Xie Ning's draft was prepared by him for participating in the International College Art Competition.

This competition belongs to the top competition in the Department of Fine Arts. X University has only a few places each year, and it must be recommended by a professor. Because it is relatively important and rare, the instructors are willing to let the top three and four students enter the competition.

Generally speaking, Xie Ning, a freshman, couldn't win this opportunity, but the deputy dean of the Art Branch took a fancy to his painting ability and just gave him the recommended spot.

He also attached great importance to this and devoted himself to the design of the entries from the beginning of enrollment.

There were dozens of revisions of the draft alone, and the final version was not set until last weekend.

After drawing the draft, it is logically necessary to show it to the tutor and make comments. However, when the tutor is not at school on the weekend, Xie Ning left the draft in the dormitory and plans to return to the tutor next Monday.

Unexpectedly, when I came back, I saw such a picture.

X Da is a four-person bed. For the other three roommates, Xie Ning has always been in a state of unfamiliarity, and he can't even remember the names clearly.

Xie Ning is very good at drawing boundaries with people. He has no idea of ​​making friends in college. He has a cold relationship with a few roommates, and he may not want to say hello when he meets.

So whether it was ostracized or isolated, Xie Ning didn't care, and even faintly relieved.

But if everyone is in peace, it does not mean that you can tolerate small actions behind your back.

"Who did it?" Xie Ning asked.

His tone didn't sound very good, and his sullen face was even more frightening.

The bedroom suddenly became quieter, and only the slight noise of the air conditioner was heard.

Xie Ning waited for a few seconds, but no one answered him, and asked again: "Who is it?"

Perhaps the gloomy expression was really frightening, and finally one of the roommates who pretended not to hear could not hold back, and replied: "We don't know who it is."

"Yeah," said another roommate. "It was already like this when we came back."

"It's none of our business, we don't know if you ask us."

Hearing them sing and harmonize, Xie Ning raised his eyes and gave them a mocking look: "You didn't do it?"

The expressions on the faces of several people stagnated, and then their complexions became difficult to look at.

"What do you mean?"

Xie Ning said blankly: "Literally."

They were displeased when they heard: "Don't spit, saying that we did it. Is there any evidence?"

Another said: "I know you are not happy when your painting is torn, but you can't slander us."

Xie Ning pursed the corners of her lips, looking at them ugly.

He was not good at words, and naturally couldn't refute their sophistry. He could only quietly collect the fragments of the drawing on the table slowly.

Art students who are all the same major naturally know how much a drawing is to them.

Someone couldn't hold back, half comforting and half complaining: "It's just a draft, and it won't take much time to draw another one. It will be even more troublesome if it is a finished product.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was solemn and gloomy. Xie Ning did not accept his kindness, and pointedly said: "Don't worry, I won't put the finished product in the dormitory again."

The man was so ridiculed by him, his face sank: "Do you think we did it?"

"No." Xie Ning looked down and sneered, "I just don't think the bedroom is safe enough."

His words made other people's faces look bad, and Xie Ning indifferently threw the shredded paper into the trash can next to him and stopped responding to his roommates.

In the next few days, all of Xie Ning's energy was used to draw the draft again, but fortunately, all the ideas were still in his mind, and it would not take too much time.

He has also applied for the monitoring of the corridor. The students are crazy on weekends. There are too many people who come to visit. In addition to the same level, there are sophomores and juniors who have a record of entering and leaving. It is really impossible to determine who did it. .

After the counselor learned of the situation, he also found it very difficult: "It's just that a draft was broken, and there was no burglary. This is a big or small thing."

Xie Ning: "Yeah."

"Moreover, there are too many people who doubt it. It is difficult to deal with without solid evidence." The counselor paused for a few seconds, and then said, "I heard that you are preparing to participate in the competition recently. Many senior students are also jealous. It must be someone who was jealous for a while and did such a thing."

Xie Ning interrupted him and said concisely, "So there is no way to deal with it, right?"

"Not only is there no evidence, but also a specific suspect." The counselor showed an embarrassed expression on his face, "This...we have nothing to do."

Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds before nodding, "I see."

The counselor sighed: "We also have our difficulties."

Xie Ning did not answer, perhaps because he didn't know what to say.

"I also asked a few of your roommates, but they didn't know clearly..."

The counselor talked a lot about it again. Xie Ning had no hope, but just listened quietly.

At the end, the counselor suddenly said: "...I heard that your relationship with your roommate does not seem to be very harmonious?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment, her eyes turned cold: "Did they say?"

"No." The counselor denied. "It's what I learned. Is your personality...too withdrawn?"

Xie Ning still did not speak.

"University is a group life. You have just entered high school, and you may be a little uncomfortable, but interpersonal communication is also one of the hidden courses of the university." The counselor said sincerely, "University is one of the important channels for expanding contacts. What we advocate, I still hope you can communicate with your classmates more."

