After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

That night Zhong Chen studied until 12 o'clock.

He was so tired that he had a sore back and felt that he could pass out on the spot when he fell on the bed.

The phone shows several unread messages.

Jiang Bai: [Brother, what are you doing]

Jiang Bai: [I heard that you went to the studio, are you still used to eating and lodging? ]

This little brother is kind of cold and warm.

Zhong Chen lazily leaned against the bedside and typed in reply: [Well, I live with Qi Linqing now. ]

Jiang Bai: [? ? ? ]

Jiang Bai: [Brother, your chance is here (smirking)]

Zhong Chen: [. ]

Zhong Chen: [What are you talking about, I am almost exhausted by his tutoring day and night]

Jiang Bai: [Day and night tuition...] Is it the tuition he wanted?

In a villa on the other side of the city, Jiang Bai's complexion was complex, and his phone almost fell and hit his face.

When Zhong Chen returned the message, he threw the phone aside, shrank on the bed, and pulled the quilt to the top, only showing his two eyes and looking at the young man in the other corner of the room who was busy tidying up his easel.

He remembered that he was tired and sleepy just now, and Qi Linqing also clearly saw that he was yawning, but he never stopped, just like an inhumane Master Yan.

But when it was over, the other party gently asked him to go to bed to rest first, and stooped to tidy up the painting materials for him.

Zhong Chen opened his mouth, and swallowed silently when he wanted to say that he would refuse tuition.

Qi Linqing put away the drawing tools and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He saw the person curled up in the quilt and asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

Zhong Chen said vaguely "um".

"Good night."

Patter.

The lights dimmed.

After losing the visual senses, the other four senses will become more acute.

Zhong Chen heard the regular syllables of the other party's slippers stepping on the floor, and became calm after a rustling sound.

Zhong Chen turned over and turned to face the bed.

Being accustomed to the darkness, he could gradually see the scene in the house.

Qi Linqing's sleeping posture is stern and rigorous like his own, face up, hands folded in front of his lower abdomen. Because it was very hot today and the air conditioner was turned on, he was still covered with a thin quilt.

Zhong Chen remembered that Master slept like this too. But he only slept with the master one night, which is not entirely certain.

He breathed out a sullen breath, turned back to hug the pillow, and closed his eyes.

Time flies, and a few days have passed.

While other class D students were still struggling in the sea of ​​still life, Qi Linqing had already finished his self-study sketches.

Qi Linqing knew well that people cannot hold on to self-proclaim.

The avenue of art leads to the same goal by different routes.

Therefore, in addition to Chinese painting in his previous life, he also dabbled in seal carvings, clay sculptures, architecture, New Year paintings and ancient artifacts.

Although he is not very proficient in these, but it has brought a lot of new inspiration and understanding to his painting.

Only by standing on the shoulders of giants can you become giants.

Therefore, in addition to reading books, Qi Linqing usually browses art teaching videos on the website.

He is like a sponge, constantly absorbing new knowledge.

morning.

Qi Linqing got up to wash and woke up Zhong Chen by the way.

Zhong Chen followed him sleepily, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and getting dressed.

Then the two went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Qi Linqing usually eats soy milk porridge buns every day. Zhong Chen is the same as him.

The morning class starts at eight o'clock on time.

When they stepped into the classroom that day, they heard the wailing of class D classmates one after another.

It turned out that Teacher Han started to teach character sketching today in order to keep up with the progress.

"I have a really bad grasp of the shape, let alone the characters!"

"Han Shi is simply the devil."

Feng Jiaqing continued to put on the pain mask.

Qi Linqing walked to the seat with his homework, patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll teach you later."

Feng Jiaqing was touched: "Thank you, thank you God, I don't know how to be grateful to you anymore."

Qi Linqing: "No."

After the class, Han Shi directly began to explain the sketches of the characters:

"You should all know that this is a compulsory item for the art entrance exam. It requires high aesthetics and sketching skills. Within half an hour, you will have to draw two people and add the scene, so from now on Must work hard."

Feng Jiaqing muttered: "Don't tell me half an hour, I guess I won't be able to draw it all afternoon."

Qi Linqing: "Don't belittle yourself."

