C100 The Return of Mason

It was only later that she found out that, in the name of her mentor's favorite student, she had applied for a studio of her own. And B University had always been an open school that allowed students to respect their subjective wishes above the bottom line.

In the weekend design class, I heard a lot of students and I said that Gao Xinlei now shut herself in the studio every day, drawing blueprints all day long.

As I drank the soy milk I casually bought for breakfast, I said in surprise, "It can't be, right? There's still quite a bit of time before the competition begins. How could she go all out like that?"

"Isn't it all to get you out of B University? She really put in a lot of effort. However, how could you be so easily bullied? You actually agreed to her conditions of leaving the school if you lost the match, let alone the design she had been learning for so many years. Isn't this clearly bullying others? "

After a period of interaction, those students who had never met before from various professions began to fight for my injustice.

I calmly replied, "I'm not stupid. Of course, I didn't agree to such a condition."

"Ah!" "You didn't agree. Why didn't you clarify it when she said that on the school's internet?" A nineteen-year-old junior who was still in her sophomore year had her mouth wide open and even raised her voice a lot as she asked me.

I laughed a little helplessly, "It's not like you don't know what happened last semester. Back then, the matter was so big, didn't I clarify it for myself? But it was still useless." Now, even if I jump out and say that I never agreed to this so-called condition, do you think anyone would be willing to believe me? "

Unexpectedly, my junior suddenly looked at me very seriously and said, "Xin Yao, in the past, I was also envious and jealous of you because you had Senior Zhao Yuhao as your friend. I even believed that you were the kind of person she mentioned in the post, but after a period of time, I understood that you were a good girl."

She said these words that made me feel gratified at the results of changing the way she interacted with the people around her. I was even more touched by what she said next: "So now, I don't care what others think of you. I believe what you say."

"Thank you." I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Maybe girls of our age are always shy when it comes to expressing their feelings, and the two of them soon start to laugh and giggle after a few distracted remarks.

"Hey, Xin Yao, have you heard? Our modeling class's teacher won't be able to come today. I heard she'll ask our assistant to come and take us to paint for the morning."

As I prepared my painting tools, I casually said, "It's been so long since the start of school. I haven't seen our teacher's assistant, so it's good to take this opportunity to meet her and understand a new style of design."

The cute little junior sister next to me was called Lin Qiuqiu, and she mysteriously suddenly came over, "Do you know? This associate professor here is a particularly good-looking female senior who graduated from the B University's design department. Ah, I'm so envious of you all, beautiful and talented girls. "

I smiled. "Same here."

"Xin Yao, I like to chat with people like you. I particularly appreciate your sincerity." Lin Qiuqiu suddenly said this to me very seriously, and I was amused by her.

She continued, "This teaching assistant's sister's name is Mason. Ah, it sounds like she's a girl from a medieval oil painting. It's great."

My hand with the paintbrush paused for a moment when I heard the word, but then it returned to normal. My face didn't even change as I thought about how the Miss Mason in question was no longer in B City, how she could be an assistant professor in B University, and probably just had the same name.

Even so, there was still a trace of anticipation in my heart. After all, the name 'Mason' wasn't particularly popular. Moreover, she graduated from the B University design department. There shouldn't be so many coincidences between them.

The bell for class rings. When the assistant teacher walked into the classroom, I was stunned. The one who walked in carrying a complete set of paintings is my best friend, Mason. I smiled at her with some excitement. I didn't expect her to be stunned when she saw me. After a while, she shifted her gaze away from me.

For the rest of the class, Mason never looked at me again. I knew and understood that she must still have some grudge against me because she was forced to leave her job, but now that she was still in B City and could still work in the art business she liked, I was genuinely happy for her.

The bell for the end of class rang. "Alright, students. Let's take a break. Class is dismissed." As if trying to avoid someone, Maysan left the classroom at an exceptionally fast pace. By the time I reacted, she had already disappeared.

As I sat in my seat, I felt a slight sense of loss. It was a strange feeling, like being abandoned by a lover, or like being left at home by my parents, but something different.

During the whole morning of modeling class, Mason didn't take the initiative to say a word to me. I looked into her eyes, and although I couldn't see the resentment in her eyes, they no longer had the intimacy and eagerness I once had. Instead, they were cold and distant.

I raised my hand to signal Mason to come over.

"Student, what's wrong with you?" Mason walked over and stared at the picture on my drawing board. "Your design is not bad. It's not a problem."

I finally asked, "Are you okay, Mason?"

Mason's lips moved twice, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing and turned to look at the paintings of the other students. As she did, the tassels on her skirt brushed against my calves.

Perhaps it's because I'm studying art, but Plum Blossom Umbrella has always liked to wear tasseled and designed clothes. I have also been brushed by the tassels on her body more than once and felt itchy, but this time, I couldn't smile.

She didn't look at me again until after class.

I felt very vexed. I thought I would never see my friend again, but I unexpectedly met him and became a stranger. However, I really didn't want to give up this friendship between us. Over the years, I've had a few friends, but none of them have been so compatible with me in terms of personality and common topics.

A similar personality made me very receptive to Mason's attitude towards me. If it was me, I wouldn't have been happy to be accused of losing my highly paid job just because I posted a picture of myself and my friends on my social networking platform.

I understood Mason City very well, so even though I was at a loss, I didn't panic. If she was still willing to come back to B City, then it would mean that although she was angry with me, she definitely didn't have any grudges against me.

I thought I must find a way to apologize to her.

When the bell rang after class, I packed my things and left the classroom. I ran to Häagen-Dazs, near the school, bought Mason's favorite mango ice cream, and ran back.

During class, I had asked my classmates about the location of Mason's teaching office. I headed straight for the second office on the left side of the stairs on the third floor and politely knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was indeed Maysan's voice. He probably didn't know that the person outside was me, but Maysan's voice sounded quite polite.

I smiled like a dog's leg. "Teacher Mason, have you eaten yet? Do you want to come to my house? I also bought your favorite mango ice cream." I held it out to Mason like a treasure.

"Oh, it's Mrs. Ou. Please don't come looking for me. I'm afraid I might accidentally lose my job with you someday. I really can't live on anymore." It was obvious that she was still angry.

After he told me that you had been fired, I always called you to try and contact you. I even went to your place a few times, and someone told me that you had already moved away. "" I don't know.

"Don't call me anymore. I've already changed my number and address." Mason's voice softened.

"But I missed you a lot. I thought that whatever you said earlier about coming to the B University and seeing me as useless already, I didn't expect you to really come." I continued to please Mason.

"I'm here for work, not to see you."

"Then I'll just assume that you came to see me, right? Besides, if you don't eat it, the ice cream will melt. I ran so fast because I was afraid it would break. " I put the ice cream on Mason's desk.

Finally, Mason was amused by me, and she took the spoon and tasted it, and I knew it was an apology and a smile that I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Sigh, you caused me to lose my job. If you want to send me away with just an ice cream, then I'll be too easy to coax." She still wouldn't let him go.

"I know. I'll buy you ice cream every day until you don't want to eat it, Your Grace."

"Hmph, that's more like it."

I was glad that we had finally made up our minds, and I secretly made up my mind that I would be very careful about my actions and my whereabouts, and that I would never involve anyone else because of my identity. Looking back, it was like a dream.

Sitting in Mason's office, the two of us talked until my stomach rumbled.

I felt a little embarrassed. "About that, I ate a little less breakfast."

"Hahahaha, then let's go to the school's cafeteria to eat first." Mason suggested.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind, "If you're going to the restaurant, why not go to my house? I'll make it for you."