but simply traced a circle along the contours of her face with his finger, revealing an extremely satisfied smile, "I like your features and appearance. From now on, you will be my model"

She reluctantly uttered a "hm" while thinking to herself that if he dared to put his hand on her when picking her up, she would retaliate. However, Li Youwei's hands remained neatly in his pockets, showing no sign of movement.

Indeed not

This face is hard to forget. It just so happens to be the superior of my superior. Xue Yuan wore a cold expression and said: "It's you again!"

He does not mind Xue Yuan's cold face, which is as kind as that of a kindergarten teacher: "What’s wrong? Your face looks so bad. You weren’t like this in front of Zhang Lingli, were you? I didn’t know you spoke to the boss like this."

Xue Yuan found her former seat, propped up the stool and sat down, just as a 40-centimeter piece of drawing paper was clamped on the easel; inspired, she casually picked up a half-broken charcoal pencil from the ground and made a stroke on the white paper, beginning to sketch.

His car is still parked at the hotel, so he took a taxi home

Do not be surprised, " He Yuntang shrugged and smiled, " news about Xiao Zhengyu always spreads very quickly. It is normal for everyone to gossip a little; there is no malice involved.

The warm atmosphere that had just existed was completely gone, and the two returned to the moment they first met. Xue Yuan felt as if the body that had stiffened was not her own

"It was only after getting to know you that I realized you are truly a good person," Ding Yinan said, holding her hand. "Although I only discovered this fact in my third year, I am very glad that I did not miss out on you"

The summer weather is hot, and a person has been sitting in the classroom for too long, with sweat seeping from the back of their neck, their shirt sticking uncomfortably to their body; at this moment, they cannot afford to pay attention to these trivial details, and their hand holding the pencil continues to move swiftly until the graphite core of the pencil is completely used up. Only then do they seriously look at what they have just drawn, let out a desperate sigh, and throw the pencil down heavily.

The exhibition continued as usual in the following days. Although the foot traffic was not as large as on the first day, it was still quite considerable. With numerous matters to attend to, I was kept busy and unable to spare any time. Just as I sent one guest off, more visitors arrived with inquiries.

She glanced back at the newcomer, her face blank, and turned away.

Ding Yinan shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum: "How can this work with just you and a book? You're all alone, and it wouldn't be fun for me to play by myself."

Xue Yuan couldn't help but embrace her: "It's okay"

"The painting depicts Jiangnan, but it is not my hometown." Xue Yuan wearily shook her head, "Yet I do not know what exactly is missing."

Li Youwei remained silent for a long time, bending down from above her head, his chin almost brushing against her hair. He studied the rough sketch and asked, "Is this sketch of your home? I remember your home is in Qian Town in Jiangnan, right"

Xue Yuan looked at this person as if she were meeting him for the first time, tilting her head to glance at him. His head was directly above her, and his expression was somewhat unclear. However, the impression of his chin was quite profound: it was shaped like an inverted triangle, with rounded corners, and his jawline slightly protruded.

He pushed the door open and walked out while making a phone call to Xue Yuan, but there was still no answer on the other end; after hanging up, he was already in the exhibition hall, where the post-event lobby revealed a sense of desolation, as if the place had been emptied of people, with the fragrance of wine and perfume wafting towards him. He inquired about the situation with several supervisors and confirmed that everything was proceeding according to plan before returning to his hotel room. At this time, Zhang Lingli had already washed her face, changed her clothes, and removed her makeup. She took the car keys out of her bag and tossed them to him: "Take me back." He inquired about the situation with several supervisors and confirmed that everything was proceeding according to plan before returning to his hotel room. At this time, Zhang Lingli had already washed her face, changed her clothes, and removed her makeup. She took the car keys out of her bag and tossed them to him: "Take me back."

He Yuntang has always been grateful to Xue Yuan for helping her out yesterday. At this moment, she noticed that Xue Yuan appeared to be in low spirits. However, due to her status as a newcomer and her unfamiliarity with the environment, she felt it inappropriate to confront her gossiping colleagues. Therefore, she helped to disperse the crowd and took a chair to sit down in front of her, pouring a glass of water and handing it to her. Xue Yuan took the cup but did not drink from it; instead, she first said, "Thank you."

His candor left Xue Yuan at a loss for words. She touched her forehead and laughed self-deprecatingly: "You appearing before me at this moment is certainly not to help me revise my painting. Such coincidences do not exist in this world."

Zhang Lingli softly murmured "mm," as if speaking to herself, and said: "Tonight, Wei mentioned that he would be coming back, just this month"

"Very good, very good." She merely uttered this phrase in a dry manner and then continued to organize the items on the table

Li Youwei shook his head: "I have been to Qian Town many times. It is you who have set your expectations too high and are biased."