During the day and the darkness of the night, Feng Jiaqing certainly understood that Qi Linqing couldn't understand his grief.

He turned around, trying to find some comfort from Zhong Chen, who is also a rookie.

"What are we going to do, I really don't know how to do it at all." Feng Jiaqing said sadly.

However, this time Zhong Chen did not empathize with him.

Zhong Chen sat lazily on the folding chair and inhaled a cup of fragrant milk tea, and said, "I already know it."

Feng Jiaqing was shocked, "When will you?!"

Obviously, he and the other party's paintings are all of Qilin Puritan, and the situation is similar.

Zhong Chen: "A few days ago, Qi Linqing also gave me a make-up lesson when he went back tonight."

Feng Jiaqing: "..."

It turned out that he had become an idiot.

Really* make up lessons day and night.

in lesson.

Han Shi: "Now, please take out a sketch tool, HB or a hard pen to shape it."

"There are two ways to hold a pen for sketching, writing style and side peak pen. Note that the former is used when you are small, such as the head, hands, and feet, and the latter is used when the area is large, such as drawing folds."

"...The content I have talked about above is the basic knowledge of sketching. Next, we will gradually progress, learning body mass training, muscle explanation, drafting, dynamic quick writing, etc..."

Feng Jiaqing heard more than a dozen yawns.

It is horrible to let him listen to these theoretical knowledge.

Feng Jiaqing turned his head to see that Qi Linqing was also staring at the distant scenery in a daze, so he simply moved forward to find him and whispered gossip: "Hey, do you know that there is a very beautiful internet celebrity lady in Class A next door?"

Qi Linqing retracted his gaze and thoughts, and faintly replied, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry." Feng Jiaqing patted his forehead and quickly apologized: "I forgot that you are not interested in girls."

Qi Linqing: "?"

When did he say it?

Feng Jiaqing winked at him, then quietly glanced at Zhong Chen next to him, and said in a low voice, "I know that you and Zhong Chen are a couple, and it has been spread in the student group that you are the most beautiful in the history of Zhimo Studio. Couple."

Qi Linqing's expression was stagnant, and he explained: "You misunderstood..."

He and Zhong classmates are just ordinary at the same table, it's really not that kind of relationship!

Feng Jiaqing nodded, and said in sympathy: "I understand, I understand, you can't pry the fish!

Qi Linqing: "..."

Seeing that the situation was getting darker and darker, Qi Linqing gave up proving his innocence.

Anyway, when he was in middle school, he was also full of misunderstandings because the original owner had a crush on Zhong Chen before.

Those who are clear will clear themselves. Qi Linqing thought, as long as my heart is clear.

Feng Jiaqing: "By the way, I just haven't finished talking. The young lady from Class A is called Ye Runan. I heard that she is a giant in the circle, with more than 1 million ins fans. Start with five figures. Tsk tsk, there are so many big bosses in this class."

Qi Linqing raised his eyes and asked with interest: "What is a circle?"

Feng Jiaqing was surprised, "You don't know this? It's a circle that draws self-made characters, mostly comics. This business is popular now, and there are many girls who like to make drafts."

Speaking of comics, Qi Linqing can understand. Times have crossed, and the painting forms that have been born are also diverse.

Feng Jiaqing still wanted to drag him to continue chattering.

Qi Linqing knocked on the drawing board and said, "You should practice sketching."

Feng Jiaqing had to turn around angrily.

He glanced at Zhong Chen's easel from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party could actually draw a sketch of a lifelike character!

Although Feng Jiaqing was shocked, he admired the couple even more. They could not forget to learn while they were in love.

There are more than forty students in class D, but Han Shi can't teach them one by one.

Feng Jiaqing knew very well that if it were not for Qi Linqing's guidance, he would never learn to paint.

Just like now, Qi Linqing is standing in front of him holding a pen, earnestly guiding:

"Drawing sketches, you have to pay attention to your own handwriting, center forwards turn to side peaks, etc.. There are also line types, and you must pay attention to the type of lines. You must carefully observe the shape of the muscles of the characters. . Now with me, start with the big shape, hook the proportions and the big dynamics first. Then hit the middle and small shapes..."

