After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

The thin shift schedule paper is printed with two black Song fonts side by side:

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen.

Qi Linqing can be promoted to Class A. Pan Xuehai was not surprised.

Even if the opponent can't get in, he will be surprised.

After all, the painting ability of the other party has far exceeded that of his teacher.

However, Zhong Chen could also be assigned to Class A, which made Pan Xuehai a little surprised.

Class C sketch teacher: "Sure, Zhong, his sketches are all over 85 in color."

"How did you teach Old Pan?" The teacher looked at Pan Xuehai and said half-jokingly: "In the first month of school, there were two students in your class who jumped into third-level classes. Are there so many geniuses?"

Pan Xuehai: "That's not what I taught. Qi Linqing is basically self-taught. Besides, this Zhong Chen, isn't it always rumored that he and Qi Linqing are a couple? Eighty percent is also Qi Linqing taught his paintings."

The teacher tutted twice and sighed: "The students nowadays are really amazing."

Zhimo Studio will also launch an elite class for principals every year, that is, select the top children from Class A and sign an agreement. If they can be admitted to ideal universities, such as the top art academies such as Qingmei, South America, North America, and Gome, the tuition is free and additional scholarships will be sponsored.

To a certain extent, this is also a means of enrollment for the studio.

Pan Xuehai felt that Qi Linqing should soon enter this elite class.

After the monthly test results were announced, some students in the studio were shocked.

It's only been a month, and Qi Linqing has led him directly into Class A? !

They can question whether Qi Linqing has studied Western painting before, but they cannot doubt Zhong Chen like that.

After all, Zhong Chen's reputation for "Bloodthirsty Blue Dragon" has spread far on City Road B, but any students who are a little bit confused will know him.

Zhong Chen is indeed true, and it is impossible for him to have studied art.

Before meeting Qi Linqing, his life was only full of drunken friends, eating, drinking, and playing with girls.

The classmates talked a lot.

"I heard that Zhong Chen's previous grades were counted down by their school grade."

"After being with Qi Linqing, his grades soared to the top ten in grade."

"true and false?!"

"It's too green..."

"No! It's true. I have an elementary school classmate who is in middle school now, and he told me."

"Maybe Zhong Brother is already very smart? It's just that he didn't put it on study before."

"I think so..."

"But Qi Linqing is still good."

Now everyone has heard that there are four newly promoted students in class D.

Except for Qu Jing, Zhong Chen and Feng Jiaqing usually have a good relationship with Qi Linqing. I heard from class D that Qi Linqing often teaches them to paint.

Does this mean that they can be promoted because of Qi Linqing's teaching?

Everyone is very scared to think carefully. This is something that even the studio teacher can't do.

If Qi Linqing did it, what kind of superb talent should he achieve in painting?

After learning that Qi Linqing was promoted, both Gan Yishan and Tanggula went to help him.

Gan Yishan went to class D to help move Qi Linqing's painting materials, textbooks and other things. She was also born very tall, with a height of 1.75 meters, which is quite outstanding among girls.

"Let me come, I am quite strong." She also showed Qi Linqing the muscles of her arm.

There are so many things, Qi Linqing did not refuse.

He planned to officially accept Gan Yishan as his disciple in the future, and she would do these little things.

There are many students in class A.

Compared with the classroom of Class D, the classroom of Class A is much more impressive. The lighting is also very good, suitable for painting.

On the wooden cabinet on the right are two plates of fruits and biscuit snacks that the teacher of Class A bought out of his pocket.

Qi Linqing carried the easel to Zhong Chen and stepped into the classroom.

The students in the room raised their heads to look at them, and the air was quiet for a moment.

Everyone's faces were filled with all kinds of expressions.

Some girls who admire their looks are happy and welcome, while others are repulsive, envious, jealous...

Qi Linqing withdrew his gaze after only a glance.

Sitting in the back row by the window, Tang Gu stretched out his hand to greet him.

Qi Linqing walked towards Tangula.

Zhong Chen paused when he saw this.

Tanggula took the initiative to stand up to help them organize their things, and smiled: "I changed this seat with someone else yesterday."

Qi Linqing: "Huh? Why?"

Tangula: "I know you like to sit by the window."

His eyes lingered between the two, and he smiled unnaturally.

"Thank you." Qi Linqing didn't really care about seats, but he thought Zhong Chen would like it. The position by the window has good air and is concealed, suitable for playing mobile phones while traveling.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen finished their things and sat and rested for a while.

Tanggula: "Do you want to drink milk tea?"

