Shen Wan stared at her suspiciously, "Is it just that simple?"

Xuanli lowered her eyes sadly, she also wanted to be more complicated, but in fact the relationship between the two was that simple.

It's second only to him taking care of her as a sister.

She nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Shen Wan was extremely disappointed, "Well, I thought you had a thrilling story."

Thrilling? But for Xuanli, it is indeed an unspeakable but shocking secret love.

Three o'clock in the afternoon was the time agreed upon with Zhao Qingyu, and Xuanli arrived at the studio ten minutes early.

She heard Feng Wei say that it was incidental that Zhao Qingyu was good at mathematics, and his main hobby was painting.

The studio was different from what she imagined with paint everywhere. Instead, it was clean and tidy, with nothing except a few drawing boards on display.

Xuanli sat on the low stool in the middle and waited for him, admiring the newly transplanted pine wood outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

When Zhao Qingyu opened the door and came in, he saw such a scene.

The girl in the white dress sat with her knees together and her long hair was tied with a white bow, and the satin ribbon fluttered with her swaying head.

Her complexion is fair and glows with orange warmth under the sunlight.

He has painted many beautiful girls, but every time he sees Xuanli, his eyes light up with freshness.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, Xuanli looked at him, "Classmate Zhao, what posture do you need to pose?"

Zhao Qingyu opened the stool and set up the drawing board, "Just keep it like this."

She did not move as he was told, quietly waiting for him to paint.

The only sound in the quiet studio was the rustle of pencil rubbing against paper. Xuanli looked sideways at the window for a long time, and her neck was already a little sore.

But the sound of painting hadn't stopped yet, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

It wasn't until the sunset that Zhao Qingyu put down his pen and said in a light voice: "Okay."

Xuanli's tense body relaxed instantly. She pinched the back of her neck and her voice was hoarse when she spoke: "Can I take a look?"

"Can."

When she walked to the painting and looked at the portrait that was exactly the same as her own, she couldn't help but marvel: "It's really lifelike."

His usually expressionless face had a rare smile, "Your liking is the greatest affirmation of this painting."

Xuan Li asked a question that Shi Qian had always been curious about, "Since Mr. Zhao has such good painting skills, why did he choose psychology?"

Zhao Qingyu frowned and his smile faded a little, "My family doesn't agree with me taking the path of art. Being good at math is just a way to please them, and the same goes for coming to Western University. Only in this way will they not stop me from painting."

She thought of Huo Lishen and Qiu Xin, who had been really good to her over the past fifteen years. But once she showed thoughts that were inconsistent with their expectations, they would tell her righteously that this was not good for her future development.

Over time, Xuanli lost her original hobby and lived a regular life. It was not until she came to Kyoto that she felt the breath of freedom.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you persist, you will get their recognition sooner or later."

It was more like she was saying to herself that she respected and loved her adoptive parents and hoped that they would recognize her original intention.

Zhao Qingyu picked up the drawing board and said, "Thank you."

Before he walked out of the studio, he turned around hesitantly, "Were you the one who was with Jiang Cheng that night?"

Xuanli was startled and lowered her eyes in confusion, "It's me."

Zhao Qingyu looked at her intently for a while, then smiled meaningfully, "If you keep thinking about her, there will be echoes."

She raised her eyes in shock, but he had already left.

…

The results of the written test were notified the next day, and Xuanli received it from Jiang Cheng, the president of the Student Union.

He called her specifically.

Ever since she found out that the person who sent her the interview text message was Jiang Cheng, she had saved his number.

The four people in dormitory 701 were still gathering around to drink afternoon tea and chat about gossip. Their mobile phones were all placed upside down on the table in unison.

Until a cell phone with an orange case rang, and the other three people stopped chatting heatedly.

Shen Wan clapped her hands excitedly: "It's Lili's mobile phone. The wine served tonight will be punished by three extra drinks!"

In order to celebrate Shen Wan and Xuanli passing the student union interview, Chen Ke suggested going to the bar for a big drink.

Although Xuanli's results have not yet come out, others agree that she will pass.

Xuanli knew that she was a poor drinker, so she wanted to refuse, but she couldn't convince the others. Chen Ke repeatedly assured her that it was safe to clear the bar, so she relented and agreed.

She picked up her phone and saw a "1" on the caller ID, and her heart stopped.

Shen Wan came over curiously, "Hey, who is this?"

Xuan Li picked up her phone and walked to the balcony without changing her expression, "Senior of the student union."

Jiang Cheng deliberately suppressed his voice and said, "Classmate Xuanli, congratulations on passing the written test."

"I know it is you."

There was a chuckle from the other side of the phone, "You can tell it's me even if it's all clamped like this?"

Her voice lowered, "I know you even if you turn into ashes."

Jiang Cheng held the balcony railing with one hand, but he was not annoyed at all, "Xuan Xiaoli, what you said is unlucky."

Xuanli hesitated for a long time, but decided to tell him about going to the bar with her roommate tonight.

"Um, Jiang Cheng..."

"Um?"

The end of his voice was lengthened unconsciously, tickling her ear like goose feathers.

The itching suppressed what she wanted to say, "It's nothing."

Since it's Qing and he's with them, nothing will happen to him.

Xuanli hung up the phone and returned to the dormitory. They had already started to pick out the clothes to wear to the bar at night.

Shi Qian didn't want to join them, but Chen Ke insisted on dragging her to dress up, so she could only sit on the chair helplessly and let others slaughter her.

"Lili, what's the result?" Shen Wan poked her head out from the pile of clothes she was holding, "Your senior in the secretariat is so considerate and even called to inform me personally."

"Since you've made the call, it must have passed," Chen Ke admired his masterpiece with satisfaction, "Qianqian obviously has good facial features and has short hair. Her nightclub makeup is really cool and awesome!"

She looked at Xuanli and asked, "Would Lili come to make one too?"

Xuanli hurriedly refused: "No, no, I'm not suitable for that."

Shi Qian looked at the mirror and frowned in disgust, "Li Li is naturally beautiful, how can she be polluted with acquired things like cosmetics?"

"You don't need to put on makeup, but I have to choose the clothes myself!" Chen Ke jumped to Xuanli's wardrobe, "Can I see your clothes?"

She opened the closet and said, "You might not think it looks good."

Chen Ke scanned the plain-colored clothes with his scrutinizing eyes, and couldn't help but be speechless: "Why are they all in such dull colors, either white or light yellow and light blue."

"Li Li is not suitable for the coquettish style," Shen Wan was still gesturing at the dress in front of the dressing mirror, "pure lust is her style."

"Do you know what contrasting style is?" Chen Ke was determined to make Xuanli wear clothes that were opposite to her usual style, so she rummaged through her wardrobe.
Chapter completed!