Wednesday, the whole day was full of classes, which was a nightmare and difficult day for the illustration class.

Probably because he was afraid that he would not be full, the breakfast that Shao Tingfeng prepared that day was as sumptuous as a running table, but he still stubbornly served a half-cooked egg, which was out of place among the many exquisite and sophisticated breakfasts.

No matter how slow Cheng Fei was, he finally understood: "Did you boil the eggs?"

Shao Tingfeng's ears turned red: "Yeah."

"Cook it with raw material," Cheng Fei said expressionlessly, "then cook it for 3 more minutes."

Shao Tingfeng was stunned and nodded heavily. His usually indifferent eyes were actually flattered and smiling. He thought that Cheng Fei was finally willing to say anything other than "get lost" to him.

Cheng Fei also felt that the little cannon fodder's originally slumped tail suddenly stood up high again. The soul seemed to have been injected into the zombie-like body, and his eyes became more lively.

Originally I wanted to let the little cannon fodder give in, but now I can't help but think bitterly: Let's see how long you can hold on.

After breakfast, Cheng Fei took two newly purchased cans of white paint and went to the studio.

In the Art Department of Snow College, professional courses are held once every two months, and there are two courses in one semester. The last session of life drawing has ended, and now it is the still life gouache class. Compared with the simple quarto drawing paper before the exam, it is much larger

The second course is much more difficult, and the drawing paper is mainly open to half and full.

The previous professional class had already prepared the students for his skills. As expected, Teacher Xiao Cheng’s colors were even more amazing. His solid sketching skills gave him excellent shaping ability. What’s even more surprising was that Cheng Fei looked very pretty.

A gentle person, but very bold in the use of colors. It is a color matching style with a strong sense of conflict.

Especially in the professional classes in the past few days, his color matching is extremely wild, and the contrasting colors can blind people's eyes.

The sense of color is a subconscious thing that is difficult for painters to conceal. This fully shows that Xiao Cheng’s mood has been a bit fluctuating recently and should not be messed with.

Cheng Fei had just arrived in the classroom and was about to prepare for class when he saw that his drawing board had already been pasted with drawing paper in advance.

When I walked in and took a closer look, I saw that the dust on the easel had been wiped off. The originally dirty paint box on the utensil table had also been cleaned at some point - the cleaning of the art student's paint box was not

Cleaning in the literal sense. During the painting process, the painter frequently touches the paint with the brush. Every time he paints, the colors in the paint box will always be mixed together in a mess. The dirty color blocks need to be picked out regularly.

And dilute and moisten the dried pigment, and then replenish it in time.

Washing the paint box is a very labor-intensive task. It takes less than two hours to do it. Not only does the skin peel off after washing the hands, it often causes shoulder and neck pain from fatigue. Most students just mop as much as they can, but they are really dirty.

I only wash it once, and if it was ordered by a prodigal, I would throw the whole plate away.

The moment Cheng Fei opened the paint box, you can imagine his surprise, especially when he saw that the white paint was pure and flawless, filling two large boxes. In an instant, he felt that the whole world had been healed.

But soon, this joy only lasted for five seconds. Cheng Fei immediately realized who did this and frowned slightly.

Shao Tingfeng treated him to breakfast for a few days, and even Michelin took advantage of him. Now he secretly washes his tools. Is he seriously trying to apologize and make up for what happened before?

It was obviously a primary school student's clumsiness and childish flattery. With his mature and rational mind after living for two lifetimes, he should have dismissed it. But when he thought of the little cannon fodder who often knocked over the dishes when washing dishes, he washed his paint box one by one.

, I couldn't help but feel a little numb at the top of my heart.

Shao Tingfeng rushed to the studio one minute before class.

Cheng Fei met his eyes lightly. In the past, he would glare at her like he was checking in, but this time he didn't. Instead, he quickly looked away.

Shao Tingfeng's eyes dimmed and he sat silently in another corner. In class, Shao Tingfeng occasionally glanced at him with casual eyes. After being caught by him, he immediately lowered his eyes and looked away, but not long after, he secretly looked away again.

