Dulce Hooper immersed himself in painting, dividing the paper diagonally with a stark contrast of colors. One side depicted a boundless sky, drenched in vivid hues of blue, with lush green grass swaying gently in the breeze, evoking a sense of refreshing tranquility. The other half remained untouched, an empty canvas.
As he contemplated, Zachary stroked his chin. "I had thought you excelled more in portraiture."
Curious, Dulce Hooper inquired, "What made you think so?"
Zachary surveyed the art adorning the room's walls. "These are predominantly portraits, and some bear a striking resemblance in style. I didn't anticipate your skill in capturing landscapes as well. Your artistic talent truly knows no bounds. It's truly impressive."
Dulce Hooper dismissed the praise modestly, shutting the door and returning to his easel. A mischievous smile graced his lips as he asked, "So, what do you think, Mr. Prospective Heartthrob?"
Chuckling at the playful bant
He used to taunt Wright for pursuing Patrick, but now the seasoned veteran had transformed into a bewildered old man, utterly inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart. Love truly remained a mysterious force.The more he contemplated, the more resolute he became. He refused to become the very coward he despised the most.With determination etched on his face, he held his breath and, as Quilly tapped his shoulder to indicate their departure, he firmly clasped her wrist, averting his gaze from her mildly surprised expression. He spoke the harshest words he had ever uttered in his entire life."Assist me for a moment. I'm feeling a tinge of heartbreak."Quilly struggled to grasp the convoluted and contrived plot of the film. She had presumed Zachary would share her sentiments, but now she harbored doubts.Hesitatingly, she inquired, "Is it due to the storyline?"Zachary shook his head sorrowfully and confessed, "No, it's because I wast
Zachary meets Quilly's cold gaze: "..."His head full of purpose and intrigue, "snapped," and he stood up slowly, peeking over Dulce Hooper's book.Not much care for him... just that Quilly would not allow a scheming, fake student in his class that he did not yet know about.He looked a few more complicated, what a big heart.He asked kindly, "I heard from Zander that you've been recuperating at home for a while, are you feeling better?"The class does not hold a position, and Quilly does not have much contact, and he has not seen him go to the problem between classes, only to the extent of meeting and greeting."And it can be called a seat change, just separating you from Dulce Hooper, right, you bullying people?""Heaven forbid, I'm on good terms with my little tablemate." Zachary winked at Dulce Hooper and casually ruffled his hair, "It's just that someone was afraid I'd charm you beyond belief, and beauty is a sin."So Zach
A student had the audacity to pick up for Zachary: "Then you'd better have some, teacher."He initially thought that the "transfer student" was originally seated here.He picked and chose, only unwrapped a piece of mung bean cake, and handed the representative a bottle of milk.He argued, "You are so busy, how can I take up your precious time with my stupid brain?""It's nothing, just some superficial injuries, my dad is the one making a big deal out of it." Isla Brock didn't really want to talk about it and scattered the snacks he scavenged from the commissary on Zachary's table, instantly flooding Zachary's already empty desk, "Zander and I bought these, a little thank you gift, you're welcome."Quilly happened to come in through the back door with his books, and Zachary took a turn in his words, "-Yeah, I love learning; learning loves me."Dulce Hooper blocked the table next to him with a complicated look, "Zachary... you changed seats."<
"I'll go in then." Zachary's heart skipped a beat. He had wanted to use the name of the calligraphy club representative, but instead, he had blindly stumbled upon an obstacle and exploited his little tablemate.Until he saw a familiar group name, he paused, thought for a moment, and finally placed a checkmark in the "chemistry lab group." Then he pinned it back to her notebook without changing his expression.When Zachary hollowed out and took the win with a toss, he turned around at the sound of a steep shout, and the man stared at him without blinking, suddenly smiling and raising his hand with a cold Coke.Zachary followed Quilly's lead and watched her sit down, and he followed suit.Zachary smiled and pressed the "answer" button, putting the phone to his ear. "Your order for a punch has arrived."But he was a little surprised. "Has the president already arrived? I thought I was faster than her.""Wait, the teaching reference is on the first floor..." She could finally respond, str
The watchdog couldn't even react in time before Zachary delivered a sharp knee to his stomach, causing him to fall to the ground, baring his teeth in pain.The large top floor is the Gale Watts Memorial Hall, which is usually locked and only available to guests or alumni on big days like school celebrations.Zachary was already familiar with the path at Gale Watts. Isla Brock had just come out of theZachary put his phone away without moving and greeted the classmate next to him. Then, in the name of going to the bathroom, he sneaked out of the auditorium and carefully closed the door.Zachary opened his mouth and improvised, "I'm from the club. The president sent me to take inventory of the event props.""You're not sitting here," Quilly reminded him.He helplessly met the exact same cold face as he remembered: "Such a coincidence again?"The front court resounded with the sound of boys and girls cheering, while he occupied the best
Zander hid in the corner and did not dare to make a sound. He looked at the classroom full of "lying corpses" who could not even howl out, his eyes dull.He casually picked up a broken plastic board, a plastic bench that these little bastards had violently destroyed when they scared Zander, and he slapped Human Oracle's face with it, "Got a cigarette?""No special circumstances have to participate, many students get it done in their senior year, but you are a transfer student, not yet a transfer senior, the rules are such that there is no way."Zachary slowly typed out a question mark, "When did I sign up for the chemistry lab group?"A loud announcement suddenly filled the entire campus, and a radio speaker on the third floor of the lab building was right next to the art club, outputting right at Zachary's ear. Zachary frowned, rubbed his ear, and glared at the broken speaker....... just isn't a good phrase.Zachary sent Zander a copy of the cute video of Gale Watts' famous jerks wa
Isla Brock's thank-you message popped up at this point, spilling out all over the place, writing like a big exam essay, and Zachary flipped through two pages and finally saw a useful sentence at the end.And there seems to be a loudspeaker outside the art club window, yelling from the inside and outside.Quilly gently removes it and sits back down, looking at him good-naturedly, "What's the problem?"No one answered, and he went back to the canvas and dabbed his paint.He turns back, the momentum remains strong, and then... expressionlessly pushes back the application form.Zachary: “..."Then he saw the word "Quilly" next to the chemistry lab group."And just now the meeting, you slipped away early, I'm afraid I did not hear," Quilly seems to laugh a little, turning up old accounts, "the principal deliberately left a few class managers asked about the club practice, I happened to bring the form, so I gave him a look over, inclu
"You have zero credibility with me," Quilly said coldly. "Bring it on."People's subconscious actions don't lie, and Quilly was sure that when they were together, Zachary was still within the ordinary range, or at most a little more perceptive than the next person.Quilly nodded. "I'll call your parents later..."But this big heartless did not appreciate it. Two hands instantly wrapped around her hand, holding back a drag, into the phone loudly: "Brother, my good brother, my teacher has something to say to you!"It was at this point that Zachary made the mistake of breaking through the door of the abandoned warehouse and into the silent world called "Quilly".The pale green-blue fog burrowed into that stale little cube. The screen suddenly lit up, and the picture was blurred around by the green-blue fog.Zachary froze, and his heart instantly sharpened. "What lab building?"Now they stare at each other in silence, those falsehoods and cries like broken beautiful ice crystals. The sun