Qi Linqing: "There is no milk tea takeaway here." It can only be called errands. But it’s too much trouble for a few cups of milk tea. He only remembered Feng Jiaqing doing this.

Tang Gula murmured: "The fragrance is fluttering."

Qi Linqing shook his head, unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of hot tea, turned sideways and asked Zhong Chen, "Do you want to drink it?"

Zhong Chen put his arms around his chest, his expression seemed a little unhappy: "I don't drink."

He glanced at Tanggula indifferently.

Tanggula avoided his sight with a guilty conscience, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.

At this time, Gan Yishan also moved his seat near them. She originally wanted to sit closer to Qi Linqing, and it was convenient for her to ask questions about Chinese painting.

But she didn't expect that she broke through such an embarrassing scene as soon as she came over.

It seems that classmate Tang also likes Qi Linqing?

Gan Yishan hurriedly sent a message to Tanggula via WeChat: [Be careful]

Tangula: [? ]

Gan Yishan: [Give up Qi Linqing, you are too obvious. ]

Tangula: [……]

Gan Yishan: [Don't say what Zhong Chen will do to you, if their CP support club knows about it, they will tear you up tomorrow]

Tanggula stubbornly replied:

[Ok, I know. ]

But Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen still have a CP fan club?

Tangula didn't know this.

He thought for a while, clicked on Weibo and searched it.

The page popped up with a hypertext called "Qing Chen (Chen.

Seeing the 70,000 fans following, Tangula's expression changed.

With this number of fans, everyone may drown him with a spit.

The study life in Class A is more busy and fulfilling.

After Gan Yishan received the lost technique materials from the Calligraphy and Painting Association, he has been studying with great concentration. But the paper is too shallow, she often asks Qi Linqing where she doesn't understand.

And the other party always answered patiently one by one.

And I don't know if it was her illusion, Gan Yishan always felt that Qi Linqing's guidance was very precise...as if he was the creator of these techniques.

"Are these things your master taught you?" she finally couldn't help asking that day.

Qi Linqing paused for a while and nodded in response: "Yeah."

Gan Yishan: "Your master is really amazing... so are you." This kind of keen artistic talent is God's appreciation for food.

Although he is younger than Qi Linqing and the other party has not yet agreed to worship him as a teacher, Gan Yishan has often used "you" and "you" indiscriminately.

Qi Linqing didn't seem to care about it either.

"Do you have a master or teacher before?" Qi Linqing asked her.

Gan Yishan hurriedly said, "Forget it, my Chinese painting enlightenment teacher is my grandfather."

Qi Linqing: "Then you can continue to learn from him."

From Gan Yishan's style of painting, he can also see that the other side's teacher is extraordinary.

Her grandpa must also be a good master.

Gan Yishan shook his head and said bitterly: "My grandpa... passed away two years earlier."

Qi Linqing was startled slightly: "Sorry."

Gan Yishan smiled again: "It's okay, it's been a long time."

When the other party talked about this, Qi Linqing felt a little bit empathetic. His original painting enlightenment teacher was also a grandfather.

at the same time.

The Chinese Painting Contest held in Bangziguo.

The week-long event finally came to an end, and the supporters shouted excitedly:

"Congratulations to Mr. Xun Da from China for winning the championship!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Numerous media microphones were instantly pointed at the person at the center of this topic-the not surprising middle-aged man on the stage wearing a ash basket gown.

Reporters from all over the world rushed forward to conduct interviews.

"Mr. Xun, after a five-year absence, how does it feel for your Huaxia to win the championship again?"

"Mr. Xun, it is said that you used the lost technique that Sakurashima Komata has admired before this time. Can you reveal the mystery of this technique?"

"Mr. Xun, how old are you this year?"

"..."

Questions came at him like dense raindrops.

Xun Da took the microphone and smiled slightly: "I am 43 years old this year and my main profession is a doctor. Chinese painting is my hobby, and I didn't expect to be awarded today. I am really honored."

This remark immediately caused an uproar among the media reporters.

Doctor?

Can an amateur win the championship?

It can definitely become explosive news.

The other contestants who claimed to be professionals but lost to Xun Da turned green when they heard that.

Xun Da paused, and then said: "Here I want to thank someone who has selflessly contributed to us the traditional Chinese painting technique that has been lost for thousands of years, so that China's current Chinese painting industry can make great progress. I think I can win the prize this time. , Also because of him."

