Art Student Illness

Qi Zheng, as his name suggests, he is strong and strong. I can carry a fifty-pound drawing board bag to take exams in various schools. She looks thin, but actually has a lot of flesh when she takes off her clothes. He could wield the 60-pound collector's guqin at Shen Mianfeng's house. Shen Mianfeng: Back then, she hit my piano on my head, so our parents didn't allow us to play. Qi Zheng: Fart, it's obviously because your family is too pretentious. Literary youth is a disease that needs to be cured. Shen Mianfeng glanced at Qi Zheng, who only started to learn painting in high school and was very vulgar, and sneered: The college entrance examination is about to come, do you still have time to set up a stall under the overpass to draw portraits for people? Preparing for early employment? Qi Zheng picked up the paint box... Well, he didn't want to give it up, so she picked up the brush bucket and threw it at him. Not splashed. But Shen Mianfeng was still suffering from the cold. When he was groggy, he dreamed that Qi Zheng laughed at him for dressing like an old-fashioned vampire from the 1970s and 1980s while playing cello in the venue. He could be buried as soon as the coffin board was closed. He gritted his teeth: What a stupid woman! He was playing "Nocturne", couldn't she understand what he meant? Qi Zheng, who works hard to earn money and studies, has no musical talent: He told me that I went there because it was free, but that thing is like playing cotton. It only looks good but has no use. I wasted half a day setting up a stall. Later during college. Shen Mianfeng: Test, test, test... Qi Zheng: Fight back, fight back, fight back! ! ! ! Shen Mianfeng: I have no other moves. How about using the most stupid move? I'll put a wreath of candles downstairs, and I'll contact my junior brother to learn guitar. (Military Advisor No. 1: Please wake up!) Qi Zheng: I always feel that he is provoking. Does he want to destroy me with a beauty trick? After all, we haven't dealt with it since childhood. (Military Advisor No. 2: Just say so (powerless)...) Graduation was finally approaching, and Shen Mianfeng had an idea. Arrangements were made for the two military advisors to meet, and they hit it off immediately, setting up a dragnet. Nervous artistic woman × delicate and cold music man ＊All members have morally flawed characters/non-cool writing *The background is in the 1990s. The situation varies from place to place. Please do not criticize here. ＊Please do not click if there are too many minefields. Purpose: Improve skills, art has no boundaries