Look over here.

Cheng Fei's face felt a little hot when he saw it, and finally he puffed up his chest in anger, and simply let him look at him. After all, he had seen the shameful thing about being naked, how could he still x-ray his internal organs?

During the break, Cheng Fei was still surrounded and admired by his classmates. Shao Tingfeng did not come over and just sat quietly in his seat.

Cheng Fei was helping his classmates rewrite their drawings and glanced at the little cannon fodder out of the corner of his eye - as expected, the ghostly drawings and gouache on the little cannon fodder were even more horrific than the sketch.

Shao Tingfeng lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest, looking like a scumbag who didn't want to make progress at all.

Cheng Fei originally didn't want to talk to him, but every time he saw his clean spice board, something stirred in his heart, causing subtle ripples. During the last two classes, he couldn't help but stand up and slowly

He walked slowly behind Shao Tingfeng and took the brush out of his hand without ceremony.

The little cannon fodder was dozing off, and just as he was about to turn his head sluggishly, he heard Cheng Fei's cool tone behind him: "Come on! Let me help you make some changes!"

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

It was obvious that the other person's tone was ruthless and his face was smelly, but at a certain moment, he thought he heard the sound of ice and snow melting.

Cheng Fei took his pen, threw it into a bucket and rinsed it. Just as he was about to dip it in paint, he was suddenly surprised by his dirty and dry paint box.

The paint box of the little cannon fodder has not been washed for at least a semester, and it is so dirty that the color cannot be seen, and all the paint has turned into "pseudo high-grade gray". Look at the brush again, haha, it is seriously split.

Cheng Fei threw down his pen in disgust: "I won't change it."

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Okay, the snow is freezing again.

The next day, Cheng Fei came to the studio. The painting paper was carefully pasted as before, flat and neat, without any bubbles. His paint tray was also the same as yesterday, washed clean and half of the white paint was used.

, also fully complemented the two large grids.

Cheng Fei pursed his lips, and before the little cannon fodder arrived, he secretly opened the little cannon fodder's paint box and took a look.

Shao Tingfeng actually understood his disgust and honestly washed his own paint box. Unfortunately, it was obviously not as meticulous and attentive as Cheng Fei's box. Some grids were still dirty and he forgot to refill the paint box.

But the paintbrush with the split ends yesterday had been thrown away and replaced with the exact same brand and model as his.

Cheng Fei folded the brush. It was so soft, but his eyes gradually hardened.

It was another full day of classes, and this day was no different from yesterday. The little cannon fodder still peeked at him in class. The only difference was that he no longer patronized Shao Tingfeng's paintings or offered to help him change them.

As soon as get out of class time came, the students rushed out of the classroom noisily. Shao Tingfeng was originally one of the first students to leave, but today everyone was gone and he was still sitting in a chair in a daze.

Cheng Fei followed the crowd and left, then quietly returned to the studio halfway through. He peeked in secretly at the door, and sure enough he saw him slowly washing his palette and brushes. He was a tall, thin boy.

Next to the small wash basin, I carefully and patiently rinsed the color blocks on the brush with water little by little, as if I was doing something important.

Cheng Fei looked at it for a while, sighed softly in his heart, then gently opened the door and walked over.

The sound of water covered up the sound of footsteps. When Shao Tingfeng finished washing and turned around, he suddenly faced Cheng Fei's expressionless face. He was holding fists with his hands and looking up at him slightly.

Shao Tingfeng was still swinging the brush in his hand, but when he saw this, his hand froze in mid-air.

He looked away unconsciously, but he couldn't bear to look away completely, so he stopped at Cheng Fei's flat abdomen, feeling a little uneasy as he didn't know what Cheng Fei wanted to say to him.

Cheng Fei looked at him and frowned slightly.

The little cannon fodder he had fed and fed for several months seemed a little haggard.