The same technical terms, but with Qi Linqing's on-site teaching, Feng Jiaqing actually understood it.

Feng Jiaqing sighed: "You are too good. You have only studied for a few days, and you can speak more clearly than Teacher Han."

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "No, I also slowly summarized it from the Internet. My method is time-consuming, but it doesn't matter. I practice more and I can master it after a few thousand shots."

Feng Jiaqing was petrified in an instant.

How many, how many thousands? !

The boss has worked so hard, can he still be a salted fish? !

Feng Jiaqing quickly wrote.

He awkwardly finished a sketch of a character. Although it was not perfect, he was praised by Teacher Han for the first time:

"Good drawing."

At that moment, Feng Jiaqing felt that he could do it again.

His gratitude to Qi Linqing was endless like the Yangtze River.

And the other side.

Han Shi was once again shocked by Qi Linqing's paintings.

Isn’t that the best student in class A?

The sketch in front of me has smooth lines, dynamic and natural characters, and blends perfectly with the environment.

If he is a joint exam examiner, I am afraid he will give full marks...

And when he saw Zhong Chen sitting next to Qi Linqing, his painting progress was quite rapid. I want to come to the other side's teaching credit.

Han Shi: "I think you can get promoted."

If this continues, he feels that he has nothing to teach this student.

Qi Linqing: "Now?"

Han Shi shook his head and said, "Not now."

Zhimo Studio takes a quiz every month, and will be divided into classes again based on the test results.

"There are still more than 20 days before the next quiz. If you look to catch up with the color, it is estimated that you can be promoted to Class C or Class B."

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."

There is still time.

He is going to bring Zhong Chen and Feng Jiaqing together for promotion.

Han Shi felt a little regretful.

If it weren't for Qi Linqing, who is indeed a novice, and he hasn't started to learn color, he would definitely enter Class A with his sketching skills.

...

At noon, Zhong Chen's special overseas Chinese was in the supermarket in his room.

He stood next to the soap shelf, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose two pieces of tea tree and bamboo charcoal fragrance.

He inexplicably thought Qi Linqing would like them better than the scents of roses and jasmine.

Didi.

The cashier scanned the code and asked, "Do you want a bag?"

Zhong Chen: "Yeah."

Cashier: "Two pieces of soap, one soap box, and a bag totaling fifteen dollars and fifty cents."

After Zhong Chen scanned the QR code and paid, he returned to the dormitory with his bag.

The lunch break is two hours.

Qi Linqing is sitting at the table by the window reading a book.

"Here you are." He handed the bag to the other party.

"This is...?"

Zhong Chen's eyes were erratic, "I'm sorry... I accidentally got your soap into the sewer yesterday."

Qi Linqing: "...it's okay."

He put down his book, took out a cup of iced milk tea from the table, and asked, "Drink it?"

Zhong Chen was stunned, and he couldn't order takeaways in the room. "

Qi Linqing: "Well, this was given to me by Feng Jiaqing."

"Oh, thanks."

Zhong Chen took the milk tea and took two sips. Very sweet.

He raised his head to look at Qi Linqing, Xu is that the air conditioner has been too dry recently, and the other party has never been pouring into his mouth. His lips have dried up a little.

Zhong Chen thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and opened Taobao to start placing an order.

[Vaseline/Vaseline Repairing Jelly Moisturizing Lip Balm 368g]×1

Qi Linqing always drinks hot water to make tea, but there is no water dispenser in the dormitory.

[Smart water dispenser]×1

Zhong Chen clicked again and the payment was successful.

For most people, life in the mountains is very lackluster.

Bored students built a group of Zhimo Studio, with 99+ news every day.

The two most famous students in this year, Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen, became the center of their frequent discussions.

[I got into the pit from watching the trailer of "Tang Yue Fengyun", they are more handsome than the TV series.]

[Ask every day, when will Tangyue Fengyun broadcast?]

[I saw them go to class together again today, they walk the same frequency, it’s too sweet]

[kdlkdl]

[They are too low-key. I checked Weibo yesterday and both of them already have cp super chat]

[Good guy]

[They are really hot now]

[Zhong Chen won the provincial archery championship last time, and the Douban team broke out that the All-Star Games program group wanted to invite him]

[! ! ! ! ]

...