"Forgive me for not being able to reveal his name. But I believe many people have heard of who he is—"

"He is the anchor who has attracted a lot of international attention before, the newcomer of Chinese painting!"

All the reporters in the audience suddenly became upset.

City B, Zhimo Studio.

After communicating with Gan Yishan, Qi Linqing noticed something.

Although he provided lost techniques, except for the master, others may not be able to understand many details.

So he thought of a way to post and exchange on the Chinese Painting Forum, and then conduct more detailed teaching.

Under the recommendation of Gan Yishan, Qi Linqing often visited this forum during this period.

He posted a post on the Internet that day.

LZ[V1]:#Several practical summaries of ancient techniques lost for thousands of years#

At the beginning, Qi Linqing wrote a lengthy discussion about his own experience, hoping to help more Chinese painting lovers.

Qi Linqing is not so noble and great. Although he has been called a painting saint, perhaps it was the bottom life of his previous life that allowed him to always maintain a humble heart. He understood that he did not have the ability to make much change in the lonely Chinese painting world.

This is the choice of society, and it is also the reason why the era is eliminated.

He can only do as much as he can.

LZ[V1]: [Finally, if you have any questions, you can leave a message, I will reply later when I have time]

...

Guo Leshan is a student studying in the Chinese Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts.

He listened to the teacher's introduction and learned about this forum for Chinese painting enthusiasts to communicate, and he often boarded to browse posts when he had nothing to do.

I have to say that some posts really benefited Guoleshan. But generally the real masters will not post here, so it is basically the average level of enthusiasts to communicate.

This evening, he was writing a new post.

A post #about a few practice summaries of ancient techniques lost in a thousand years came into his eyes.

He took another look at the level of posting LZ, first-level newcomer?

Guoleshan almost laughed out loud.

This guy who posted is too mad.

To take such a powerful name, a summary of the ancient law that has been lost for thousands of years?

Why don't you say that you are the reincarnation of the painting saint Fu Yi? !

Guoleshan clicked on the post, and was thinking about how to satirize this LZ while waiting.

However, when he saw the first paragraph, he was stunned.

Why, how does it seem to be written in a decent way, which makes sense.

Guoleshan took a closer look and almost stopped breathing.

Damn it! All are super useful dry goods!

This poster, is it a master of traditional Chinese painting? ?

...

Similar situations happen frequently.

Soon, this post was topped on the forum HOT, and even topped by the host.

Nowadays, such simple and useful dry goods are too rare.

[Much of the knowledge that LZ talks about is related to the lost techniques newly released by the Calligraphy and Painting Association]

[It is reasonable to guess whether LZ is the leader of the Calligraphy and Painting Association]

[+11]

[LZ come back soon, ah ah, want to hug thighs]

[I want to ask a question]

[I also]

[I am willing to thunder LZ! ! Guiqiu boss answers]

[Thank you guys]

[Good people are safe in their lives]

[I wish the boss happiness]

[and many more. Does anyone think something is wrong recently]

[Isn’t there a host who was called a newcomer of Chinese painting? Mr. Xun won the championship just now in the broadcast of the Bangzi National Contest. When interviewed by the media, he said that he was very grateful to the new Chinese painting artist. The lost association of the association should be contributed by the newcomers of traditional Chinese painting. ]

[What's wrong]

[Upstairs, haven’t you watched the live broadcast of new Chinese painting artists? ! This involves a knowledge blind zone-the voice and hands of this anchor are very young]

[Some people say that the age of new Chinese painting artists is definitely not more than thirty-five years old]

[But a master of traditional Chinese painting who is not more than thirty-five years old... Isn’t it too scary? ]

[Yes, yes]

[I can see the shadow of the new Chinese painting artist from LZ’s post now]

[? ]

[Isn’t it possible, the newcomer of Chinese painting said that he was too busy to temporarily quit the live broadcast, how could he turn around and post on our forum]

[It's also...]

Qi Linqing didn't know that the posts he posted on the Internet were so popular.

In fact, he doesn't usually log on this forum, and he rarely uses his mobile phone besides browsing the news.

He went to pick up the courier after school this afternoon.

"Have you bought something?" Zhong Chen thought that the other party would not be able to shop online.

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "I bought a tablet, a capacitive pen and a digital tablet."

Zhong Chen: "???"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, not knowing why, he always felt that these things were incompatible with the other party's temperament.

Qi Linqing: "I plan to start learning board drawing."

This is a new type of painting that Qi Linqing has come into contact with recently. A brand-new art form based on high technology has made him very interested.

"Do you have a computer?" Zhong Chen asked.

