Chapter 32 Joy comes from the sky

"Isn't this your CP?" Zhao Ke came to Zhou Ziheng with a teasing look on his face and showed him the photos and videos he had posted on his circle of friends. "Hey, he looks really pretty, much better than the girls in our class."

"There are six women in our class." Zhou Ziheng sneered, buried his head and continued the unfinished question, but did not wear headphones.

"Oh, I mean it looks better than the girls in our school, and they are also good at white-skinned and have a good face. Tsk tsk, I can't tell. I thought you were just ordinary fried Xipi, but I didn't expect that your relationship was so good in private. He would come to see you when you study for yourself." Zhao Ke's imagination became bigger and bigger, "He wouldn't have prepared any love bento for you!"

Zhou Ziheng turned his fingers and put the pen on the table with a loud bang, looking up at Zhao Ke. Without saying anything else, Zhou Ziheng's eyes were definitely the most aphrodisiac, emitting the pheromone of "I'm not easy to mess with". Zhao Ke immediately recognized and covered his mouth, "Study, learn."

Love bento?

With his skills, it would be better not to poison people.

Strangely, Zhou Ziheng actually imagined the strange situation where Xia Xiqing handed him a pink bento box. When the lid was lifted, there was a large ball of black unknown objects inside.

Crazy, what the hell is it? Zhou Ziheng held his forehead with his left hand and held a pen in his right hand on the draft paper absent-mindedly writing and painting.

Why did Xia Xiqing come to their school? And he didn't say anything to him, and he was just forwarding the Weibo of the magazine's official blog like himself.

Could it be that he is really here to find him?

No, no, he must be unhappy.

"Ai Ziheng."

A mess of thoughts was interrupted by Zhao Ke's voice. Zhou Ziheng, who came to his senses, found that he had written a lot of Xia Xiqing's names on the draft paper, which scared him himself. He quickly put the draft paper back and pressed it down, "What, what's wrong?"

Zhao Ke took the pen and pointed to his calculation paper, "You prove the Bloch theorem for me. I proved it for a long time and felt something was wrong."

Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief, took the calculation paper and looked at it for a while, then took off his baseball cap and buckled it on his head so that the brim of the hat would block Zhao Ke's vision.

"To put it bluntly, the most difficult part is the eigenvalue of the Hamiltonian operator. The project volume is too large, so we need to introduce a translation operator here, because these two operators have the same eigenfunction, and the eigenvalue of the translation operator is easy to calculate," he lowered his head and wrote the formula and derivation process carefully on the paper. "This is equivalent to a curve saving the country. In fact, there is a hypothesis afterwards, and it is almost the same as finding that it is a periodic function."

"Oh, I understand, I understand." Zhao Ke took the calculation paper, "Tianxiu, you, honestly explain, did you even make up for your lessons while filming!"

Zhou Ziheng said, "If I had made up for the lessons, will I still be studying now?"

Self-study...

Now I feel strange when I say these two words. Zhou Ziheng took the draft paper with Xia Xiqing's name to the table quietly, thinking of rubbing it. His fingers paused again, and finally folded it a few times, stuffed it into his pocket of his clothes.

Xia Xiqing, who was almost kneaded into a ball, finally arrived at the art academy with the help of the enthusiastic female students. His former deputy tutor, Professor Wang, specially found a student to pick him up. The student looked pretty good and looked full of vitality. He greeted him very enthusiastically as soon as he met.

"Senior Brother Xiqing, I heard from Teacher Wang that you were a storied figure there when you were in Fomei." The junior brother looked admiring, "I have seen many of your previous works in Teacher Wang's computer, and I especially like it, especially the painting "The Girl in the Boboli Garden". It was painted too much..." He couldn't find the exact adjective for a while, and his face turned red, and his index finger was holding it excitedly.

Xia Xiqing found it funny, so he reached out to put the junior brother's finger back, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thanks."

The junior brother's face turned redder and he quickly followed Xia Xiqing, "Senior brother, I watched your show. You are really amazing. And I didn't expect you to look at your works before... so beautiful." When the last four words were said, he suddenly felt guilty and his voice became weaker.

