TMISIU- chapter 17

The president of Xiao Wei Comics Club waited anxiously in the morning to exchange opinions with the only reader of the club, who was neither late nor early.

Entering the classroom with a cold face, he pulled out the chair and sat down before putting on the headphones and started reading a book.

The whole set of actions followed as if it was engraved in the DNA.

Wei Ying was entangled for quite a while, but couldn’t help but lean forward.

He held out two index fingers to compare with the small square and asked mysteriously:

“How?” His tone was like a gangster in the middle of the night.

Lan Zhan took off his earphones, his long eyelashes drooped.

He glanced at Wei Ying’s fingers, then looked at Wei Ying’s blinking eyes, his tone was indifferent: “How about what?”

Wei Ying fingers stopped for a while. Could it be that after he quietly put the drawing in Lan Zhan’s school bag yesterday, Lan Zhan didn’t see it when he went back?

Still hadn’t opened the bag at all?

He was anxious, so he took Lan Zhan’s school bag behind the chair and looked down, looking more and more anxious, like a thief who robbed the bag and opened it to see valuable things were not inside.

“…” Lan Zhan frowned slightly, trying to say something, but only pursed his lower lip.

“Why is it not here?”

There were not many things in the bag. Wei Ying looked through it for a while, but he didn’t see the shadow of the drawing at all, and his expression was as sad as a concubine.

He stuck his head into his bag again, and carefully checked the bottom of Lan Zhan’s school bag.

“There is no hole either, ah.”

Wei Ying was about to continue to check whether it was stuck in the book when he heard a very low laughter, he immediately raised his head and looked at Lan Zhan.

He caught him now. Lan Zhan still kept his face cold, and the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared in the last microsecond.

Wei Ying squinted his eyes and said confidently: “You are teasing me.”

Lan Zhan took the bag from Wei Ying’s arms, raised his eyebrows as he said, “Yes?”

Wei Ying found that Lan Zhan’s mood seemed to be sunny today, so he decided not to care about it.

He leaned over to look at Lan Zhan, his long curly eyelashes tucked in the morning light that had slipped in.

He asked with a low voice: “How is it?”

In the meantime, he made up a reason for his behavior: “Our art club is going to transform. I plan to switch to comics. Let me see how it goes.”

To be honest, he was a little nervous, not because he was afraid that he could not draw well, but he was afraid Lan Zhan was annoyed by that.

After all, Lan Zhan had always said that he wasted time doing useless things.

Lan Zhan lowered his head to read the English novel that he hadn’t read last night.

After turning a page, he casually commented: “It’s okay.”

Wei Ying let out a long sigh of relief. Lan Zhan didn’t say no, so it was not bad.

He was satisfied. He took out the paper that Lan Zhan gave him last night and continued to work on the question.

Halfway through it, he poked Lan Zhan through his school uniform with a pen and said, “I can’t do this question.”

Lan Zhan seemed to be in a really good mood today. He briefly explained his idea of ​​solving the problem, and then said, “The Physics question yesterday.”

Wei Ying was stunned before realizing that Lan Zhan was referring to the question that he asked Lan Zhan yesterday, to which he replied that he could not do it.

He shook his head and said, “Thank you, but no need. I asked Wen Qing in the morning and she can do it.”

Then Wei Ying saw Lan Zhan’s face turned from sunny to cloudy to a blizzard again.

Wei Ying thought to himself that Lan Zhan might not be as indifferent about grades as it was on the surface. Wasn’t this also quite a deep prejudice to the second place?

He thought for a while, and said empathetically: “You definitely can do that question too.”

Wei Ying, in the sea of ​​questions like mountains, took a little time every day to draw the comic, and insisted on drawing them for more than a week.

He felt that it was easy at first, but his idea on what to draw became lesser, so he went to the library to borrow a book of “The Latest Humorous Stories”, which he didn’t realize that it was published in 2015.

One night after school, Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan got in the car of Gu’s family to go back.