Seeing Xie Ning’s disapproval look, the counselor said: “In this case, if you have a better relationship with your roommate, they might help you look at it, so that your eyes won’t be darkened. Not sure."

After being educated, Xie Ning still said coldly: "There is no need for this."

"Eh...you have a temperament." The counselor shook his head. "Let me say what."

Xie Ning said, "That's good."

The counselor can only sigh: "You have four years to get along with them, don't make trouble too much."

Xie Ning said calmly: "As long as they don't bother me, I won't bother them."

The counselor was completely speechless.

The drawing was torn, but the relationship between Xie Ning and his roommate was even worse, almost to the point where each other did not exist.

On two occasions, Xie Ning forgot to bring his key when he went out, and knocked on the door for a long time when he came back. There were obviously people in the bedroom and the sound of playing games was heard, but no one opened the door for him.

Finally, he had to go downstairs to find the bedroom aunt and get the spare key, then climbed up to open the door.

Fortunately, such cold violence is nothing to Xie Ning, he even faintly relieved.

Treating each other as nonexistent is much easier for him than hooking shoulders and shoulders to being good friends.

Yan Xi only learned from Xie Ning after this incident was over, and he was immediately furious: "They are too much, so just bully you."

Xie Ning: "It's all over, and in the end it was never found out who did it."

Yan Xi sneered: "No, you can bear it, I can't bear it."

Xie Ning glanced at him: "It's none of your business."

"You can't say that." Yan Xi was unhappy. "Your business is mine."

He then complained: "There is also the counselor. There are still dozens of people who go in and out of the dormitory on weekends. There will always be clues if they ask one by one. I think he is too troublesome and wants to perfuse the matter."

Xie Ning turned to look out the window: "But I really have no evidence."

Yan Xi thought about it for a long time, but didn't think of a way, so he had to say: "You can't stay in this dormitory at all now, or would you apply to change the dormitory?"

"No need." Xie Ning said, "I still can't learn how to get along with people. Changing a dormitory is the same result."

Yan Xi: "But..."

Xie Ning also said: "After the change, I still don't get along well, and the counselor is afraid that I will feel that my personality is too withdrawn and I can't get along well with anyone."

"Then it's not a solution for you now. It's better to go home in the dormitory."

Xie Ning thought for a while and said, "I'm thinking about whether to move out or not."

Yan Xi nodded: "This is also a good way."

X University does not encourage students to move out of school in their freshman year, but it does not strictly prohibit it.

However, Xie Ning was still a bit hesitant. If he moved out of school, Mr. Xie would definitely hear the news.

The old man's health is getting worse lately. Knowing that he is angry at school, he will definitely not let it go. Xie Ning doesn't want him to worry about his own affairs anymore.

In the afternoon, Xie Ning had an oil painting class. The studio was on the third floor, next to the teaching building of the Film and Television Department.

The oil painting classes are all self-provided tools. It is inconvenient to climb the stairs with drawing boards and paints. Someone thought the school had responded before, and the answer was that they would arrange a studio on the first floor next semester.

In other words, this semester they still have to climb up and down with a bunch of things diligently.

Xie Ning uses all artist-level imported paints. It is not that he deliberately shows off his wealth. Pigments have a great influence on the quality of paintings. Generally, families who are richer and can afford it will use better paints.

But in the eyes of other ordinary students, this has become another proof that Xie Ning is arrogant and cold, and looks down on them.

Xie Ning didn't bother to take care of them. After a class was over, the students next to him ran out laughing in groups, Xie Ning slowly packed up his things, and when the studio was almost empty, he carried the paint out. go.

The course time of the whole school is uniform. When Xie Ning walked downstairs, there happened to be a bunch of students in the teaching building of the film and television department next door.

The flow of people was a bit big, Xie Ning thought for a while, and turned to the stone road in the small forest next to him, asking for a clean.

The huge green shade of the woods blocked his vision. He didn't pay attention when turning, and happened to bump into a person. The drawing board and paint in his arms were scattered all over the place.

Xie Ning subconsciously knelt down to pick up the drawing board, but fortunately, his painting was not damaged.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

From his perspective, it was a slightly taller boy.

He has neat short hair, irrelevantly deep, with a high nose, and the outline looks like a little foreign descent.

Xie Ning’s gaze fell on the lower half of his face, where the curve was elegant and clear, and his slightly thin lips seemed to be knocked down and a little unpleasant. They were pressed into a straight line, and the whole person revealed a sharp sharpness. temperament.

Xie Ning looked distracted for a while.

And he happened to lower his head, frowning and looking at the student who squatted on the ground and hit him.

When he saw Xie Ning, he obviously froze for a moment, and a hint of surprise and other emotions that Xie Ning could not understand flashed across his face.

The author has something to say: 　　 I feel that this special event will be so long_(:3∠)_富品中文