I Was Once a Legend

"If that Domingo is back now, I will definitely be able to beat him." Cui Zuojing is full of confidence, the feeling that his body is full of strength is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment, it is intoxicating, and the wine strength of last night has not fully awoke, He will be drunk again.

Dong Zheng echoed, he took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to do something while he took the opportunity, and said: "Go ahead, everyone wake up, there is still a training task today, it is not good to go back late and delay the business."

Cui Zuojing nodded, turned and climbed onto the platform, and went into the house with Dong Zheng to call someone.

Hefeng Jianli said hello and thanked her for her generous hospitality. A group of people who had not fully sobered up except Wangque found a secret place and took Fu Zhe's key to open the door and returned to the castle.

Until now, Cui Zuojing, Victor and Fu Zhe have truly lifted the first seals of their respective strengths.

It is said that these three people also used the power of time, space and body in the space created by Fu Zhe for a run-in and show. As for the result, only they will know.

After a short period of adaptation, the intensity of training returned to the intensity of the US-Soviet hegemony. Everyone added three more ability points than that at that time, and each had their own harvest and exercise in Twilight Island, so they were not too tired.

Except for tits.

The little girl did not know why these two days were always stunned and stared. They were in a state of difficulty all the time, and the results of the training were caught by others.

Cui Zuojing, as the bishop instructor, looked at everything in his eyes. He asked Wang Wang twice if he didn't have a good night's rest, and all got a negative answer.

Wangque was also puzzled. She obviously slept soundly and deeply at night. After a short time in the day, she would feel sleepy and tired again, and wanted to find a place to sleep again.

Victor checked her body and found nothing wrong.

Shooting training was in full swing on this day. Wangque finished a hundred pistol bullets, moved his wrists to put down the gun, and took a temporary rest to the side.

She watched Dong Linhai concentrate on target shooting. Although unlike Allen and Dong Zheng who had the shooting experience and foundation before, Linhai learned these things quickly, and now she can do as well as Allen.

She looked at it and felt that her two eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.Thinking of closing his eyes a little and resting for two minutes, Wangque leaned against the back of the sofa, afraid to really fall asleep and daring to adjust a comfortable posture, closing his eyes.

Half a minute later, in the deafening gunshots, she fell into a dark sleep.

"...Wanches."

Someone seems to be calling her.

"Wanches."

Wangque opened her eyes, she looked up, the sunset light came in from the classroom window, sprinkled on the blackboard and the floor filled with mathematical solution process, let her narrow her eyes.

"Why did you fall asleep and did you rest last night?"

The girl's face in front of her was full of worries. Wangque raised her hand and rubbed her forehead lightly, feeling a paste in her head.

For a moment, she seemed to feel that she had forgotten many important things, and now she clearly should not be sitting here.

……why?

"Did I sleep for a long time?"

"Yeah, almost half of the class, the teacher didn't want to call you, and now everyone is gone."

Tan Qiuyu remembered that the always-rigorous math teacher, when she discovered that the winch sitting in the second row was lying on the table, instead of waking her up, she looked like she hadn't seen it, and she couldn't suppress the sour water in her heart.She pretended to be joking, "Hurry up, did you stay up late last night and learn secretly?"

"No, maybe this time is really too tired, just wait for the entrance exam." Wang Que packed up her schoolbag as fast as possible, got up and smiled at Tan Qiuyu, "Let's go back as soon as possible."

The school has set up a special cultural class training class for art examinees. Today is the last day of the week. When they go home to rest for a day, they will rush to another place to do art training.

Wangque and Tan Qiuyu's family do not live in the same urban area. The two waited for the bus together at the bus station. Wangque's bus first arrived at the station. She said goodbye to Tan Qiuyu and took the bus home.

The training school is very close to the starting station, except for her, only the driver is there.Wangque took a seat behind the window, took off the schoolbag and put it on her lap, opened the zipper, and took out her drawing book from inside.

She looked at this week's exercises one by one, looking for the details that might not be handled well in the warm light of the sunset and the slight bumps of the bus.

After turning over all the thick copies, Wangque suddenly realized that there seemed to be one less.

Her book is actually a hard-covered folder with all the completed and unfinished paintings of this week. It is very convenient to take it out and take it away.

She was very impressed with the missing picture. It was a pair of watercolors she had painted in the studio three days ago. She looked like a classroom from a bird's eye perspective. Whether it was light, shadow, perspective or color, she handled it very well. Even The teachers are full of praise.

Wangque couldn't help but get anxious. Art is sometimes a burst of inspiration. Even a good work can't be copied again by the original author. The painting is her most satisfactory work recently, and she doesn't want to throw it away in such a way.

Wangque flipped the schoolbag all over, but couldn't find where to draw. There was no more thought. She frowned slightly, comforting that she might have fallen in the classroom?

So she sent a text message to her parents that something was left at school to get it back. She would come home later and tell them not to worry. She got off at the next station and went to the platform on the other side of the street. She got in the opposite direction and went back school.

Twenty minutes later, Wangque returned to school. She had the key to the classroom and opened the door. She went to her seat and searched for a circle, but she couldn't find the missing painting.

Is it really lost?

Sitting in a chair, Wangque felt numb in his hands and feet, and was so sad that he wanted to cry.

You have to know how to draw such a picture, but it's hard to come by.

