Rebirth of the small model of the Republic of China

Chapter 18

Ye Chi was undoubtedly grateful for Fu Lin's promise to help him, but at the same time he was also afraid of the unknown.

What is he going to do?

They also opened up and said, if it is not that kind, what else is it?

Ye Chi began to think wildly in his mind.

For example, sadism, murderers, mysterious experiments, shame games, sexual fetishes...

My head was full of thoughts and I couldn't sleep.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Ye Chi tensed up instantly.

Fu Lin walked in, Ye Chi closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

But he never lied to Fu Lin.

When Fu Lin lay on the bed, he chuckled lightly.

Ye Chi: ...

Fu Lin turned around, and Ye Chi could guess that he must be holding his head sideways, the picture must be very sexy, wait, why did he say sexy.

When Ye Chi closed his eyes, he saw the white body that he saw by chance in the toilet last time.

Suddenly, Fu Lin said, "Help each other, right?"

Ye Chi froze for a moment, then opened his eyes, "What?"

Before Ye Chi could react, suddenly, he was embraced by cold arms from behind, and with a slight force of the arms, he was fished over.

"What, what are you doing!!!"

The whole body alarm is on! ! !

Ye Chi was so startled that he pushed his elbow back, and with the other hand, he wanted to open the opponent's arm.

The elbow was easily blocked, and Ye Chi couldn't break the opponent's arm.Basically unmoved.

"Help each other." Fu Lin's voice remained unchanged, as if he was holding a mallet.

But obviously, Ye Chi is not a mallet.

"That's not necessary...!" Ye Chi went to break off Fu Lin's fingers, which were unbearably cold, but he couldn't shake them.

Just as he moved one of Fu Lin's index fingers, Fu Lin's index finger suddenly relaxed, and Ye Chi caught him right.

He held one of the other's fingers like a child holding an adult's finger.

Ye Chi let go quickly, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous.

Kicking his legs, "No, it's okay if you don't need to do this..."

Slightly loosening the strength on his body, Ye Chizheng struggled, feeling the coldness of the opponent's arm, all the hairs on his body stood up, and pushed another elbow.

But it didn't work, and the result was that even the arms were firmly grasped.

"Is there such a reaction when someone touches it?"

Then, Fu Lin's voice came, with a hint of ridicule.

Ye Chi was a little angry, he gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Fu, don't make fun of me."

Finally, Fu Lin finally let go of Ye Chi, Ye Chi heaved a sigh of relief, and shrank to the side.

But it was interrupted by Fu Lin's words "If you shrink back, I will continue to hug you."His body was stiff and he didn't dare to go out to slip out, and he stayed side by side with Fu Lin honestly.

Could it be that Fu Lin really wanted to give him the so-called desensitization treatment?

This is simply too bad, God knows how long it will take for Ye Chi's fine hairs to go down just now.

This situation continued until Ye Chi fell asleep.

In the second half of the night, there was a new change.

After falling asleep, Ye Chi couldn't control his body.

The body, accustomed to seeking a sense of security, slowly approached a certain coldness.

A certain cold body was thrown into the embrace of a warm body by accident, but he was stunned for a few seconds.

He took a deep breath and sniffed the side of the other's neck.

……

The next day, Ye Chi got up early in the morning, because today was the first day he went to Zhongli University to be a model, he got up early in the morning, bought a big cake on the way, drank a few sips of hot tea, and headed all the way to Zhongli University. go to college.

Fu Lin's guest house is a little far from Zhongli University, but it is just right to exercise Ye Chi's physical strength. His body has been in a sub-healthy state for too long, and he needs to recover slowly.

Jogging and walking faster, for half an hour, I finally arrived at Zhongli University, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and walked to the Department of Fine Arts relying on my memories.

The teacher Wei I met before was waiting for Ye Chi in the office. When Ye Chi came, he picked up the tools and took Ye Chi to the studio.

"Students, today is a new model. I studied the male body structure a few days ago, and I officially started drawing today."

Because it was winter, Ye Chi didn't need to take off his clothes. There were four or five charcoal stoves next to him, and Ye Chi was wearing a thin shirt and trousers and leaning on the recliner.

Relax your shoulders, raise your legs slightly, and raise your head.

There is a window at the back, and the sunlight coming in just makes Yechi bathe in sunlight.

These actions are too simple for him.

It's not just about relaxing, but also having a sense of beauty.He uses this exclusively for meals.So different from being clumsy in Fu Lin's other hall, here he is more than capable.

"Xiaoye is quick to learn!" Teacher Wei praised. Although the models they recruited before all meet the standards, their limbs are dull. Although they can barely practice as a human body, they can't cultivate students' aesthetics.

"We have a 10-minute break every four, and we can speak directly if necessary, and you don't need to be too polite."

Ye Chi glanced over and found that they were all female students, and there were almost no male students.

"Knock knock knock" knock on the door sounded.

"Director Song?" Teacher Wei stood up and greeted him when he saw the visitor.

"I heard that I finally found a new male model, I'll take a look."

The visitor glanced at Ye Chi, "It's pretty good, it seems to be of good professional quality."

Teacher Wei also nodded and smiled: "Ye Chi's body proportions are particularly good, and he is also very skilled in posing."

"Xiaoye, this is Song Zheng, director of our art department, and he is responsible for helping us find someone."

Director Song looked over at Ye Chi, who nodded slightly at him without being too eager, "Hello."

This director Song stood still and did not leave. He looked around, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Ye Chi always felt that the other party was always looking at him.In less than ten minutes, Song Zheng left.