Shao Tingfeng put the brush away and said proactively: "What are you going to eat tonight? I'll pack it for you."

Cheng Fei glared at him with hatred, eating and eating, but he still didn't make any progress when he opened his mouth.

Shao Tingfeng's voice became softer: "...When I learn how to do it, I'll cook it for you."

This was the sincerity of an industrious otaku, he felt it, but this was not what he wanted.

Cheng Fei held his forehead and sighed heavily: "Little Shao Shao, don't do this again. I won't do this."

Shao Tingfeng's eyes finally met his. They were brighter than usual, sincere, but also a little childish.

"Then which one are you eating?" he asked in a low voice.

Cheng Fei was speechless for a moment.

Which one do you want? He couldn't tell, but anyway, it's not such a childish way of trying to please someone, offering breakfast, washing brushes, helping with homework, etc. If he were a middle school student, he might be quite touched. Shao Tingfeng's performance was very suitable for his age.

, serious and simple, but not what he wants.

But it seems that we can't ask Shao Tingfeng, who is only 20 years old, to do anything earth-shattering. We can't ask Shao Tingfeng to turn back time, or find the person who drugged him and beat him up, or...

Cheng Fei avoided his gaze: "Forget it, I asked you to come out because I want to remind you that your family is going bankrupt. Instead of wasting your time here with me these days, it's better to get in front of those jackals, tigers and leopards in your house as soon as possible."

Pick some meat in your mouth and eat it."

Ever since he last saw Qin Shenlun in Shaw's, he had been paying attention secretly. As expected, the local news in the past two days reported the news that the Shaw's Hotel had completely changed owners. Qin Shenlun's men also tried to annex other hotels.

The Shao family was so anxious that they were raising money everywhere. Even Shi Zhen proudly revealed in the dormitory that the Shao family was borrowing money from his father, and his father deliberately borrowed 250 to mock the Shao family.

Cheng Fei comforted himself that he was not worried about Shao Tingfeng. He was very cold and ruthless. He was just planning to extort alimony from the cannon fodder to Xiao Baozi!

All male birds know that they have to build a nest before they can hatch their eggs. Unless Shao Tingfeng squeezes out some oil, neither he nor his children will agree.

Shao Tingfeng was silent, thoughtful.

After hanging out in Shi Zhen's dormitory for a few days, on the eve of the weekend, it was time for Cheng Fei's live broadcast.

Living with Shi Zhen, an old anchor, Cheng Feicai finally understood first-hand how different their live broadcast styles are. Shi Zhen is a daily anchor, and his live broadcast content is rambling, and he must show up every day to maintain popularity.

And he belongs to the high-quality route. The live broadcast content is designed in advance, the rhythm is relaxed and moderate, and the content is full and interesting. Therefore, he can still firmly capture the hearts of the audience with a "low-key" once or twice a week, but this is also

This means that the quality of every live broadcast needs to be guaranteed.

In the past, Cheng Fei had always been able to handle it with ease and had never really had a headache with live broadcasts, but with Shi Zhen, he experienced for the first time what it was like to overturn a live broadcast.

There were no tools in Shi Zhen's dormitory, and they were all purchased temporarily. On the day of the live broadcast, the kitchen light broke down halfway. In the end, Shi Zhen held up the emergency light and mobile phone to shine the light for him. The effect was terrible.

Needless to say, the ingredients were all mushy, and even Cheng Fei, who had fair skin, couldn't resist it. He was so dark that he couldn't even see his facial features.

It just so happened that the theme of this live broadcast was the first episode of the "Basic Molecular Cuisine Series" that Cheng Fei planned to launch. Due to the lighting, none of the bells and whistles could be shown. Instead, it looked like a live broadcast of roasting sweet potatoes in a slum.

Although the comments were quite tolerant and did not criticize the anchor, after all, it was the first time that so many surprises had occurred, so I couldn't help but complain a few words.

[Is this kitchen in Zhenzhen Dormitory? It’s too ugly!]
To be continued...