She took a deep breath and told herself not to panic. With the last hope, she opened the chat interface of Qiuyu and asked: Qiuyu, I had a picture missing. Looking down on the corner of the classroom, did you see it?

The sun was sinking under the horizon. It was already dark. Wangque was scared in the empty classroom. She waited patiently. Finally, the phone vibrated.

Qiu Yu: Ah, I want to take a look at the painting. When you were sleeping, I didn’t call you.

Seeing this sentence, Wangque was stuck in his chest in one breath, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

She felt irresistible anger and grievances, and the tears in her eyes that kept her heart sad because she lost her painting suddenly fell to the screen of her mobile phone, reflecting the display in a chaotic color.

Tan Qiuyu: I really like your light and shadow. I want to take it as soon as I learn it. When you wake up and rush home, you forget to tell you. Sorry, did you delay anything?

[Next time, please tell me to take it away once you have trouble, do you know that I have been looking for it?Wanque laid this line in the input box, took a deep breath, wiped away tears, and suddenly felt that he was a little too hypocritical.

It was a good thing to find the painting, Qiu Yu also apologized and said that he forgot to say it. Will his tone be a bit harsh?

She deleted the words one by one and re-entered:

[It doesn’t matter, I didn’t find it in a hurry just now. You can rest assured if you take it away. It’s okay. Bring it to me when you go to the studio the day after tomorrow.

Without looking at Tan Qiuyu's reply again, Wangque tucked her cell phone into her schoolbag and left the school in the dark. After spending five minutes in the cold and windy station in December, she finally got on the bus to go home again.

After returning home, she adjusted the drawing board again and worked until late at night until she was too sleepy to wash and rest.

Next week is the entrance exam, she must work harder.

She met a teacher of Yang Mei when she went to Beijing for training last month. She is a famous oil painter. The teacher likes her very much, even saying that she is the most talented student he has seen in the past two years.

The teacher determined that at the level of Wangque, he will definitely pass the joint exam and school exam with high-level results. At that time, as long as the cultural class passes the line and enters Central America, he will choose Wangque as his student.

No, there will be a lot of teachers rushing to ask Wangque, and Wangque remembers the gray-haired old artist sitting on the chair that day, smiling and saying to her: "Their old guys can definitely bring you the same knowledge I have many, you must find me first."

On the day of training in the studio, Wangque still arrived very early. As the earliest and the latest student to go daily, she had the key to the studio.

Soon after sitting down, a boy came with a tool on his back. He sat down in front of his drawing board next to Wangque. Wangque was studying the work of the previous days according to the usual practice, and only heard a tinkling of things over there. The sound seems to be a little more flustered than before.

She turned around and looked at the boy's nervous look.

Wangque smiled at him, but saw the boy stand up and walked in front of her.

The boy and she are not in the same school, but they are studying in the same studio. The two have known each other for almost a year, and the relationship is also very good.

"Wanque, there is something I want to tell you." The boy looked back at the door of the studio and made sure that no one came in. He took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back.

Wangque looked at him, put down the brush in his hand, and smiled blankly but politely.

At the next moment, she heard the juvenile in front of her composure calmly said: "The entrance exam is coming soon. Although the time may not be right now, I still want to tell you-I like you."

"When the college entrance examination ends, if we all go to Yangmei, would you like to give me a chance to be with you?"

The tits froze.

She never thought she would be confessed, to be precise, by the boy in front of her.

Tan Qiuyu secretly told her a month ago that she secretly liked the boy.

Wangque also gave her advice at the time, wanting to help her, wondering how to make the boy feel good about Qiuyu.

Why is this the case now?

Wangque was silent for a while, facing the uneasy gaze of the teenager, and seeing the time passing by one minute and one second, others would soon come in and could only whisper: "Sorry, I have no intention of falling in love, if there is Opportunity, will we talk about this question again when I am an adult?"

The boy understood what she was saying, and was obviously frustrated. Wangque refused to be very euphemistic on the grounds of not wanting to fall in love early, and also gave him a face. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, saying: "Ok... …Sorry, I was abrupt."

"It's okay." Wangque breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the brush again and stared at the drawing board for a while, but she couldn't concentrate.

When Tan Qiuyu told her that she liked this boy, after a brief surprise, Wangque had no surprises in her heart.

Others are very gentle and meticulous. They are 1.8 meters tall. Although they are not handsome, they are good at looking at the five senses.According to Wangque, he has average grades in cultural classes, but his art grades are the best in the studio except her. He is on par with Tan Qiuyu.

Wangque originally thought the two were very compatible.

The atmosphere in the studio was a bit awkward for a while. Fortunately, it didn't take long for someone to come in again and talk about Qiuyu.

The girl with short pear hair walked straight to Wangque and pulled out a picture from the bag. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Wangque, you did a good job. I tried to copy it yesterday, and I can't draw your feelings." What."

Wang Que took the picture and received it from the folder. She looked at Tan Qiuyu's smiling face and thought of the confession of Fangcai Boy. For a time, she felt a betrayal and didn't know how to face her. She had to smile: " I just happened to feel it before I painted it."

Where Wangque could not see, Tan Qiuyu's hands clasped tightly behind her back, she twisted her index finger into a terrifying curvature, the knuckles were pale, and there seemed to be no resentment.