Chapter 306 Qiao Liang means bridge

Gao Fei’s birthday is actually in January.

In the previous life, this boy was unable to grow up; in this life, he finally grew up.

It seems that he has become a little more responsible. In order to go to the same university as his girlfriend, he should be the one who studies the hardest. If it were not for the playfulness and neglect of studies in the first and second years of high school, the current Academic performance is not necessarily worse than Anting.

Anting felt very satisfied. Once this time passed, it meant that Gao Fei's death node had been perfectly avoided.

Although many unexpected things happened, such as Gu Xueli’s debut as a national style goddess, and the start of Zhu Jiajun’s career, Anting truly fulfilled his mission.

There is only one thing left - Bao Weiwei's death node, which happened many years later, probably when he graduated from undergraduate degree.

This is also the reason why Anting and Bao Weiwei must go to the same university.

An Ting doesn’t hate this kind of rebirth, it’s a salvation for those who are unaware of it.

Perhaps, one day I will really let go.

But, after letting go, where to go?

　“Meow~”

The music for eye exercises is playing on the radio, and the students in the class are doing eye exercises.

At this moment, it was actually 3:15 in the afternoon, and the first period of eye exercises had just ended.

An Ting was thinking about something and doing eye exercises when he suddenly heard Qiao Liang’s cat-like voice. He opened his eyes, turned his face, and stared at the window sill. There was a dull hair on it swaying in the wind. , in the sunshine, like a golden osmanthus.

Over the past year, Xu Qingshu didn’t adjust his seat much.

Anting and Song Ci have always been at the same table, sitting in the back row near the window.

At this moment, Song Ci was not sitting next to the boy, but on the podium, responsible for managing the discipline of eye exercises.

Anting complained: "Cran Liang, stop calling me and squatting by the wall without showing your head."

Qiao Liang was actually squatting outside, separated by a wall. Tall enough + the window design is not high, even when squatting, the conspicuous dull hair is still exposed.

Hearing Anting’s voice, Qiao Liang’s cat-like head popped out.

It really is a cat head. Her hair is not long enough. During the dry autumn and winter seasons, it always arches up, like a pair of cat ears.

　“Hey hey hey~”

AntingHe held his chin with one hand and said disgustedly: "What are you doing? Don't you need to do eye exercises?"

"I need your help."

"What's the matter?"< br />
　"You come out first." She looked like a lucky cat, waving her hands, very cute.

An Ting sneaked out through the back door.

The student union will manage students’ eye exercises and grade civilized classes.

However, in the senior year of high school, these things are not so important. Many teachers will even take a few minutes to do eye exercises. However, Xu Qingshu is a serious person and asks students to do eye exercises. It is important to protect the eyes. .

At the same time.

Song Ci on the podium noticed Anting and Qiao Liang going out.

　“What are those two idiots doing?”

　…

　Then immediately.

Qiao Liang led Anting to the senior art room.

Along the way, Qiao Liangcai told Anting the whole story: "The art college entrance examination is over. We shouldn't need to draw until the cultural college entrance examination comes. Today we have to clean up the art room of the third year of high school."
< br />"So early?"

"Well, the school has new changes this year."

An Ting asked doubtfully: "New changes?"
< br />　“Aren’t we divided into arts and sciences classes in the first and second grades of high school? Starting from this semester, we will change classes. We will start dividing classes in the first semester of high school. Our art room must be given up.”

“ Hey, it’s rolled up.” Anting sighed.

No wonder the senior year art room had to be cleaned up so early. It turned out to be to give it to the new generation of art students.

This winter is not very cold, especially during the day, when the sun is shining, it is very pleasant.

Qiao Liang was wearing a complete winter school uniform + basketball shoes. The zipper of her jacket was open and the sleeves were lengthened to cover her hands. She walked on the school road with restless steps.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the light and dark are mixed together, giving people a shining sense of sight.

Like a cat demon that can be blown away by the wind.

When he walked to the long slope of the school, Qiao Liang suddenly looked back, stared at the young man, and said: "Brother Ting, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Well, because there are still other things in high school. One semester is over..."

Qiao Liang seemed to understand, "Oh, is it perfect?"

"It's okay..."

Very soon.

The two came to the art room of the third year of high school.

According to Qiao Liang herself, her father came and was right at the school gate to take away his daughter’s painting tools to save him time to move home.

In fact, it is not only painting tools, but also many works.

This girl can really draw.

However, Anting soon discovered one thing - God, there are many paintings about himself, from two dimensions to three dimensions, in various styles.

An Ting imitated Qiao Liang's heartless smile, with a big heart, and joked: "You have a crush on me?"

Your stories are all about me.

Upon hearing this, the careless Qiao Liang suddenly panicked. He quickly stepped forward, took the painting from the young man's hand, made a face, and said: "I will not fall into this A boring crush."

"That's right, I can't imagine you having a crush on someone else... By the way, I remember you said you wanted to draw a real me. Is there any final result?"

"No..."

An Ting did not dwell on this topic. Although he had attended a painting class when he was a child, he did not understand the world of artists very well, so he obediently helped organize things.

Less than a minute.

Qiao Liang's voice came from behind again, "An Ting, Anting, which one do you like?"

"Hmm...?"

The moment he turned around, he saw Qiao Liang holding his own two-dimensional portrait in his left hand and Song Ci's two-dimensional portrait in his right hand.

Qiao Liang had a smile on his face. He looked harmless, innocent and chatting.

This should be a very naive and simple question.

The same is true for the young man's habitual thinking. He just wanted to reach out his hand and open his mouth, but he was stunned.

Can’t answer.

A brief silence.

With a hint of embarrassment about changing the topic, Anting gathered his things, turned around, and walked out of the art room door, saying: "Let's go, isn't your dad waiting at the school gate? Although the next section It’s a self-study class, but it can’t be delayed for too long. I still have to study hard.”

“Ouch.”

On the way to the school gate, Qiao Liang seemed to be more at ease. , transformed from a refined fairy into a human being, walking side by side with the boy.

　“I’m bored, let’s talk about the topic I want to draw a real picture of you.”

　“Ang, what’s there to talk about?”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t believe in rebirth, or maybe it’s because I don’t understand rebirth, so I always miss the point when I draw it.” Qiao Liang sighed with emotion.

In the final analysis, the short-haired girl still doesn’t believe in rebirth.

An Ting rolled his eyes and changed his words, "There is no such thing as rebirth. I'm just teasing you. I'm just an ordinary business genius+genius boy+handsome guy."

There is no such thing as a rebirth. I am just an ordinary high school student aged 17 or 18 who owns 300 branches, two Internet companies, and a piece of land.

In juvenile comics, it makes sense.

Qiao Liang was so amused that she burst into laughter.

Smiling like a flower, quietly speeding up.

Not far away, he tilted his head and looked back.

　“I remember you said one thing, you didn’t know me in your previous life, and your rebirth has nothing to do with me, but... is there a possibility——”

　“What possibility ?" Anting frowned and asked doubtfully.

"Your rebirth is to meet me."

Qiao Liang means a bridge, connecting the past life and this life.