Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Host is Charming and Alluring

Chapter 118 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (2)

Zhou Qing's calculations were raging, and he smiled too kindly and said: "What you have to do is very simple. Have you seen the stool in front? You can just sit there. If it's convenient..."

Song Yan looked in the direction of Zhou Qing's finger. There was an open space in front of the easel, and a chair happened to be placed in the center.

He walked over with long legs, and interrupted lightly: "Sorry, it's inconvenient."

Eh? !

Zhou Qing touched his heart subconsciously, and muttered: "I haven't said what I'm going to do, could it be that my voice is too loud..."

She coughed lightly, and said to everyone: "Quiet, quiet, the models are in place, let's start, everybody."

As soon as these words came out, the voice in the studio gradually became quieter.

Song Yan just sat there casually, with no superfluous expression on his sculpted face, the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, and the lips under the high and straight bridge of the nose looked a little soft.

The boy's demeanor is clean and lazy, full of tension.

In the quiet studio room, only the sound of brushes can be heard.

Several little girls who were peeping accidentally met him and blushed instantly.

Song Yan casually looked away, and accidentally saw Zhaoge in the crowd.

Zhaoge wore a white dress, with slightly curly long hair pinned behind her ears, and had a cool and cool demeanor.

Half of the sunlight outside the window hit her, forming a halo on her body.

If she came to be a model, it seemed more suitable than herself.

Just as such an idea popped into Song Yan's mind, Zhaoge suddenly raised his eyes, and the two met their gazes just like that.

Zhaoge's eyes were calm, and his eyes lightly fell on his face.

Those eyes are pure, not mixed with anything.

Song Yan boasted that he had been used to all kinds of gazes since he was a child, but now he felt strangely nervous when facing Zhaoge.

Zhaoge looked serious, looking up at Song Yan's face from time to time, and the "Song Yan" on the drawing board gradually appeared.

For Song Yan, the slight unnaturalness only lasted for a moment, and he quickly adjusted his state.

But I have to admit that in the whole studio, the girl in the white dress is indeed a bit different.

This sitting lasted for three hours.Song Yan lowered his head slightly and rubbed his pantothenic neck.

After everyone in the studio handed over their homework to the teaching assistant Zhou Qing, they slowly packed their things and looked at Song Yan intentionally or unintentionally.

The little girls pushed and shouted among themselves, accompanied by a few chuckles from time to time.

Zhou Qing stepped forward to thank Song Yan, and while Song Yan was listening to Zhou Qing, he caught a glimpse of the white dress out of the corner of his eye.

[System: Ding!The curiosity of the target is +10, and the current curiosity is 10, please continue to work hard! ]
The white skirt disappeared at the door, and he turned his gaze back, with just the right smile on his lips, and politely refused Zhou Qing's invitation to dinner, "It's a little effort, Miss Zhou, you're welcome. I'll go back to the team for training later, let's go first."

Zhou Qing was not surprised that Song Yan refused, and she only said it politely.Zhou Qing regretted: "That's it, okay, let's go back quickly. Anyway, thank you for saving the scene today."

Outside the studio, Zhaoge met Yuanchen's teacher.

She took the initiative to say hello: "Mr. Qin, I was just going to find you."

Qin Yu is over 40 years old, but he is well maintained. At first glance, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is 27 or .

She is strict in teaching, but she likes the lover in front of her from the bottom of her heart.

Qin Yu nodded and said with a smile: "How about Xiao Zhao? Go back to the campus and experience it. Have you found the original feeling?"

Yuanshen was about to open an art exhibition recently, and suffered from limited inspiration, so he thought of coming to his alma mater to find a feeling, and to visit his teacher by the way.

Zhaoge smiled lightly: "It's not bad, it gave me a lot of inspiration. Thank you teacher for giving me this opportunity. The little girl now is more lively and lovely than we were then."

Qin Yu waved his hand, and smiled even wider, "Oh, don't mention it, it has given me a headache, it's getting worse every time.

When you are free, come and help me guide these juniors and sisters of yours.

Let's come to a few exchanges and discussions to give them frustration.Let them know the heights of the sky and the earth day by day, and their minds can't calm down. "

In the corridor opposite, Song Yan walked forward with his hands in his pockets, his tall figure was particularly outstanding.

He walked fast, and his back was fleeting.

Zhaoge retracted his gaze without any trace, and replied with a smile, "Okay."

In the evening, Song Yan had just returned to the dormitory from extra training in the swimming pool.

He lived in a four-person dormitory, and the other two roommates moved off-campus one after another, rarely coming back.

As soon as Song Yan opened the door, he heard the sound of games coming from Xia Yu's table.

Xia Yu was wearing earphones, and he manipulated the keyboard flexibly with both hands. When he saw someone coming, he took off half of the earphones, "I'm back."

"Ah."

Song Yan responded lightly, twisted his wrist and closed the door, and then walked towards his desk.

Xia Yu speeded up his movements, and after a round, regardless of his teammates' greetings, Guan Mai went offline and brought the supper at the table to Song Yan, "It's still hot, Brother Yan, eat it quickly."

Song Yan glanced at the food box, but didn't delay. He started to unpack the bag, teasing, "Why don't you beat it?"

Normally, at this time, Xia Yu's butt would be glued to the chair, unable to push it away even with a needle prick.

Weird, this is so weird.

Xia Yu rubbed his hands, "How was your modeling experience today?"

"Okay."

Song Yan's answer was perfunctory, Xia Yu observed his expression carefully, and said, "I forgot to tell you, the last time I promised Sister Zhou was two models, tomorrow..."

With a "snap", the half-drawn chopsticks were quickly stuffed back, and a small drift was completed on the table.

Song Yan pushed the food box in Xia Yu's direction, and said decisively, "Go by yourself."

"Brother Yan, I also want to go by myself. But the girls in the studio are full of praise for you. As soon as you show up, you directly block the way for brothers. Please do me a favor and help people to the end, okay?"

Song Yan squinted at him, but didn't speak.

Xia Yu had a flash of inspiration, patted his chest and promised: "Didn't you fall in love with Leng Li in the courtyard next door? Then, help me go to the studio again, and I will teach you how to chase people. I guarantee you will catch Leng Li." !"

Song Yan's face darkened for a moment, "You think I won't chase people?"

Xia Yu took a step back and said aggrievedly, "Brother Yan, have you ever been in love?"

After a moment of silence... "No."

Xia Yu snapped his fingers, and continued: "Who is Leng Li? There is a long line of people chasing her. Although you two know each other, it is still difficult to catch the school beauty.

I will go out and teach and teach, absolutely reliable! "

Song Yan rested his arms on the edge of the table, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, but his mind was wandering.

The white skirt flashed in his mind, and Song Yan said angrily, "This is not an example."

On the second day, Song Yan came to the studio with ease, but did not see the cold figure from yesterday.

(End of this chapter)