"Look at that." Wen Yan nodded and pointed somewhere, "Jing Rong. Do you know him?"
"I know him. Didn't we just meet at the school gate last time?" The teacher folded her hands on the car window and leaned slightly. She unbuttoned her shirt, deliberately showing her sexy cleavage in front of him. She replied softly, "He is a famous talent in our school. Although he is not very old, he has first-class painting skills and has won many awards at home and abroad. According to our school's art teacher, his hands are the hands of God. Although he hasn't taken the college entrance examination yet, many universities have extended olive branches to him. But he is interested in the highest institution of learning and doesn't care about other ones."
"Hand of God? Is it so magical?" Wen Yanzhi lit a cigarette for himself, looking very interested. "Strange. I have never seen the Hand of God."
The beautiful teacher was so tired of bending over, but he didn't even look at her. She pouted and said coquettishly, "Yanzhi, you've been staring at me. Are you attracted to my sister?"
Wen Yanzhi chuckled and said, "Don't talk nonsense. You can't cheat on your friend's wife."
"Then why are you still looking?" the other party said coquettishly.
He pushed open the car door, got out, kissed the woman on the top of her head, and coaxed her absentmindedly, "Go wash off the perfume on you. I don't like this smell."
The woman looked frustrated and lowered her head to sniff herself. In the end, she listened to the other party and went back to the school locker room obediently.
She took a few steps and kept looking back at the man who attracted everyone's attention as soon as he got off the car. He was suave, charming and seductive, like a poppy or a kite without a string. Many people fell for him, but no one could catch him.
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"Okay, students, next we are going to draw figure sketches. Is there anyone willing to come and be a model?" The art teacher's voice rang out in the outdoor classroom.
Before anyone could respond, someone else said, "Let me do it."
The clear and leisurely voice made everyone look up. They saw a handsome man walking towards them with long legs.
The boys and the teacher were confused, but the girls were very excited.
Too beautiful!!
If such a person were to be a model, even painting would be more exciting!
"Sir, we are having class now..." the teacher reminded him when he came closer.
"I know, don't you need models? I'll be their model, so no one has to delay painting." Wen Yanzhi didn't wait for the teacher to finish his words, and he took the lead. He even moved a chair and sat down. Moreover, he sat straight in front of Jing Rong.
Jing Rong remembered him and couldn't help but look at him twice.
"Teacher, let's choose him! He's so handsome, we must draw him well!"
"Yeah, yeah, it can totally inspire us!"
The female students all pleaded for mercy.
The teacher was not a conservative person. Besides, everyone loves beauty! So he nodded in an open-minded manner, "Okay, the minority obeys the majority. Let's make an exception today!"
Jing Rong moved the drawing board aside and took out a pencil and sketchbook from his bag. Wen Yanzhi raised his hand to turn over his drawing board. Jing Rong held his hand and shook his head at him.
Wen Yanzhi glanced at the teacher who was painting with his head down, then moved closer to Jingrong and said in a low voice, "It's just a painting, what's there to be afraid of?"
"It's not that you can't look at the paintings, you are a model now, you should behave like a model, don't move around." Jing Rong's eyes were clear and he spoke seriously. His young voice was like the flowing stream, uncontaminated by any tobacco, and extremely clean.
Wen Yanzhi couldn't help but laugh, "It turns out that you are as old-fashioned as your sister."
"It's not called old-fashioned, it's just a basic principle." He corrected him gently.
"Tsk~" Wen Yanzhi sneered at his words, but did not move. He just asked: "Hey, why is your sister like this?"
"What?" Jing Rong lowered his head to draw and responded casually.
"He is cold and boring."
"Are you here for my sister's matter?" Jing Rong raised his head and looked at him.
Wen Yanzhi was stunned by this rhetorical question. What on earth was he here for? He was originally here for a date, but why was he sitting here as a model for no reason, not allowing anyone to move. How free was he
"Yes, that's why I came here." He felt that if it wasn't for this, he couldn't think of another reason to come. Who made him the best friend in the world? It was a blessing for Vice President Yu to have him as a friend.
"I don't agree with my sister being with your friend. He is definitely not suitable for my sister." You can tell by looking at the person in front of you.
"Tsk, you've never even met the person, and you already know it's inappropriate? You're so young, you don't know shit."
Jing Rong didn't expect him to respond with swear words. He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and said in a colder voice than before, "I don't understand, so don't ask me."
Wen Yanzhi looked at him with amusement, "Are you angry?"
"No."
"Hey, you may be young, but you have a bad temper."
“…” Jing Rong decided to ignore him.
"Hey!" Wen Yanzhi didn't receive a response, so he kicked his white sneakers with the toe of his leather shoe and said, "Speak."
Jing Rong stepped back and raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with a sense of tranquility and peace. But at this moment, his handsome eyebrows were knitted together, "I'm in class, don't make a fuss."
The tone did not show any respect for his elder status at all, but instead contained a hint of seriousness that came from a young man with maturity.
Wen Yanzhi stared at the boy's eyes, and was distracted for a while. After a while, his lips moved, and he said "oh", but he really didn't make any more noise.
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Jingyu has been very busy in recent days.
Chen Wanzhi's case was put on the agenda. Everything was still under trial, with no results.
Jingyu blocked Yu Zeyao's number. So, he never called again.
Sometimes, late at night, when she lay in bed, she would think of his injury. After all, it was for her. It had only been ten days, and I was afraid that his injury had not yet fully healed.
She took the tie clip out of the drawer, thought about it, and put it back in her bag. Maybe she was wasting her time. They had made it very clear last time, and there was probably no chance of meeting him again.
That day, early in the morning, Jing Yu came out of his father's ward. As soon as he changed out of his white coat, the cell phone in his pocket began to vibrate wildly.
"Have you finished your class?" Qi Jinnian asked.
Jing Yu hummed and yawned sleepily.
"That's great, I'll pick you up later!"
"No, I'll take a taxi back by myself."
"I'm not asking you to go back, I'm asking you to accompany me to a place." Qi Jinnian looked very happy, "Today is the day when the Vice President will be inaugurated, and there will be an open speech at Baiyu Square. Several people from our Ministry of Education will be there, so why don't you come with me?"