"Little Mo?" When he saw Little Mo looking around in the corridor, he stuck out half his head and called out.
"Ya! So you're in this class." Mo Xiaosheng hurriedly ran into the classroom and chose to sit beside the table where the green onions were gathered. Luo Feng looked up and immediately lowered his head. Mo Xiaosheng turned back and said,""Yo, who is this shy little boy? Let's introduce each other."
"It's your dad. Hurry up and sit down." However, she knew what Little Mo was up to and said angrily.
Mo Xiaosheng turned around like a girl and saw Qingchong at the same table. His eyes lit up as he said,""Hey, handsome, my name is Little Mo. What about you?”
However, she was so angry that she threw a book at Little Mo jokingly."Can you be normal? Do you believe that I'll ask Boss to cripple you? Sit down obediently. He belongs to my family.”She pointed at Qingchong and said domineeringly. The other girls around her heard the whispers, and the chatter made Qingchong a little irritated.
"Sorry for being late." There was no emotion in his cold voice, and no one could tell that he was apologetic. He leaned against the wall with his feet on the stool, one hand on his table, and the other on the table. He looked like he was doing everything for him.
"Gucheng, name." Walking up to the podium, Gucheng introduced himself simply and clearly. He glanced around casually. He had a general understanding of Thornhead, the useless students, and the semi-useless students. He gave a meaningful glance to the butler who was wearing a black tuxedo at the door, with a delicate and meticulous bow knot. His hands were folded at his waist, and there was a silk handkerchief on his wrist. His right eye had a special eye, and a silver chain had fallen off.
With just a glance, the butler took out a large stack of drawing papers from behind him and placed them on the students 'desks one by one. His movements were agile and fast. He ran to the sixth group with a swoosh. However, he could not help but take a few more glances at him.
At that time, she was so anxious that she didn't even think about why he appeared at the foot of the Fire Cliff. She remembered the name Gucheng. It was the boy she met when she first returned to the country and ran to the small mountain village. At that time, she even lamented that he had the air of a cold CEO. It was actually him. She looked at Gucheng inquisitively. Gucheng's gaze met hers, and the two of them silently withdrew their gazes.
"Why did you choose design?" This was probably the longest question Gucheng had asked in the classroom.
A skinny and wretched boy raised his hand. Gucheng gestured for him to get up. Gucheng didn't even raise his hand. He just gave him a look expressionlessly.
The boy made a military salute gesture and nodded to his surroundings with a smile."Hello, everyone. It's really good that everyone is good. Everyone, let's get to know each other. My name is Zhang Sanshi, and I'm Zhang Lei.”Everyone burst into laughter. He looked too funny and spoke like a child.
A deep voice stopped everyone from being serious. Gucheng obviously did not have any entertainment cells. He hit the podium so hard, did his hand not hurt? However, she only wanted to ask.
"The main point." Gucheng spat out two words. The cold air made everyone feel as if they had been placed in an ice cellar.
Zhang Lei said softly,""Because of love." He sat down.
Everyone wanted to burst into tears and laugh, but they had no choice but to worry about Gucheng, whose stoic face had cracks on it.
"Continue." He took a deep breath.
"Because this specialization is the cheapest. Hello everyone, I am Yang Ni. I don't have many hobbies in my life. Money, second and third are all money. If you borrow money, please treat me as if I'm dead. If you give me money, please remember that I'll always live in your hearts. Amen.”She was the girl who handed out the flyers. She seemed to be a miser.
The doll girl looked at Gucheng with heart-shaped bubbles in her eyes."Art is so high and respected by people, but now I'm wrong. I only owe it to you, teacher. I don't think I'll transfer classes. I'm willing to follow you to the death.”He was a lovestruck fool.
But she stood up." No one came here because of their normal hobbies. We're all making blind choices. We can't get into high school, and we're still young to work. That's all. Everything else is nonsense. Whatever the teacher wants us to do, hurry up and don't waste everyone's time.”
"Well said. It's really boring to listen to them die. Hey, what's your score in junior high school?”The man in the green suit behind him clapped his hands and propped his forehead with his hand as he lazily blew on his bangs.
"It really is a pot lid." However, when she saw his hairstyle, she couldn't help but smile. She heard that the boy with the pot lid was very handsome.
"Sit down." Obviously, he was talking nicely to Ke Ke. Ke Ke sat down slowly, stuck out her tongue at Gucheng, and made a face.
"Drawing." Did he have a strange habit of saying two words? He would die if he said more, but he was cursing Gucheng's mother in his heart.
Many of them waved their pens boldly, and all kinds of strange things appeared on the paper. It looked like everyone was drawing. Mu Mu drew a fairy, Mo Xiaosheng drew a handsome man, and Qingchong drew me. I widened my eyes in disbelief. Wow, at that time, I was lying on the coffee table reading the newspaper. I couldn't believe how cute I looked.
"Qingchong, you're not allowed to draw." If this painting were to be released, how would I still have the face to take in underlings? Wouldn't I be laughed at by others?"Good ~" How did that pervert Gucheng know my name? I turned around and glared at him arrogantly.