The weather in July is fickle, and a heavy rain hit the mountains.

At night, thunder rang out from the window.

At that time, Qi Linqing was teaching Zhong Chen to paint.

When thunder sounded in his ears, Zhong Chen's shoulders trembled twice unconsciously.

Qi Linqing: "Are you afraid of thunder?"

Zhong Chen was expressionless, pretending to be calm and said: "I...I'm not afraid."

Qi Linqing laughed at the thought of the other party saying that he was not afraid of snakes last time, but he was actually terribly afraid of snakes.

In many ways, this child resembles the little apprentice.

For example, fear of snakes and fear of thunder. Duplicity and duplicity, secretly using pink things, and addicted to sweetness.

Probably a strange coincidence.

Qi Linqing didn't think too much, turned his eyes, and landed on the two beds in the house.

"Would you like to sleep with me?" he asked.

Zhong Chen hesitated for a moment, and said, "The bed is so small that I can't sleep two people..."

Qi Linqing: "You can put two beds together."

The tips of Zhong Chen's ears were reddish, and he clenched the pencil in his hand and whispered, "No."

Qi Linqing thought, maybe the other party thought he had a crush on him, and it’s normal to be wary.

"Then you can wear headphones to listen to music and sleep." Qi Linqing reminded.

Zhong Chen: "Yeah."

The light was on in the room, and the air conditioner huffed out.

Zhong Chen continued to sit in front of the wooden frame and bury his head in painting.

Standing by the bed, Qi Linqing repaired the folding chair with 502 glue bought in the supermarket in the afternoon.

"It's weird...it just broke after a few days of use," he murmured.

Zhong Chen looked up at him and said, "You are too big."

After all, this person is tall and long, and he must not be light in weight.

"Forget it." Qi Linqing put the chair on the ground and wanted to buy a better quality one another day.

He didn't pay any attention to the 502 glue that was used to close the lid, but also rolled down on the floor at any time, and it happened to be stuck between the two beds.

By 12 o'clock, Zhong Chen went to bed after washing.

He was wearing headphones and still couldn't completely isolate the roar of thunder outside.

This is the shadow he left when he was a child in his last life.

Zhong Chen tossed about and couldn't fall asleep.

"Are you asleep?" He turned to the opposite bed and spoke quietly.

Qi Linqing: "Not yet."

Zhong Chen: "I, uh, I kind of want to put the bed together now."

This sentence was a little self-slapped, and Zhong Chen felt a burning pain on his cheeks.

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

He turned on the light and quickly moved the two beds together.

Zhong Chen had a hot face inexplicably.

The wooden bed is solid with a soft mattress.

After finishing the spelling, there seems to be a gap in the middle.

Qi Linqing drew out the bed sheet and pressed it in again. The gap was gone.

The two beds are tightly joined together.

Where they could not see, the bottle of 502 glue had been completely squeezed out.

Qi Linqing: "Okay, go to sleep."

Zhong Chen: "Oh."

Patter. The light went out again.

Zhong Chen could feel the gentle breathing of the person beside him close at hand.

At this moment, he completely ignored the lightning and thunder from the outside world.

Zhong Chen rolled over, curled up under the quilt, secretly pressing his chest.

Boom, boom, boom.

He could only hear his own heartbeat, loud and loud, deafening.

What's wrong with myself.

Zhong Chen helplessly covered his hot forehead.

He still couldn't sleep.

The next day, Zhong Chen faintly disappeared.

Qi Linqing touched his forehead, only to realize that he had a fever.

Maybe it's because the air conditioning is too low every night recently.

"Shall I take you to the infirmary?" Qi Linqing wiped the opponent's face with a wet towel.

Zhong Chen's face was flushed with strange flushes, he barely opened his eyelids and glanced at him, then vaguely answered "Yes."

Qi Linqing went out carrying Zhong Chen on his back.

On the way, he met Feng Jiaqing and asked the other party to ask for leave for himself.

Feng Jiaqing looked at them and said in surprise: "What happened to Brother Zhong?"

Qi Linqing: "I have a fever."

He didn't explain much, and hurried to the infirmary behind his back.