Not long after they sat there, Jiang Cheng saw Lan Zhan opened his backpack and rummaged through it, looking for something.

“Did you drop anything in the classroom?” Jiang Cheng asked.

“No.”

Jiang Cheng leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. He was a little tired all day and planned to squint in the car for a while.

But he suddenly heard a very low laugh. Jiang Cheng quickly opened his eyes and looked aside, Lan Zhan was still expressionless under the dim car lights.

Jiang Cheng asked suspiciously: “What are you laughing at?”

“It’s nothing.”

Jiang Cheng said “Oh” and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

Lan Zhan opened the paper in his hand again, and the protagonist of today’s four-frame comic was a peach-shaped gummy candy.

In the first grid, the gummy was walking on the street, the second grid, it was walking, and in the third grid, the peach was still walking. The fourth grid, the gummy bent down and says, “My feet are so soft.”

After it went on like this for a few days, it was impossible for Jiang Cheng to not find that something was wrong.

He once deliberately pretended to sleep in the car, squinted and saw Lan Zhan taking out a piece of paper from his backpack and looking at it.

After reading it, he folded the paper carefully and put it in the bag, his face calm from the start until the end.

Jiang Cheng couldn’t help wondering if Lan Zhan had fallen in love, but as soon as this idea came out, he was choked off by himself.

It was absolutely impossible.

Except for Zhou Lusi, the youngest daughter of the Lan family and the Zhou family, Lan Zhan only had a few female friends.

There had been so many girls chasing Lan Zhan over the years, but none of them had succeeded.

He was very curious, but he didn’t dare to secretly look at Lan Zhan’s backpack.

Lan Zhan had a strong desire to control his personal belongings.

No one, including him and Gu Yihan, could randomly take Lan Zhan’s things, whether it was the school bag or the things in his room.

Jiang Cheng remembered that when he was doing homework in Lan Zhan’s room during summer vacation, he saw a wooden box placed in the bookcase.

The box had been there for a long time, locked, but at that time, it wasn’t. It seemed like it had just been opened by Lan Zhan.

Jiang Cheng quietly opened the box while Lan Zhan was out and took a look, and found that there were dozens of letters, a rolled up painting, and a copy of Chinese composition.

Because the copy of the composition was placed on the top, he recognized it at a glance.

It was one of the essays printed by the Chinese Language group in the first year of high school after the final exam.

At that time, the Chinese teacher in his class said that this composition was from Yanping County High School, and the title was “The Man Who Chased the Moon.”

Jiang Cheng was impressed because his female classmate was crying at that time.

When Jiang Cheng wanted to continue to read the letters below, Lan Zhan calmly called his full name.

That time, Lan Zhan was very angry, and Jiang Cheng was so frightened that he didn’t dare to go to Lan Zhan’s room to do his homework for a few days.

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In addition to studying and serializing comics, Wei Ying was also thinking about making money to buy a mobile phone.

He finally caught a business opportunity after returning to his dorm that one night.

“Ying ge, I beg you, I really can’t finish painting. You don’t know how many paintings Hu jie asked us to do during the four-day National Day holiday. My hands had become Parkinson because of drawing, and my eyes are about to detach from the retina!”

Guo Cheng wiped his tears with his hands soaked in paint.

Guo Cheng’s art teacher, Hu Ting, was a well-known female king in the Art Department of Gusu High School. She had a fierce temper. If anyone dared to delay handing in homework, she could yell at this person for an hour without breathing.

“I really don’t have time.” Wei Ying simply refused. He hadn’t finished papers given by Shen Xiao Hai yet, and the drawing hadn’t being drawn yet either.

Guo Cheng begged for a long time, but Wei Ying still remained unmoved.

He had no other choices. Thinking of his National Day travel plan, he reluctantly persuaded: “Otherwise, Ying ge, how about I pay you to paint? 100 yuan a piece, you can draw five for me!”

