Ziye Zhuo said solemnly, and seemed to be answering Bei Yinzhe's question very seriously. How could he know how influential his words were.
"Pfft!!!!" The two of them were really vomiting blood now.
An Xiaoruo was on the verge of going berserk, and he had the urge to hit him with a piece of tofu. An Xiaoruo already knew that Sheng Yumu had done all kinds of bad things, and every stupid thing Ziye Zhuo did was not taught by Sheng Yumu.
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Somewhere in Shengyu Academy, the sunshine is incredibly warm. It is rare to see such warm sunshine in early autumn.
Even the air is exuding the faint fragrance of rose flowers. From a distance, there is a large sea of rose flowers. The autumn wind blows through a few wisps of rose petals from time to time, and the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful.
In the center of the sea of flowers stood a figure in an olive-colored gold-trimmed uniform. His figure was tall and lean. The pink petals blown by the wind fell on his shoulders from time to time. The handsome boy had a handsome face and delicate eyebrows. At first glance, he looked like someone from an ink painting.
Mr. Pianpianjia walked in.
In addition, the thin lips outline a faint smile, which is so touching, as if the sea of flowers around her has been suppressed by the smile, which is the so-called charming effect of a slight smile.
In addition to the young man in the sea of flowers, there is another young man, but the other young man seems particularly quiet. He sits under the tree, puts the sketchbook between his legs, holds the pencil with his slender fingers, and looks up from time to time.
, he lowers his head from time to time and looks like he is painting seriously.
Ten minutes have passed.
The handsome young man in the sea of flowers finally couldn't help but walked over, smiled slightly, and the whole world turned pale: "Are you ready?"
"Yeah." The boy who was painting raised his head and nodded to the handsome boy, acquiescing.
"Let me see..."
The handsome young man squatted down and took the sketchbook from the painting boy's hand. A faint smile gradually spread on his face, and he said: "An Nuan, your painting skills are getting better and better! I can't wait long for your painting skills to be good."
It’s comparable to your writing style.”
"Well?"
An Nuan didn't have too many expressions, as if he was born to be so cold and devoid of any clarity. Two beautiful boys with completely different personalities stood together, and there was obviously a big difference. Perhaps this is what people often call different temperaments.
Suddenly, the wind blew a little stronger, and a strong rush of rose petals came to his nose. Dots of white rose petals appeared out of thin air in the huge sea of rose flowers. Ziye Qian was startled and suddenly became excited.
"It's...an extinct white rose..." Ziye Qian has always loved flowers. His favorite thing is to collect various varieties of roses. How could he not be excited when the petals of white roses appeared.
In an instant, the petals disappeared, and a strange blue halo surrounded a handsome god-like figure.
In an instant, the white rose petals that excited Zi Yeqian disappeared, and a beautiful man with a slender and elegant figure in a white robe appeared in mid-air. The man flew into the air and landed slowly. His silver hair, which was as long as a silver silk ribbon, was scattered freely.
Behind him, looking from a distance, the peerless and isolated face of a man as handsome as a god came into view out of thin air.