After waiting, the medical aunt took Zhong Chen's body temperature, and said it was not serious and just needed more rest.

"After taking the medicine, he will go to the hospital if the fever has not gone away." She told the teenager.

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhong Chen fell asleep after taking the medicine.

Qi Linqing didn't go to class either, sitting by the bed all the time, helping Zhong Chen change a wet towel on his forehead.

In his spare time, he used the sticky notes and pencils in the infirmary to draw sketches.

Swish.

Qi Linqing turned the tip of his pen, a few strokes fell to outline the light and shadow.

The outline of a teenager's sleeping face appeared on the paper.

His face is relatively soft, his nose is delicate, and there is a red mole on the lower eyelid of his left eye.

Qi Linqing paused here for painting, with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

The one I painted was obviously Zhong Chen, but Zhong Chen didn't have this mole on his face.

His former apprentice, Liang Luo Duanyou.

The drawing is wrong.

Qi Linqing calmed down, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

...

It was afternoon when Zhong Chen woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, opened the quilt and sat up.

Zhong Chen vaguely remembered that Qi Linqing had sent him over.

The aunt in the infirmary walked in and saw him let out an "Ouch".

"Are you awake? Quickly measure your temperature and see if your fever has gone down."

Zhong Chen's eyes fell on a few wet towels on the table and asked, "Where is the classmate who sent me?"

"Oh, you said that tall and handsome guy? He has been sitting here for almost a long time and changing you wet towels. I just told him to go to dinner."

Zhong Chen was slightly startled.

The aunt shook the thermometer in her hand and said with a smile: "It's fine, the fever has gone away."

Zhong Chen felt much better after the fever subsided.

The aunt in the infirmary asked him to go back to the dormitory to rest, so he could not go to school for the time being for these two days.

Qi Linqing went to self-study late at night, turned off the air conditioner in the dormitory before leaving, and said, "Don't let the cold wind blow in these two days."

Zhong Chen responded in a low voice: "Yeah."

Qi Linqing walked to the studio and met Gan Yishan on the way.

Gan Yishan smiled and greeted him, "Good evening. Where is Zhong Chen? Why didn't you see you two walking together today."

Qi Linqing: "He is sick."

Gan Yishan was taken aback, and then said: "That's it. I'm sorry, let him pay more attention to the cut 菹ⅰ!

Qi Linqing: "It's okay."

He disappeared at the end of the corridor with a drawing tool in his hand.

Gan Yishan felt that Qi Linqing seemed a bit low today.

She put on her headphones and continued to look down at the live broadcast of the new Chinese painting artist.

When Gan Yishan walked into Class A, the tablemate Ye Runan glanced at her and joked: "Others watch the live broadcast of handsome men and beauties, but you are watching these hands every day."

Gan Yishan rolled his eyes, "What do you know, these hands are my spiritual food. I want to worship him as a teacher in my dreams."

Ye Runan: "Laughing to death, you have a deep love for Chinese painting."

Gan Yishan: "You don't like to paint those who make yellow..."

Ye Runan hurriedly covered her mouth and looked around vigilantly, "Hush!"

Class D classroom.

After a heavy rain, the air was dull.

The students don’t have much interest in painting.

Han Shi clapped his hands, "Everyone cheers up and waits for the principal to come to supervise and inspect."

Few people underneath responded.

In the evening, everyone drew character sketches, struggling in the sea of ​​physical suffering.

Feng Jiaqing was painting and listening to the song.

He felt that he wanted to be grateful to Qi Linqing and his family. If it weren't for the other party, he would really be tortured to death by art.

Feng Jiaqing remembered that he could have a holiday this weekend, and turned around and asked, "Are you planning to go home this weekend? Why don't I invite you to dinner."

Qi Linqing: "Well, I'm going home."

Feng Jiaqing: "Quickly, I will treat you to a big meal when I return to the city."

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "No."

He continued with the work at hand, after finishing the prismatic outlines of the characters, he began to draw the lines and sweep the colors.

at the same time.

The principal of Zhimo Studio and several teachers were passing by the door of the classroom.

The principal just came out of Class A, with a big smile.

He whispered to the teachers: "This year of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are many talented students."

