After waking up, Qi Chengcheng was pushed by Han An to the studio.
Because Han An's art teacher will be commenting in the afternoon, the nap time is extremely short. Qi Cheng wore a peaked cap, his exposed jaw was sharp and angular, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and he was a little sleepy.
But when he picked up the pencil to change the drawing for Han An, he came to his senses again.
Hold the pencil with your thumb and forefinger, and arrange neat lines diagonally.
People with good hands look good at everything. Han An was staring at the painting in his hand, but unknowingly, he began to stare at Qi Cheng's hand holding the pen again unconsciously.
This is the instinctive pursuit of beauty in human beings. Qi Cheng's painting is not like him. Han An will get a lot of lead dust every time he draws a sketch, but Qi Cheng does not. No matter which direction he turns his hands, his hands are white and clean, as if he can take a set of close-up photos with a camera in the next second.
Qi Cheng's movements are fast, with clean lines and appropriate weight. He stood up and took a few steps back to look at the painting, "Only the perspective of the mouth is wrong, but everything else is fine."
Three or two strokes, it was exactly as Han An said, a mouth was drawn within a few minutes, he didn't use the eraser to make the highlights, it was all blanks left before.
"That's great!" Han An said, "It just doesn't match my other facial features. I drew a black man. I don't deserve your mouth."
Qi Cheng came out with him and washed his hands at the water pipe. The ice-cold water was comfortable. Qi Cheng asked him to hold his hat, and washed his face with two handfuls of water.
The drops of water slid down the chin onto the school uniform, and a flash light was on next to it. Qi Cheng looked along and saw that the girl who took the sneak shot was blushing, and stood there frightened and helpless, still holding the phone stiffly in her hand.
Qi Cheng smiled at them, and walked side by side with Han An.
"Have you taken orders recently?"
Han An handed him a cigarette, and the two came to the back of the teaching building, taking advantage of the lack of people, to chat for a while.
Qi Cheng took it and put it in his hand to play with, but he didn't smoke, "Study is more important."
"But I didn't see how much you pay attention to study," Han An complained, "Isn't there an extra point in the college entrance examination? You can get 5 points for 4A, and you can get extra points for any level of awards. Grandma, you need to add points." How many points?"
"That has restrictions," Qi Cheng smiled, "don't swear."
They chatted for a while, and went back after Han An finished smoking. On the way, Chi Yan came out of the office in a hurry, and was taken aback when he saw them.
Then he pushed his glasses and calmly nodded to them.
Qi Cheng turned sideways and let him pass between himself and Han An. When Chi Yan passed by, he stopped suddenly. He stood up straight and said to Qi Cheng: "The school plans to give us a preliminary test in the next few days. "
No. 2 Middle School has just started school, and most of the students who have passed the summer vacation have already forgotten about their studies. The teachers have already prepared a set of difficult problems, waiting to teach them a lesson.
Qi Cheng was a little surprised by this, "So fast."
Chi Yan nodded, and a dazzling fighting spirit burned in the eyes of the usually deserted person, "You were the first in the math test last time. I will stand up for this test."
"Compare me to what?" Qi Cheng casually leaned against the pillars in the corridor, "You will only be number one."
Chi Yan's lips fluttered, he pushed his glasses, and then grabbed the seam of his trousers after hanging down his hands, as if he was a little at a loss, "No, I didn't mean that."
However, he seldom interacts with people, so he doesn't even know what to say now. Chi Yan's smooth forehead is sweating, "I just want to compete with you in mathematics."
Xueba talked a lot today, Qi Cheng looked at him from under the brim of his hat, and suddenly smiled, "Then I'll just wait."
Han An joked next to him, "Xiaoba, I can't promise you anything else. In science, especially mathematics, this is very simple for my brother Qi. Don't cry when you lose."
Chi Yan didn't refute anything, just nodded, and then left in a hurry.
The radio started to ring, and there were youthful and cheerful songs in it, which indicated that the students who woke up from their afternoon nap were rushing to the teaching area. After singing twice, the afternoon class would start.
Han An patted Qi Cheng on the shoulder, "I'm going back first, and I'll bleach the African nose I drew. Thank you, bro. I'll treat you to a barbecue at the end of the month."