"What do you want to teach me, you pervert?" However, as soon as he said that, the temperature in the classroom dropped continuously. It felt like they were in a morgue.
Gucheng's butler's eyes, which were hidden under the lenses, shone with an unbelievable light. However, no one saw it. In the blink of an eye, he raised his head slightly and looked down again.
"Respecting your teacher is good." The word 'good' was especially heavy, so heavy that it went deep into her bones. She felt a chill run down her spine. When others heard it, it meant that they respected their teachers, okay? Gucheng's words had an ancient charm. He had to sigh at the profoundness of culture.
"Hand over the painting." Gucheng withdrew his gaze from Keke for the umpteenth time today. He was more indifferent. No one dared to scold him, and no one dared to stop him. He was afraid that if he continued to talk to her, his cultivated image would be destroyed.
Ke Hao pouted and stopped Qingchong in the aisle, trying to snatch the painting back. Qingchong was a head taller than Ke Hao, and she hated herself for being too short to reach it. Gucheng appeared behind her, took the painting, and walked back to the podium. Ke Hao was stunned. F * ck, why was there no sound when she walked? Qingchong patted Ke Hao's cheek and smiled evilly.
However, after a furious glare, the two of them returned to their seats.
Gucheng flipped through the painting casually. The more he read, the more he frowned. He was obviously dissatisfied. Gucheng raised the painting and said,"Trash."
He put it down and raised it.
"Trash."
"Trash."
"Trash."
"Trash." When it came to good paintings, Gucheng said that good paintings were trash and were even worse than trash. He slammed the table angrily.
"Why is my painting trash? I don't understand." He really wanted to kill Gucheng, slice him into a thousand pieces, skin him alive, and swallow him alive. He also wanted to dispel the hatred in his heart.
"Trash doesn't need an explanation." She threw away the painting, but she stepped on the table and rushed over to beat him up. Qingchong quickly grabbed the table and pulled her back.
"Teacher." Qingchong obviously didn't understand why the teacher was targeting her, and her eyes were filled with anger. She couldn't stand being insulted."There is no beauty or ugliness in art. It is the expression of everyone's heart. If a peerless painting is seen by a farmer, it may be a lousy thing. If it is seen by a master, it may be good. Perhaps it is ugly in the eyes of a different master.”
Thunderous applause sounded. Zhang Sanshi slammed the table and stood up."Yes, there's no beauty or ugliness."
The cold glint in Gucheng's eyes intensified. He threw the stack of papers into the air, and they scattered on the ground. He shook off Qingchong's hand and walked up to the podium. That blue dress was his favorite dress. He still remembered how his father had beaten him so badly that he had lost all his skin. That was the first new dress Qingchong had given him.
He picked up the painting. Painting required emotions. He might not have any talent at all. He might be worse than others and more stupid than others. The painting of a young and tender girl fell in front of him. Compared to the two paintings, his painting was really trash.
Gucheng wrote a few words with his brush and threw the chalk into the box accurately. He looked at Keke, who was standing at the side in a daze. Seeing her eyes glistening with tears, he did not know why, but for the first time, he felt that he was too cold-blooded.
She picked up her mood, hid the painting, and walked down. Luo Mu pulled the corner of her shirt worriedly,""Are you okay? Keke, don't be sad.”he said carefully.
However, she waved her hand nonchalantly." Tsk, I'm not that weak. Hmph, he's the trash. His entire family is trash."”With a grin, Qingchong caressed her long hair and stuck her tongue out at him. She folded the painting under the table and carefully hid it in her pocket.
"Remember." Gucheng pointed at the blackboard. After that, everyone fell silent and talked under their seats."Art originates from life, and design reflects the soul.”
However, after reading it over and over again, this sentence was really incisive.
Everyone did not care about that sentence. Time passed by minute by minute.
In the afternoon, the girls walked out of the dormitory and saw the boys fighting with the auto repair class upstairs. The fight was especially fierce. There were about twenty boys in our class. It was obviously much weaker to fight with the boys in the same class.
The sharp-eyed Mo Xiaosheng saw me and rushed over while panting."Not good, not good, they bullied Mumu and she was pressed down by them.”
"What? Why would they bully Mumu?"”He rushed over and pushed aside the scuffling crowd."Mumu, Mumu."
The burly boy rode on Luo Mu's body and fanned him. He was shocked and grabbed a lock of the boy's hair. He punched him in the face, causing blood and teeth to fly far away. He kicked his waist and kicked him down.
"Mumu, are you alright? Tell me, where does it hurt?”Rubbing Luo Mu's red cheeks with heartache, Luo Mu could not help but shed tears and hid in Ke Hao's arms.
"But…but…I'm in pain everywhere. My bones are about to fall apart.”He whimpered and looked at the people around him with a deathly expression. He pushed the curtain aside and said,"It's okay. Keke will avenge you."
She spun and knocked down two or three boys. Before they could react, she broke their waist bones and kicked them away. Some of their shoulders were crushed and their heads were twisted to the side.
"Stop!" Gucheng was accompanied by the instructor and the butler. Once Gucheng went, he was unstoppable and easily defeated a class.
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