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I just bought it and I'm still on the way."

Zhong Chen: "If you are in a hurry, you can use mine first."

He brought a notebook in his bedroom.

Qi Linqing: "Okay, thank you, but no, I'm going to try it with a tablet first."

When the self-study was over, the two returned to the dormitory.

Qi Linqing carried a bag of supper, which they bought in the studio canteen.

The midnight snack in the cafeteria is particularly popular. There are also foods such as wontons, steamed dumplings and oden, which taste very good.

Qi Linqing asked the auntie in charge downstairs: "Can I change the bed if I have time?"

The aunt was knitting a sweater without raising her head, "No no!"

Zhong Chen questioned: "Why hasn't the bed been vacated after a long time?"

Auntie: "Just no."

Zhong Chen: "..."

The auntie said in a bad mood: "Since you are thinking about changing the bed, why did you stick the beds together? Now the 502 glue is so tight that even the maintenance team can't be separated."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Qi Linqing looked at him and said, "If you mind, I can actually sleep on the ground."

Qi Linqing is not used to sleeping on a soft bed, thinking that it might be more comfortable to sleep on the ground.

"No need." Zhong Chen said: "I don't mind."

Although he intends to keep a distance from the other party for the time being, what is contradictory is that when he heard the aunt said that he had no bed, there was even a hint of joy in the deepest part of his heart.

Because he draws until midnight every day, Zhong Chen has recently become accustomed to eating midnight snacks.

But all this stopped when he found that his abdominal muscles were gradually disappearing and Qi Linqing's abdominal muscles were getting deeper and deeper.

Zhong Chen understood that he could no longer eat like this.

So he didn't buy supper after class this day.

"Are you really not buying it?" Qi Linqing gave him a surprised look.

Zhong Chen was expressionless: "Don't buy it." Then he pulled Qi Linqing into the bedroom without looking back.

But Zhong Chen didn't expect that when he got used to one thing, a sudden change would make him so uncomfortable.

At twelve o'clock, the downstairs of the studio had been locked.

After taking a shower, he lay on the bed but turned toss and turned and couldn't sleep.

Zhong Chen couldn't help it. He got up and rummaged around, only to find that there were no snacks that could be used to satisfy his hunger in their dormitory.

Qi Linqing never eats such unhealthy food.

He had to lie down on the bed again, but his stomach groaned.

Qi Linqing: "Hungry?"

Zhong Chen buried his head in the pillow and muttered, "No, go to sleep."

It was only six hours before dawn, and Zhong Chen thought that he would pass by forbearance and forbearance.

He was pale, with fine beads of sweat coming out of his forehead, and his stomach was waving like a fist.

This body's old stomach disease is probably caused by the original owner's drinking and eating irregularly all the year round.

When he was forcing himself to divert his attention, Zhong Chen suddenly heard a rustling noise from his side.

He thought that Qi Linqing went to the bathroom at night and didn't care too much.

He shrank into a ball under the covers, biting his fingers tightly, feeling like a grass on the verge of being beaten to death by heavy raindrops in a torrential rain.

This feeling is very familiar to Zhong Chen.

In his previous life, he was born prematurely. He had been sick since he had a baby.

Every time I get sick, it is so difficult.

But no matter how difficult the disease is, it will pass after one end.

Patter.

The sound of doors opening and closing.

It seems that Qi Linqing is out.

Zhong Chen opened his eyes and wanted to take a look, but his will was very dizzy and he didn't have much strength anymore. He seems to be floating in the air of nothingness, his body is getting lighter and lighter, and he is about to fly.

After a while.

There was the sound of footsteps again.

The sound of turning on the lights.

The gurgling sound of boiling water.

The rustle of the seasoning packet being torn apart.

The sound of pouring water.

Zhong Chen turned over in a daze, only the blurry figure of the other party in his sight.

A scent of instant noodles suddenly floated in the air.

After Zhong Chen was reborn, he only heard the name of instant noodles and had never eaten it. At this time, when he was extremely hungry, he smelled the noodles, and he only thought it was peculiar.

"Come and eat." Qi Linqing waited for three minutes and brought the bowl of instant noodles to him.

Zhong Chen sat up, his expression in a trance, he felt like he was dreaming.

"Where did you get the instant noodles?"

Qi Linqing: "Ask the bedroom next door to borrow it."

"By the way, I have a stomach medicine. Would you like to take one?"

He stretched out his hand and spread it out, revealing the half-board of tin foil pills lying in the palm of his hand.

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