He was a little afraid of embarrassment. After all, for most boys, it is not so much to be happy to be praised by another boy.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing turned his head and showed a gentle smile at him, "Then I am really honored, it just fits your aesthetic."

After he got this trick, the innocent junior brother was completely fascinated by the fact that he took him to the location arranged by the sculpture exhibition excitedly and in a hurry.

While on the way, Xia Xiqing had already seen the materials and design drafts of this modern sculpture art exhibition sent by Professor Wang. When he came to the scene, he found that Professor Wang was not exaggerating. There were only two days left and many things were not completed.

"Originally, we had enough time, but the group responsible for the main exhibits made something wrong. The teacher was particularly dissatisfied with the things he made in the end, so he could only ask senior brother, you come over to help us complete the exhibit."

The so-called main exhibit he mentioned was actually a surreal sculpture up to 3.2 meters high. In the initial design draft, it was originally planned to use resin materials and glass fiber to make a man's head with high fidelity, but what Xia Xiqing saw was only completely deviating from the correct proportion and only completed the defective products of the lower half of the face.

"Senior brother, we originally wanted to tear it down directly, but the teacher said that we should take a look when you come."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, but just touched his chin, picked up a pencil from the ground, took the design draft and circled around the residual exhibit, and stopped from time to time, lowered his head to write and draw.

After twenty minutes, the junior brother who was sitting on the ground and waiting was almost asleep. Suddenly there was a piece of paper in front of him, with a completely different design draft on it.

The original surreal style was overturned, but this residual portrait with imbalanced proportions was retained, but the part on the top of the head was removed to form a hollow head, and a variety of complex and interlaced lines burst out from the head, which were expressed by wood chips, acrylic, metal, colored resin and other materials, but on the outermost layer, everything was wrapped around and wrapped around in circles.

The left side of the lower half of the face was shattered and covered with cracks. The left eye made tear marks with resin to fill the cracks on the face.

The theme is written in the lower right corner of the design draft - imprisonment.

Imprisonment thought...

This concept is really amazing. The junior brother held the design draft and couldn't speak for a long time. He looked up at Xia Xiqing squatting in front of him, "This, this..."

Xia Xiqing just tilted the corner of his mouth, pointed his thumb back at the broken exhibit behind him, "It's time to start work." As he said that, he stood up, pulled the off-white sweater on his body, frowned slightly, and asked, "Junior brother, are there any more dirty clothes?"

In the library, Zhou Ziheng was still sitting in his previous seat to study, but the noise in the back row became louder and louder, and the girls were talking in a crowd.

"Hey, it's been so long, and Xia Xiqing hasn't come to the library. Could it be that he's lost."

"We have several libraries in our school, maybe."

"Don't gossip, maybe they didn't come because of Zhou Ziheng. My classmate was in the Art Academy and said that Xia Xiqing was asking where the Art Academy was going on on the road, and he didn't ask about the School of Physics at all."

"It's true, it's a fake candy, [Biqudao      www.biqudao.info] I said Ziheng couldn't move."

...

The headphones were quiet and there was no music. In the quiet study room, even the quiet discussion could be heard. Zhou Ziheng did not react, but Zhao Ke turned around and glared at the girls in the back row fiercely.

Zhou Ziheng took off his black-framed glasses and rubbed his nose. Looking at the draft paper on the table, he couldn't help but take out his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.

There was no message either.

I couldn't help but click on WeChat, and the dense new news came up. The [terrorist] chat box was squeezed into an invisible corner. I turned around for several pages before I could turn it.

What exactly is this guy doing? He didn't say hello to him even though he came to school, which made him watch by everyone and became the last person to know about it.

never mind.

No matter what he is here for, he is not here to find himself.

Zhou Ziheng has never been a self-indulgent person. As an actor who grew up under the noses of the audience, he does not even have excessive self-confidence like other people in the same profession. He thinks that celebrities are just ordinary professions and should be grateful for being loved by so many people.

He never felt that there would be someone who appeared for himself.

But now, everyone told him that Xia Xiqing came to school for you and he came to see you. This repeated hint made him really think that Xia Xiqing was just coming to find him.

What is this? Is the new push-pull tactic?

Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng fell on the table, holding his cell phone in his hand, and buried his entire face in his arms.

