Chen Kuang spent the entire class time to finish reading the novel.
The ending was a tragedy.
He had seen it once and had already foreseen the tragedy. Everything was destined, but it could not be changed.
Chen Kuang put down his book and looked up at the clock on the wall. If he remembered correctly, there was still one hour left.
This class was self-study.
He subconsciously shifted his gaze to Su Yuxi, only to see her lying on the table, seemingly asleep.
……
Chen Kuang started drawing.
He had taught himself how to draw for a period of time, but because the results were too slow, he decisively gave up.
However, he still had some basic skills. Even if he only relied on self-study, he still had good sketching skills.
After all, he had worked hard. This was a skill that could be done well with hard work. If he was good at it, it would be more suitable for talent.
Chen Kuang's pencil slid across the white paper. His expression was very serious, completely immersed in his own world.
Forty minutes later.
On the white paper, a simple sketch was formed.
There was a tree in the background.
A long-legged girl stood upright under the tree.
Why long legs?
Don't ask. If you ask, you're a leg fetish.
The girl was wearing a simple spaghetti strap dress. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, her collarbones were exquisite, and her chest was slightly raised. The corner of the dress only reached half a foot above her knees. Her knees were round, and her calves were slender and straight.
Chen Kuang put down his pen.
The feeling of accomplishment was wonderful.
An Jinchu had been glancing at him occasionally, but Chen Kuang was so focused on drawing that he didn't notice. She didn't say anything to disturb him either.
She looked at Chen Kuang's painting and her eyes flickered.
Her eyes were filled with confusion.
" Why... is there no face?"
When Chen Kuang heard her voice, he looked at her and smiled. He blinked at her." Do you like it?"”
"Hmm?" An Jinchu was stunned.
Chen Kuang stretched out five fingers.
"If you like it, I can sell it to you."
"Sure," An Jinchu nodded.
Chen Kuang's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds. He turned his head and didn't say anything else. He held the pencil again.
Ten minutes later, one minute before the bell rang, Chen Kuang stopped writing. The timing was just right.
He handed the piece of paper to An Jinchu.
The girl under the tree, the scattered sunlight, the falling leaves, the smile, and the corner of her skirt that was blown by the wind.
He didn't need to stare at her face all the time. He had a good memory, and he had known An Jinchu for too long. Her face wasn't the type that could be forgotten with just one look.
" Hello…Hurry up." An Jinchu was stunned.
"I used to sketch people online. I had to do it quickly.”
"Alright then." An Jinchu took the piece of paper and put it in the history textbook. Then, he put the history textbook in his bag.
She had just bought her school bag. It was a brand that Chen Kuang could not understand. He was too lazy to search on Baidu, and he felt that it was not cheap.
An Jinchu wasn't the kind of person who would deliberately flaunt his wealth because there was no need to.
In Chen Kuang's memory, when he met An Jinchu, he had never seen her wearing anything like a necklace or a watch. She only had a hair band on her wrist occasionally.
As for her clothes, they basically didn't have a logo, and there was no way to guess the price. An Jinchu wouldn't mention it for no reason.
As for cosmetics, she rarely used them…Chen Kuang didn't know much about them.
Make-up was a skill that girls had to master. There was nothing to say about it. Make-up was also a basic requirement in many service industries.
This was very normal.
(So, boys are good at makeup and sewing, so it's not a big deal that they can make their own dresses.)
Okay, it was a little perverted.)
……
After school, Chen Kuang clapped his hands, tidied up his books, and then stuffed them into the hole in the desk. He was relaxed.
Half of the crowd had left the classroom after he had put away his books.
Chen Kuang pulled out a stool, looked at the empty seat beside Su Yuxi, and gently knocked on the table.
Su Yuxi raised her head. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were flushed.
"Do you want me or Su Shuangluo to send you?”Chen Kuang asked softly.
" Hmm…" Su Yuxi looked at him in a daze.
Su Shuangluo was walking towards them. Unlike Su Yuxi, Su Shuangluo also had her own clique.
Su Yuxi's personality was relatively simple, and she was a little cold to people she wasn't familiar with. Therefore, she usually didn't join other people's cliques, and she hated it when others surrounded her.
She liked simple and warm things.
Su Shuangluo was standing beside her, and Chen Kuang was also sitting there.
Chen Kuang winked at her.
"Choose Shuang Luo or me?"
Su Shuangluo knew Chen Kuang. In the past, Su Shuangluo, Su Yuxi, and Chen Kuang had been classmates in the third year of high school, so they had a good impression of Chen Kuang.
After all, Chen Kuang used to be a very obedient and gentle child.
Su Yuxi looked at the two of them adorably, then at Su Shuangluo with a confused look. Then, she glanced at Chen Kuang.
In the next second.
Under An Jinchu's casual gaze.
Su Yuxi grabbed Luo Chen's hand.
"I'm leaving with you."
Her voice was weak.
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