Teacher Liu: "Of course, the kid who won the National Ink Cup Chinese Painting National Championship is in Class D, wait for you to see."

The principal was taken aback, this was completely out of his way.

He remembered that Gan Yishan was also studying Chinese painting. She failed in the ink cup national competition, but she was still in Class A.

How could Qi Linqing go to class D?

The principal couldn't help but said, "Is it the wrong shift?"

Teacher Liu: "That's right, this kid has never learned Western painting before. I heard that he doesn't know anything about drawing."

The headmaster suddenly came across.

While talking, they have entered Class D.

Several students in the class raised their heads when they heard the movement.

Han Shi hurriedly greeted him and said respectfully: "Hello, principal."

The principal waved his hand and said softly: "We will follow the strong pure foundation!

All the way around, the principal also had some points in his mind about the situation of the D students.

He turned his head and exhorted, "Thanks for your hard work, Teacher Han, their level needs to be improved."

Han Shi nodded and agreed.

The principal originally wanted to look around and walked out of Class D classroom, but he was torn by Teacher Liu’s show.

"This is the Qi child." Teacher Liu said, pointing to the teenager in the corner.

The teenager sits in a folding chair with his back straight.

Holding a pencil in his right hand, he is drawing the line regularly on the drawing paper.

Teacher Liu was shocked when he saw the painting in front of him.

This is a very clean, three-dimensional character sketch.

At first glance, it seems nothing unusual.

But... it's not just a high-score paper, it's more like a work drawn by a teacher.

It was really hard for Teacher Liu to believe that this was actually drawn by a student.

Moreover, he is still a little white student in class D!

The principal stopped, his eyes firmly attracted by the painting.

The level of this sketching, even if he has been in a studio for many years, he is rarely seen by him who is used to seeing talented students.

"Who arranges the class?" The principal said in an angry voice.

Han Shi didn't know why, and replied: "At the beginning, we arranged according to the painting level..."

"You're nonsense!" The principal pointed at Qi Linqing and said, "He is in class D at his level? Doesn't it seem strange for you to see it for yourself?"

Han Shi twitched the corner of his mouth awkwardly and explained: "Principal, Classmate Qi is a beginner, he really hasn't learned sketch before..."

The principal snorted, "Who are you lying to?!"

In his heart, he felt that these teachers were doing tricks behind their backs and delayed a good student.

Thinking of this, the principal hurried forward, patted the boy's shoulder and said: "Student Qi, it doesn't matter that I am here now. If you have any grievances, please speak out. I will help you transfer to Class A for you."

Suddenly, Qi Linqing was interrupted to paint, and he shook his head.

He turned around, with doubts on his face: "What's wrong with me?"

The principal pointed to Han Shi and said angrily: "He actually lied to me that you hadn't learned drawing before!"

Qi Linqing had no choice but to say: "But I really haven't studied before."

Qi Linqing was a little helpless, he had caused many misunderstandings because of this. It can be seen that sometimes learning too fast is not a good thing.

Han Shi sighed, look, he is innocent.

headmaster:"……"

Teacher Liu looked at Qi Linqing with incredible expression.

You can learn this in ten days.

He, what kind of genius is he? !

dormitory.

The rain stopped, and the weather forecast said it was sunny recently.

Zhong Chen looked at the big bed and felt that it was embarrassing to sleep with Qi Linqing every day.

He tried to move the two beds together back to their original positions.

and many more! Why can't I move it away?

He tried this several times.

Zhong Chen was stunned. His strength could not be so small.

There is no way, Zhong Chen thought, he can only wait for Qi Linqing to come back and solve it.

nine thirty.

Qi Linqing pushed back after class on time.

When Zhong Chen heard the sound, he stood up and pointed to the two beds and said, "Strange, they can't be moved."

Qi Linqing rolled up his sleeves, "I'll try it."

But soon, Qi Linqing realized that he couldn't move away either.

He lay on the ground and looked at it, only then could he see the stick of 502 glue that he had forgotten through the gap.

Qi Linqing calmly turned his head to look at Zhong Chen, and said, "The beds are stuck together. How about we still sleep together tonight?"

The author has something to say: 502 said: What can I have? I just want them to sleep in a bed——v——

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