"Hey, Zhou Dabao, big star, handsome guy, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ke lowered his voice, "Be careful about your image, your fans are everywhere. I cleaned it up for an entire hour before going out to study with you."

"I'm tired and want to take a break." Zhou Ziheng's voice was muffled, "My fans won't get close to you."

Perhaps it is because Zhou Ziheng is too young and it is already very hard to travel between studying and Romance's career for many years. Zhou Ziheng's fans are very considerate of him and will not disturb him too much even if they see him in school.

"Okay, but you don't even go and check it out when you are here." Zhao Ke smiled and poked his elbow with a pen, "What if he comes to find you later."

Zhou Ziheng, who was lying on the table, was hit by his troubles, and his tone began to become impatient, "Shut up, I have nothing to do with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Zhou Ziheng guessed that it must be someone who was watching the fun again, so he ignored it and pressed it on the table. Unexpectedly, after a while, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the table in the study room made a striking sound. He quickly picked it up, and there were a few big words written on the screen.

[terrorist]

Zhou Ziheng immediately sat upright.

"Who?" Zhao Ke glanced at it and was startled when he saw the notes. "Damn brother, are you going to act in an anti-terrorism movie recently? 666!"

"Rebel against you." Zhou Ziheng looked at the phone that was shocked, hesitated for a while, and finally hung up the phone.

I've called a phone call long ago. I've just sent a letter now, and I've probably asked him for it.

"Why don't you answer?" Zhao Ke looked at Zhou Ziheng with a gossip on his face, and Zhou Ziheng glared at him, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The phone shook a few more times, it was a WeChat message.

[Terrorist: Ah, I forgot that you are studying for yourself and can't answer the phone~]

[Terrorist: I'm in your school's Art Academy now, you should know about this.]

Zhou Ziheng snorted coldly in anger, picked up his phone and started typing. Zhao Ke next to him secretly observed his best friend. The more he rated, the more he felt something was wrong. Usually, Zhou Ziheng is a five-good young man radiating the glory of the Holy Father. How could anyone provoke him like this?

[Moral Model: Do I know what the meaning is?]

[Terrorist: Of course there is one. I am so hungry now that I haven't eaten until now, and I'm almost fainted. The handsome and kind-hearted classmate Zhou Ziheng, can I deliver meals to your CP?]

[Terrorist: Sharing location.]

Sure enough, he did not enter the Three Treasures Palace without any trouble. Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he was the most popular young actor now, why did he beg for the domineering moment? Is there any trick in his mind? Who told him not to eat, he deserves to starve to death?

Zhao Ke looked at Zhou Ziheng beside him and his face changed again and again, looking like he was about to explode. He was frightened and afraid that he would attack the spot, which would make him on the hot searches. He could only prepare to grab Zhou Ziheng as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng suddenly stood up, pulled his schoolbag and was about to leave. Zhao Ke grabbed his arm, lowered his voice and asked, "Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Zhou Ziheng stuttered and avoided the important things, "It's something to do when you go out."

Looking at his hurriedly leaving, Zhao Ke shook his head with a "see through everything" expression on his face, and shared first-hand news in the chat group of [Zhou Ziheng Gossip Team].

[Captain Zhao: Report! Hengheng is gone! Please note that the team members of the art institute are approaching!]

Zhou Ziheng didn't know what was going on. While cursing Xia Xiqing, he was really in the mind, and then he ran to Changchun Garden to buy him some rice and took him to the Art Academy.

According to the location given by Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng passed through a teaching area and came to an indoor hall with an empty environment against the garden. There were various sculptures of various large and small, many of which were covered with cloth. Unlike the sculptures in Zhou Ziheng's previous impression, many of the works in this list are different from the modernist works of classical sculptures, and are even more abstract.

While he was walking among the numerous exhibits, he vaguely heard Xia Xiqing's voice.

Zhou Ziheng turned his head and looked at the giant sculpture at the bottom. A steel frame similar to a scaffolding was built around the exhibit. Two people stood on it. Under the steel frame was a not-so-thick protective pad, as if it was borrowed from the Taekwondo Hall, and there were several students busy making elements on the top of the head next to it.
To be continued...