The tips of Wei Ying’s ears moved, but his expression did not show any flaws. He frowned and hesitated before saying, “This is not so good. What if the painting I paint doesn’t look like yours, what if your teacher finds out.”

Guo Cheng sense a little looseness, so he quickly hit the iron while it was hot and said: “Am I not believing in your painting skills? You are good, I will definitely bring you delicious food when I come back from this trip!”

Wei Ying hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, “Forget it, I have too much homework and I don’t have enough time.”

Guo Cheng was heartbroken and gritted his teeth as he said: “I will give you 200 a sheet. You don’t need to paint too well, just follow my garbage level!”

“Deal.”

Wei Ying snapped his fingers and decided with satisfaction.

The day before the National Day holiday, the entire class was frantically rushing for the National Day homework, trying to squeeze out more vacation time.

Nei Huaisang and the tablemate Luo Qingyang were arguing again.

After the argument, they started a cold war so he turned to harass Wei Ying: “Ying ge, are you going out to play this holiday? Grand-aunt will take me to Korea to watch her idol concert.”

Wei Ying was immersed in the National Day homework, and did not look up when he heard the words: “Not playing.”

He didn’t want to take a holiday at all. During the holiday, he couldn’t see Lan Zhan, and he didn’t have a mobile phone.

Wei Ying glanced at Lan Zhan on the side, wondering what plan Lan Zhan had, so he pretended to ask casually: “Tablemate, are you going out to play?”

Nei Huaisang interrupted and said: “I know! I heard Yogurt say that he is going to Japan with Xuesheng. I’m so jealous.”

He didn’t want to accompany Nei Xiaoting to South Korea as a coolie.

Wei Ying lowered his eyelashes, turned the pen in a circle, and said dryly: “Just four days, you are still going abroad, can you have time?”

He also wanted to go to Japan with Lan Zhan, but if he had the money, it would be nice to go around Gusu City.

Nei Huaisang said: “Japan and South Korea are very close. But there is not much time to write homework. Ying ge, if you have a mobile phone, I can take pictures of delicious food for you. In exchange, you can take pictures of homework and let me copy them.”

Wei Ying was so annoyed that he decided not to add Nei Huaisang to his friend after buying a mobile phone.

He threw the pen and slept on the desk, with his head resting on his arm and his face facing the other side.

Nei Huaisang noticed that Wei Ying seemed to be upset, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said, “Ying ge, don’t worry, I’ll bring you a present from Korea!”

“Don’t disturb me sleeping.” Wei Ying said with his eyes closed.

Nei Huaisang stretched out his hand to rub Wei Ying’s head, however, as soon as he was about to put his claw on it, Lan Zhan glanced at him.

He subconsciously retracted his paw and turned back honestly, feeling embarrassed that he stole the neighbour’s cat and was stared at by the neighbour.

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During the four-day National Day holiday, Wei Ying was the only one living in the entire dormitory building.

Every time he went out to eat, he and the uncle who was left behind to take care of him had to stare at each other.

Wei Ying finished all his homework in the first two days.

From seven o’clock in the morning to eleven o’clock in the evening, he barely rested except for eating and bathing.

From the third day on, he got up again at seven and began to paint for Guo Cheng, three still-life paintings, and two character paintings.

It would not be difficult for Wei Ying to simply paint them, but he had to imitate Guo Cheng’s paintings.

The other was carving flowers out of shit, so he had to mix shit with flowers, and the feeling was no different from eating flies.

From the sunrise to the moonrise, the three paintings were completed. Wei Ying faced the three paintings and felt that he really suffered from Parkinson and his eyes would detach his retina.

On the last day of the holiday, he finished the last two paintings and his hands were sore that he couldn’t hold a pen.

“The 200 yuan is really not enough.” Wei Ying gritted his teeth.

Only if he know that a few years later, when he remembered that he had only sold them for 200 yuan that year, he wanted to let Guo Cheng, a petty man, pay him 2 million.

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