She did not know what to draw, yet the pen moved uncontrollably, as if it had a will of its own, wandering endlessly across the paper. Throughout her four years in university, the subject she excelled in the most among all her major courses was perhaps sketching

Li Youwei held a carbon pencil and suddenly made a bold stroke on the drawing, making repairs to her original work. He captured the details with great precision, adding a stroke under the eaves; placing two small grasses by the edge of the stone slab; outlining the shape of bricks on the bridge; and layering a reflection in the flowing water

However, this is naturally unavoidable. In the past two thousand years, there have only been a few true artistic geniuses in the world. It is already quite rare for a young person in their early twenties to master proficient painting skills. Today's young students have received a uniform education, leading to largely similar thoughts; most of what they can conceive has already been articulated by their predecessors. So-called excellent works are merely those that possess a bit more inspiration or a bit more emotion than others, but that is sufficient. Sometimes, it may just be that little bit of inspiration and emotion that ultimately gives rise to remarkable masters

What is missing?

six minutes

Xue Yuan's gaze never left his hand and the painting beneath it for a moment. Just like countless times before when watching others paint, one never knows what such a gaze will yield. Only long after the event does one come to realize that, regardless of whether the painting is good or bad, the feeling of anticipation carried during the observation is always genuine

However, she does not mind at all; in fact, she wishes to remain this busy, preferably without having to think about her own matters for even a minute. Xue Yuan not only diligently attends to her own responsibilities but also assists others whenever possible. In the eyes of her superiors, she is undoubtedly a promising newcomer worthy of guidance. Before long, everyone in the organization became aware of her, and she often received attention from passersby while walking down the street

As the guests were about to disperse, she found herself entangled with a certain influential figure whom she could not afford to offend. No matter what, she could not extricate herself; due to the constraints of her status, she could not turn against the guests. Just when she was in a state of utter distress, Xiao Zhengyu appeared like a savior. He nodded slightly to the other party, then looked at Zhang Lingli and said, "General Manager Zhang, there is an urgent matter over there that requires your attention." Zhang Lingli secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she would leave as soon as she could, feeling the scorching gaze behind her, and she couldn't help but tighten her shawl.

Yes, it is only six points

She stood up to get the pen, and he naturally took her vacated seat. When she handed him the pen, she suddenly remembered why she had obediently complied—most likely, it was because she had been captivated by his lengthy discourse.

Only the organizers are left to clean up the aftermath, organizing the event is laborious and demanding, and negotiating with people is mentally taxing. At times like this, Zhang Lingli wishes she had a robot to take over the tasks. With a charming smile, she bids farewell to one guest after another, concluding with, "Thank you for your support, please be sure to attend next week's auction."

Zhang Lingli chuckled softly twice and said, "You still underestimate him after all."

Very well, thank you for your concern She spoke in a very calm voice, showing no signs of disturbance, and the embarrassment and helplessness she had when rushing into the elevator one or two hours ago had completely vanished

Xue Yuan said: "Yi Nan, you don't need to accompany me, go find your friends yourself"

To be honest, perhaps it was the same for everyone. Ding Yinan reminisced about her years in university with a sense of nostalgia. "When you first entered, your academic scores seemed to be the highest in the entire school, truly astonishingly high. You were also so beautiful, exuding an air of scholarly elegance, so different from us. Moreover, you were older than us, which naturally made you seem unattainable. Back then, you were not fond of speaking or laughing, always wearing a serious expression, quietly reading thick books in the library, and keeping to yourself, which made you even more difficult to approach.

Xiao Zhengyu observed her emotions calming down and took her casual clothes from the wardrobe, placing them beside her: "You change your clothes first, I will go out to handle the final matters with the hotel manager."

The subtlety lies in the details. His words are absolutely correct. Sketch landscapes directly symbolize the varying levels of the artist's skill. Works of lower quality, after a brief gaze, may lead one to believe they have seen everything; however, more accomplished sketches, while not necessarily employing more brushwork, maintain the same simplicity yet can inspire the viewer's imagination and provoke thought after appreciation. Works of lower quality, after a brief gaze, may lead one to believe they have seen everything; however, more accomplished sketches, while not necessarily employing more brushwork, maintain the same simplicity yet can inspire the viewer's imagination and provoke thought after appreciation

The phone rang in the car; it was a call from Xue Yuan, who said that he was just in the car and it was too noisy, so he did not see the call he made.

Xue Yuan acted in accordance with the words spoken

She averted her gaze, her voice much softer than before: "Well, I know that too"

Have you forgotten me? I have not forgotten you for even a moment. Xue Yuan, the footsteps behind her drew closer, a smooth voice and breath swirling at the nape of her neck. A hand reached out from the left side, gently brushing aside a lock of hair that had stuck to her forehead due to sweat. No matter how low and gloomy Xue Yuan's mood was, she could not help but feel anger. In the moment she was about to slam the table, the person behind her skillfully retreated half a meter behind her, leaving her grasping at air, only to see him reveal a calm smile filled with mirth.

Each group of friends has arranged a dinner time, leaving in batches of three to five, some taking photos, some heading back to the dormitory to pack, and others moving out

Li Youwei's lips curled into a smile as he strode towards her with long strides. With his long arms and legs, his clothes fluttered as he walked. Xue Yuan felt a sense of foreboding and retreated several steps in quick succession. However, in the chaotic classroom, she tripped over the legs of a chair twice in a row, and finally, she simply turned around and ran. Yet, she was a step too late, as he caught her wrist at the door, and then his arm wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into an embrace.

I have always felt very sorry for you," Ding Yinan said, "In my freshman year, I should not have joined them in excluding you.

When women talk about these sensational news stories, it is like a car with a broken brake, and He Yuntang is no exception. With no one else in the office, she sighed and lowered her voice: "President Zhang has not married all these years, and it is said that it has something to do with Xiao Zhengyu to some extent. I do not know the specific details, but in short, Xiaoyuan, if you want to stay at Boyi a little longer, do not get too close to Xiao Zhengyu."

The room was dimly lit, and Xue Yuan could hardly see his face, yet she still made an effort to distinguish his features, trying to meet his gaze in the darkness: "You may say that I cannot produce good paintings, but you cannot say that I lack the ability to discern between good and bad art."