At the end of the first day, being too relaxed towards Ye Chi, walking on the stage wearing fashionable clothes in full view of the public is completely different from wearing relaxed clothes for a group of students who are eager to learn.

It's a treat.

The last bell rang, and Ye Chi stretched his muscles and stood up.

Teacher Wei came over, "Xiaoye, yes, let's sign the contract."

Signing a contract in this era is sometimes not a signature, but a handprint, and Ye Chi's thumb lightly presses it, like a contract of sale.

"If it's appropriate, we will have food subsidies here for a long time in the future. The standard of a dime can be eaten at school for lunch or dinner."

Ye Chi's eyes lit up, then he could save lunch money by doing this.

A few pancakes can fill you up, but they are not nutritious. Ye Chi's body can grow a little more if he eats more.

Maybe he can grow to be as tall as Fu Lin...

Well, unlikely.

Leaving Zhongli University, Ye Chi returned to the nearby rented house, wondering if he should go to shine shoes this afternoon.

It's just that the matter of Ye Shu has always been in his heart, and he is a little anxious.Being helpless made Ye Chi a little frustrated.

I wanted to inquire about the news, but it was promised that Secretary Zhang would go, and Ye Chi would definitely not be as good as Zhang Qiuyang, so it would be a waste of time to go.

After much deliberation, Ye Chi went to work carrying the box.This time he chose a slightly smaller department store nearby, because the big department store was a little far away.

Ye Chi set up the stall very smoothly. During this period of time, he got started very quickly, and the time to polish shoes was obviously much faster.Until the sun was about to set and he was about to close the stall, he planned to close the business after receiving the last customer.

An elongated shadow appeared in sight.

"Hey, you're not new here... That, oh, by the way, is called Ye Chi."

When Ye Chi looked up, he was the director of Zhongzhong University today.

"Hello, shoe shine?" Ye Chi looked up, it was Director Song.

The other party nodded and sat down.

Song Zheng is very young, even younger than Mr. Wei. He wears a striped suit instead of a scholar's gown. He doesn't wear a jacket.

But Ye Chi was more impressed by his pair of peach blossom eyes.

When staring at people, there is a sense of coquettishness.

That's right, coquettish, the word is not wrong.

"If I remember correctly, you should be the former third young master of the Ye family." Song Zheng asked casually as he watched those skillful hands working swiftly on his shoes.

"En." Ye Chi wore a big scarf, his voice was very low, and he didn't say much.

"You change your foot."

Song Zheng looked at the shoes, "Here, it's still a bit dirty." He pointed to the edge of the shoes.

Ye Chi glanced at it, it was obviously clean, but since the other party said it, he wiped it again.

"Do you do anything else on weekdays?"

Ye Chi looked up at the other party, "Others?"

"It's other work."

"Well, didn't you see the shoeshine?" Ye Chi didn't know why, but felt that the other party's attitude was frivolous, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"Nothing else?"

Ye Chi paused, then hummed, what did Song Zheng mean?

"I heard that you work in the home of some unreasonable, sinister egomaniac."

Ye Chi paused.

"What do you mean?" Ye Chi raised his head and asked, but saw Song Zheng smiling and his peach blossom eyes twitching.

"I don't mean anything else, I just think you have good qualifications, and I can introduce you to a more lucrative job."

Ye Chi lowered his eyes again: "What I do has nothing to do with you. If you introduce me to any serious work, I should be very grateful."

"Hey, are you doing a serious job at his house?"

Ye Chi tilted his hand, wiped the shoe polish on the edge of the small bench, and said through gritted teeth, "What does Director Song mean by that?"

"Also, I haven't met Director Song before, right? Why do you inquire about me?"

Song Zheng grinned, "Because I'm interested in the person Fu Lin likes."

Ye Chi wiped off the shoe polish, and continued to polish the shoes: "I do the same thing as I did in college. Also, Director Song, don't just check other people's affairs."

Ye Chi is not sure, Song Zheng is just a gossip, or has other intentions.

After wiping the shoes, Ye Chi reached out his hand unceremoniously: "After wiping, give me the money."

"Tsk, so indifferent." Song Zheng took out two copper coins and handed them to Ye Chi, who quickly withdrew his hands.

Song Zheng gave the money readily, and left without stopping. Ye Chi heaved a sigh of relief. Song Zheng's character annoyed him a little.

Ye Chi likes the rational school, and he likes Fu Lin's school more than Song Zheng's.

As soon as the stall was closed, Secretary Zhang had already arrived.

"Secretary Zhang, why can you find me anywhere?" Ye Chi asked curiously.

Zhang Qiuyang smiled politely: "It depends on Mr.'s news network."

After getting into the car, Zhang Qiuyang asked suddenly: "Ye Chi, do you know that Mr. Song just now?"

Ye Chi was taken aback: "Hey? You know him too?"

"I work at Zhongzhong Middle School today, and he is the director there."

Zhang Qiuyang had a strange expression: "I ran to become the director..."

"you recognize?"

Zhang Qiuyang shook his head: "Sir, I know him. When I first returned to China, I met him for dinner."

Ye Chi: "Oh."

Ye Chi murmured in his heart, so he is an acquaintance?

Then why do you still use the adjective "unreasonable, vicious egomaniac".

"By the way, sir, there will be an art exhibition at the city hall tomorrow. I will pick you up at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The author has something to say: Fu Lin: You came here by yourself, I didn't do anything, don't touch porcelain!

Ye Chi was speechless, expressing that he couldn't straighten up.