This disgusting feeling is hard to describe in words.
If you insist on describing it in plain language, it is a person who loves health. division. Fu and Oreo's people were exiled in a foreign land, and as a result, the foreign land did not produce these two things.
After many years, this person finally got a chance to see these two foods again.
He opened the package with joy, couldn't hold back his excitement, and tasted it almost reverently, but before he swallowed it, this gentleman felt that the taste was not right. He looked back at the package again, only to realize that what he was eating was not Kang. division. Fu and Oreo, but 'Kang Shuaibo' and 'Yue Li Yue', suddenly their faces turned green...
What Bai Yan experienced was this extremely disgusting feeling.
Every cell in his body is boiling, and the person who is screaming in front of him is a fake.
However, reason told him that there was only one Wang Ze in the school.
"Wang Ze."
"Wang Ze..."
Bai Yan said the name lightly, his voice only flowing between his lips and teeth.
At this time, he also realized that the person he had been waiting for, and the things he had never wanted to forget, seemed to be related to this name.
That person, his name should be Wang Ze.
"...not this one, but there is only one Wang Ze in the school, where is he?"
Bai Yan muttered something in his heart, he always felt that the person he wanted to see was not him, so he lost interest in 'Wang Ze'.
Although, this Wang Ze's temper suits him quite well, just by looking at the performance of the students in Class 3, one can tell that he must have done a lot in Class 3 to make the students of Class 3 fear him so much.
However, as soon as Bai Yan saw this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Bai Yan lost the interest in striking up a conversation.
Bai Yan resisted the urge to vomit. Looking at it, he lowered his head with little interest, and fiddled with the pen with a little dye left.
Seeing that there was still some time before the end of get out of class, Bai Yan started to add more things to the snake when he was bored, and drew a stool kicked down on the ground under the feet of the two stick figures to enrich the storyline.
When Bai Yan finished adding the stool, most of the students had already finished drawing.
The students in the third class started to shake the paper, causing Bai Yan to tilt his head, and saw that they put the paintings on the table near the aisle, so that the teacher could pick them up.
However, Bai Yan and the other students know that the art teacher is a bully. He is as timid as a mouse and dare not argue with the students. Every time he collects the paintings, he is too fast, for fear that the characters with green faces and fangs will jump out and eat them. over him.
In this process, there is no need to place the painting in this special position at all.
To say that the students in Class 4 respect the teacher more than them, and that they did this for the convenience of the teacher, Bai Yan absolutely does not believe it.
"What are they going to do?"
Not only Bai Yan, but all the students in Class 4 have this question.
The closer it was to the end of get out of class, the more nervous the expressions of the students in class three became. The only few who were not nervous, they consumed double the blood, drew two pictures and put them on the desk.
However, due to excessive blood loss, the faces of these students were very pale, and their lips became wrinkled, showing unhealthy white skin. However, their faces were pale, but there was a relaxed smile on their faces, and they even looked at the students of Class 4 with malicious intent, chanting words in their mouths, as if they were cursing something.
"Jingle Bell-"
The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang.
However, one of the two class teachers stood at the front door and the other at the back door. They blocked the classroom so tightly that the students did not dare to leave their seats.
The students all looked up at the art teacher. This unshaven man stood shrunken on the podium, motionless, and didn't intend to accept the painting.
The students in Class 4 were amazed, but the students in Class 3 knew it clearly, as if they had known this would happen a long time ago.
The students in Class 4 had never experienced this kind of situation, and they didn't dare to breathe suddenly, feeling uneasy, and didn't know what to do.
In this weird atmosphere, Wang Ze who was sitting by the window moved.
He stood up, walked to Bai Yan's side without haste, and then stopped.
"..."
Bai Yan didn't look up, but the fear mixed with nausea didn't lessen.
Bai Yan still can't feel it when many people are separated. Now, Wang Ze was standing beside him, Bai Yan felt cold all over, and the creepy feeling was extremely intense.
Bai Yan still didn't look up, he couldn't see Wang Ze's gaze, but he felt a thorn in his back, a sense of danger that he was about to be swallowed.
His nerves are tense, like a frog meeting a snake, and every nerve in him is screaming for danger, which is derived from human instinctive desire to survive.
However, Bai Yan tried his best to suppress the fear that sprouted from the depths of his heart. His body trembled slightly, but he still slowly raised his head. His light gray eyes looked at Wang Ze without blinking—
Unexpectedly, Wang Ze didn't look at him, but at his painting.
Wang Ze stretched out his bony hand and picked up the picture of the red stickman from the table.
Bai Yan immediately understood the behavior of the students in class three. They put the paintings beside the aisle, not for the convenience of the teacher, but for Wang Ze to use.
But Wang Ze took away their paintings, and in order to hand in their homework, they naturally had to draw one more, which was why they behaved abnormally.
The students in class three would rather draw one more painting, causing them to lose too much blood, and dare not resist Wang Ze. Wang Ze's horror can be seen.
Bai Yan is not stupid, he knows what he should do now.
The demonstration of the students in the third class is his best example.
The girl who was killed by Wang Ze just because she smiled in the morning proved with her life how dangerous it is to offend Wang Ze.
He couldn't even resist Ning Xiuli, let alone Wang Ze.
Bai Yan is very patient, even if Ning Xiuli hit him, he could endure it for a long time. He should hibernate now, obediently hand in the painting, as long as he is still alive, he still has time and the opportunity to do many things...
Bai Yan understands this truth very well, but he is unwilling to show weakness no matter what when facing a person with such a face.
Bai Yan knew that if he looked at it for a while, he might lose the courage to resist, but compared to the unknown consequences, he couldn't bear his timid appearance even more. So, regardless of his fate, he stood up and snatched the painting from Wang Ze's hand.
Bai Yan was too lazy to think about how Ning Xiuli would deal with him when he couldn't hand in his homework. He folded the drawing paper in half, and tore it to pieces with all his strength, tearing the stickman on it to pieces.
After a while, Bai Yan threw the piece of paper away, and paper flowers scattered from his hands, and were blown all over the ground by the autumn wind blowing into the classroom.
Seeing Bai Yan tearing up the painting in public, the students in class three were dumbfounded, and there was an uncontrollable whisper in an instant—
"Is that man crazy? How dare he steal Wang Ze's painting?"
"Haha, that person is an idiot from Class 4. He definitely doesn't know the fate of offending Wang Ze! It just so happens that he is dead, and Wang Ze won't kill any more people today!"
"It's a good thing he didn't choose me. My blood will be drained if I paint one painting, but if I paint two, I will bleed so much blood even after I die!"
Her ears were filled with the small sounds of gloating, but Bai Yan didn't hear a single sound.
After tearing off the painting, he was frozen by a cold breath and could not move.
He watched helplessly as Wang Ze's cold and pale hands clasped his neck firmly.