Change your life: I leave my life to God

Gao Ming proudly showed off the painting drawn by Liao Cong. Among the four kings of Hong Kong, Gao Laoba was squeezed in. They all wore handsome white suits of the same style and sang on the same stage, just like a boy band. The more shameless one was Gao Laoba. Eight still firmly occupies the C position, which is an eye-opener for a group of boys.

The key is to write the names of the five heavenly kings on the painting.

Gao Feixiang stared at the painting:"Shameless!"

"asshole!"Chen Hao was furious. He had already been drawn. With Liao Cong's laziness and unkindness, it would be difficult to get such a painting.

"Blaspheme my idol!"Zhang Dai went crazy, why didn't he think of such a slutty idea?

Zhang Zhao clenched his fists:"Gao Ming, if you act like that again, I'll tear your painting apart!""

The idol of a generation has turned out to be Gao Laoba's foil. The boys are angry and jealous, wishing to tear off Gao Ming's face in the painting and replace it with their own; the girls are also stimulated by Gao Ming's imagination, and the reality is I can't see my idol, so it's beautiful to look at a picture with him in the same frame!

So Liao Cong was so annoyed that he almost shut himself off.

Gai Yingchun's request became much more normal, and her hair was carefully maintained like this After many years, her hair is now knee-length, thick and black, and is as smooth and shiny as a waterfall when it is spread out. It is a hair quality that many girls envy and envy, but her request is to draw a portrait of herself with short hair. If it looks good, she will cut it. He also said that it was too troublesome to take care of his long hair. It was easy to draw, but Liao Cong also felt it was a pity:"It's hard to keep it so long, why should I cut it?" If you cut it, it won't grow back!"

Gai Yingchun looked at Liao Cong's almost buzz-cut hairstyle and couldn't help but reach out and touch it:"I can't bear to do it either, but it's too troublesome to wash your hair every time. You guys still have such clean and refreshing hairstyles, hehe, you Now he is just like a little monk!"

This is what Lin Xiaoxiao just gave Liao Cong a haircut at noon on Monday. Of course, it was still the ingenious Xiao Daxia who finished the haircut. No one else can afford these two. Haircuts are not allowed in the first month. After the first month, everyone is trapped in school again. Nowadays, most boys have long hair on their heads.

Liao Cong patted Gai Yingchun's hand away. Lin Xiaoxiao and Zhao Ke always liked to touch their heads these past two days. Gai Yingchun must have learned bad things from them!

Liao Cong Cong was still uneasy and said solemnly:"It's okay to paint. I just said it first. Whether you cut it short or keep it, it has nothing to do with my painting. Otherwise, I won't paint it.""

"Can I still rely on you? Gai Yingchun couldn't laugh or cry,"Actually, I've wanted to cut it for a long time. My hair is too long and garish. I've asked about it. I can sell it for a lot of money if I cut it.""

This is all about money. I guess she has really thought about it for a long time. Liao Cong didn't try to persuade her any more. He gave her a make-up during self-study that night. A beautiful picture of a short-haired and refreshing beauty jogging in the morning.

"Bah, pervert!"Gai Yingchun pinched Liao Cong as soon as she received the painting. These hot pants and navel-baring vest are too revealing. How can a normal girl dare to wear them nowadays? It really makes her blush just by looking at them.

"This is not what you want, look at how short this hair is!"

"Who asked you to draw so...so……"Gai Yingchun couldn't talk any more and pinched Liao Cong again. If this person could paint himself like this, he could probably paint someone even more exposed. It's scary to think about it!

"Don't like it? Then give it to me and I'll redraw it."

"no! Gai Yingchun shouted hurriedly, lowering his head shyly:"This is it, you are not allowed to tell others!""

Liao Cong didn't take it seriously:"What's there to say to others?"

Sending Liao Cong away, Gai Yingchun hurriedly stuffed the painting into the book and refused to let Fan Huixiang look at it. Although she was shy, Gai Yingchun couldn't help but take a few more glances and threw away the overly revealing clothes. , this painting has more merits, the pink-white skin like a cartoon girl, the perfect curves, the energetic mental state, even the beach next to it is full of freedom, all of which impact Gai Yingchun's immatureness heart.

Is the girl running with headphones in the portrait her herself? Why is she so confident? Also, this beach is so beautiful, the morning sun is so beautiful, and myself in the painting... is also so beautiful!

So, how did Liao Cong put it? Why is he so beautiful?

Does he like me?

Impossible, that is, because he was selected by him on Monday, the contact between the two became more frequent. Before, whether it was due to singing or other times, he had never looked at her differently. But... did he just fall in love with her?

Gai Yingchun was shyly narcissistic for a while, straightened his back, unconsciously spinning the ballpoint pen in his hand, thinking in his mind: Do you want to get up early tomorrow and do some morning exercise?

Liao Cong seems to be living in the dormitory over the canteen, go and scare him?

It's better not to give up, just in case he doesn't mean it...

It seems that he has a girlfriend, and I heard that she is the school beauty...

A painting makes Gai Yingchun It was difficult to calm down, and the expressions on his face kept changing, sometimes shy and sometimes frustrated, sometimes smirking and sometimes frowning.

The expressions on his deskmate were so rich that Fan Huixiang found it baffling and became even more curious about the painting, but Gai Yingchun was so protective. Yan Shi, she has no chance at all. I really want to see it. I wonder if Zhou Caihong and Li Na, who are in the same dormitory, can do anything. I will ask them soon. The task this week is simple. After finishing the two paintings in the class, Liao Cong is ready to paint The sketch of the school beauties has been made.

Due to the connection of school beauties and the tight time for chorus rehearsal last week, Hao Xuyang’s preparation plan to collect votes for portrait subjects was aborted before it could be implemented. The school beauties also have their own pride and do not want to be limited by others, or Said that some of them already had their own ideas, so after discussion with Li Lijun and others, they unanimously decided to choose their own theme.

Xiao Haiyang was still hesitating, he had not come up with a better idea than Gao Ming.

Hao Xuyang was also waiting and watching, The opportunity is rare, the sooner the better, maybe he can get new inspiration from other people's paintings.

There is also a tsundere class beauty Zhou Caihong in the class, but recently she looks at him very fiercely, like looking at a perverted pervert. When Liao Cong saw this, he had no intention of asking or explaining, and kept a distance from each other.

But the remaining school beauties suddenly became pretentious. When asked, everyone said they had not thought about it, as if the first one to draw had lost their price. I'm so crazy, why are all of them possessed by Guan Xiaoping? This girl hasn't decided what kind of painting she wants to draw yet.

But there has to be the first one. Liao Cong waited until Thursday night and finally got it with a piece of candy The vinegar pork ribs made Lin Xiaoxiao relax.

"Yang Yuhuan? No, you……"Liao Cong was about to go crazy when he suddenly looked Lin Xiaoxiao up and down. I have to say that her figure was quite in line with Yang Yuhuan's artistic image.

Lin Xiaoxiao pulled down the zipper of her school uniform, and casually put on a few delicate and elegant dance poses. She was worthy of being a dancer, and her movements and movements combined with her charming eyebrows really had such a charming temperament.

It's just that the corners of Yang Guifei's mouth are still stained with the juice from the sweet and sour pork ribs!

Don't tell me, it makes you look even more charming!

Liao Cong said with emotion:"Miss Lin, it's a good thing you were not born in ancient times, otherwise you would be a witch who would bring disaster to the country and the people!"

Lin smiled and changed her dancing posture, and hooked Liao Cong's chin affectionately:"Little Liao Son, am I beautiful?!"

"roll!"