Marvel’s Disassembler

Xia Zhiye blinked when he heard the words, but he was quite calm.

I didn't get mad because of the word "instructor", but I was a little puzzled: "What does that have to do with me?"

"I want you to be my model!"

Li Xiaomi said: "Imagine this kind of thing out of thin air. It feels too vague. The instructor is just a rumor circulating in the market, but not even a photo has been passed down. So, I need a model."

Xia Zhiye touched his chin: "So your previous modeling on the first floor wasn't practising?"

"..."

Li Xiaomi looked at Xia Zhiye with a dark face.

Xia Zhiye scratched his head: "Why do you suddenly want to draw an instructor?"

"In order to make money!"

Li Xiaomi put his hands on his hips and spoke righteously!

"...I thought you were doing it for your dreams." Xia Zhiye grinned: "But it's more realistic to make money."

"That's it!"

Li Xiaomi said: "Where can a dream come from without money? Pursuing a dream requires capital support. I studied oil painting in college, and there was a selection during the holiday, and the prize money was a thousand dollars. The final date is less than ten years away. God, I've been thinking about it these past few days, but I still can't use my imagination to restore the appearance of the instructor, so I can only replace it with you. Of course, I won't draw your face, if there really is an instructor like this As a human being, he must be much more handsome than you."

"Hehehe..."

Xia Zhiye grinned, he didn't know whether to applaud or cry.

But it's not unacceptable if you don't paint your face.

At least this half month, I have to rely on Li Xiaomi for food, so Xia Zhiye nodded and agreed.

Li Xiaomi highly appreciated Xia Zhiye's 'knowledge of current affairs', and brought a bunch of clothes to Xia Zhiye.

"What is this? Prop?"

Xia Zhiye looked at the clothes in front of him, and said in surprise, "Why do I think you planned it?"

"No matter how much I plan, it's impossible for me to plan on a dark and windy night when I can pick you up from the trash can!"

"...You don't mention the trash can, we are still good friends."

Xia Zhiye's face is black, and it is estimated that this will become the black history of his life. Do you want to consider killing it?

"Hmph, these clothes were designed by a group of boring people in our school for a certain weird competition. Later, the investment they brought in wasted, and these things were useless. A few gallant guys gave them to me. A few sets...you say these guys, it's okay to chase girls, after all, it's human nature..."

"Yes, chasing boys is very problematic!"

Summer Night nodded again and again.

Li Xiaomi didn't react for a long time, and could only say: "Don't interrupt... I forgot to say what you interrupted. Yes, but if they wanted to be courteous to me, why did they give me men's clothing? Is there a disease in the brain? Sure enough, the IQ of adolescent men is not as good as 250."

"..."

Xia Zhiye blinked, this is very spiritual.

That is yourself, if you go out and catch a foreigner, he thinks you are complimenting him.

Also, they don't seem to have sent anything wrong...

Xia Zhiye worked hard to complain.

"Anyway, the things are good, so I'll stay. It was a flash of inspiration just now. Although their game was ruined, the design is still very good. I'll put it on for you and find out how you feel. Forget it, I'll help you find it. I guess you don't have any aesthetic talent either!"

The clothes were thrown on the bed, and Li Xiaomi started to pull.

"It's not good if the colors are too bright, and it's not good if it's full of stars. People think I'm drawing the captain..."

As she muttered, Xia Zhiye sat and looked around boredly.

When I first came in, I didn't find it. There was a glass cabinet against the wall, and there were various trophies in it.

"Scholar."

Xia Zhiye didn't expect that a girl as 'arrogant' as Li Xiaomi would have the attributes of a scholar.

"Well, that's it!"

A set of black clothes was picked out by Li Xiaomi and thrown to Xia Zhiye.

There are three pieces inside and outside of this suit. The black trousers and top are very straight, a little military uniform, but specious.

There is also a black trench coat to make up a set.

"Change your clothes well!"

After Li Xiaomi left a sentence, he ran out by himself.

Xia Zhiye looked at the room blankly: "Leave your room for me to change clothes? There's nothing wrong with saying you're a boy."

I took off my old denim and plaid shirt, put on this one, and looked in the mirror, it was really cool.

"When I was fighting, I didn't have such nice clothes..."

Xia Zhiye sighed and said to the outside, "Come in."

Li Xiaomi hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in: "You didn't mess around, did you?"

"...Are you worried that this will make me change clothes in your room?" Xia Zhiye's eyes widened.

"I didn't think about it before I went out." Li Xiaomi blinked: "When I think about it, who knows if you're halfway through? If I rush in and see something I shouldn't see, then I'm sure Gotta dig a double purpose!!!!"

Needless to say, Li Xiaomi pushed Xia Zhiye onto the chair.

Li Xiaomi looked up and down for a long time, then turned and ran away. After a while, he came back and actually took a pistol and stuffed it into Xia Zhiye's hand: "Come in a natural posture, by the way, there is a murderous look in your eyes, what do you understand? Murder?"

"……probably."

Xia Zhiye looked at the pistol model in his hand, let out a light breath, and changed to a comfortable position.

He held a gun in his right hand, crossed Erlang's legs, turned his head slightly to one side, and set his eyes on Li Xiaomi's body.

"Well, kinda interesting... keep this look, let me think about it."

After thinking about it for ten minutes, Li Xiaomi completely fell into a kind of concentration, and was unmoved by foreign objects.

Ten minutes later, she had already started to carve on the sketch.

"This is the beginning?"

Xia Zhiye blinked his eyes, let out a soft breath, and kept his posture without daring to move...

Li Xiaomi's painting is three hours long, and the summer night has not been touched for three hours.

This is nothing to him... But after Li Xiaomi stopped, he looked at Xia Zhiye in surprise: "What on earth does your body do? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm going to tell you when I'm exhausted?"

"You already said..." Li Xiaomi smiled: "As expected of someone who has practiced kung fu, his physical fitness is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Okay, I treat you to eat delicious food at night, which is a credit to you. The time is about the same. Now, I'm going to prepare lunch first and continue in the afternoon."

The completion of an oil painting obviously cannot be shortened to just one day.

Fortunately, Li Xiaomi's work is not that big in size, and it shouldn't take too long.

And that's how the day passed.

At night, because Li Xiaomi was always immersed in a peculiar idea, the promised delicious food disappeared.

After taking a hastily sip, Li Xiaomi returned to his room.

And Xia Zhiye looked at the set of clothes on his body that had not been returned... He thought that he should do some preparations.