Qi Cheng snorted softly, "Go away."
The doctor in the infirmary also returned a voice message to Qi Cheng, which was sent just before class.
"Gu Huai," the doctor's voice seemed to have the smell of disinfectant and cleanliness, as well as a little tiredness, "Remember."
Ancient surname, this surname is rare.
Qi Cheng threw the phone into the drawer.
But the name suits a doctor well.
The principal of No. 2 Middle School pays attention to the combination of work and rest, and understands the foundation of comprehensive quality education. Therefore, the learning pressure of No. 2 Middle School is not as heavy as that of other schools. The principals and teachers focus on grades and use high-quality topics to improve the quality of students. As for As for mobile phones and other forms of entertainment during break time, as long as they are properly controlled and will not have a bad impact on themselves, most of them will turn a blind eye.
But on the contrary, No. 2 Middle School has the highest enrollment rate among high schools in city A, and the students who graduated from No. 2 Middle School have a particularly deep affection for their alma mater.
The afternoon class is biology. The biology teacher is a middle-aged man in his forties. His voice during the class is very sleepy. Qi Cheng's position is by the window. As soon as the sun shines in, he is almost so lazy that he is about to fall asleep.
There was a teacher walking back and forth in a hurry outside, Qi Cheng raised his eyes and took a look, this time his eyes were completely closed, and he was still aboveboard.
Another black shadow walked by in the corridor, this black shadow passed by Qi Cheng's window, and for some reason fell back, just blocking the sunlight on Qi Cheng's body.
Qi Cheng opened his eyes and looked out.
Wu Yuan stood outside the window, with his back to the sun, couldn't see the expression clearly, and said in a blunt and stern tone, "Hi."
After saying hi, as if completing some kind of task, with his hands in his pockets, he walked stiffly and quickly out of the window of Class 3.
"Hiss—" Xia Li gasped, and blurted out, "Wu Yuan is sick?!"
Say hi to Qi Cheng
Is Wu Yuan out of his mind or is his ear hallucinating
Xia Li pushed Qi Cheng again, with an incredulous expression on his face, "Did you hear that Wu Yuan took the initiative to greet you! Did he not wake up?"
"Maybe," Qi Cheng nodded seriously, holding his chin, "you must have fallen asleep."
Hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth.
"That's right!" Xia Li said, "Fuck, it's too scary!"
The biology teacher on the podium was dissatisfied, "Xia Li, you, the class monitor, are still taking the lead in speaking. What are you talking about with Qi Cheng? Tell everyone to listen."
Xia Li immediately shut up.
"Come here," the biology teacher patted the blackboard, "Come up and do this question once, all together, whoever made a mistake, copy this question ten times for me."
Qi Cheng, who was implicated, sighed, and went up to do the questions with Xia Li, who wanted to cry but had no tears.
But the question on the blackboard was obviously easy for him.
It's so simple that it's dual-purpose, while doing the questions, while thinking about what Wu Yuan said just now.
The school bully is fierce.
But he is a man of promise. The news caused the whole class to howl, "Don't worry, teacher, we haven't finished the exam content yet!"
"The questions will only be based on what you have learned," Teacher Yang remained unmoved, "Is this something I can change? This is an order from the grade group. You should prepare well tonight and try to do well in the next two days. score."
"Isn't this too sudden? The class will be over soon, how can I review it?"
Teacher Yang is unpredictable, "What I want is for you to be taken by surprise."
"Even if you are given one day in advance, what can you do, can you finish your review?"
The students in city A don't know how to teach in other places in province S, but their teaching plans have always been very tight. Senior one and senior two basically have to learn the entire high school knowledge. Even if they don't finish it, there will only be a few left. less part. Because all the time left in the third year of high school must be used for review.
With so much knowledge, you only need to take one day, let alone five subjects, and you can't finish reviewing one of them.
Not to mention that the second middle school's questions have always been abnormal, as long as you think about it, you will completely give up. After setting up the examination room with Teacher Yang, I went back to the dormitory, and I didn't care about whether to review or not.
Qi Cheng didn't change much, but when he returned to the dormitory, he met the bully standing under the tree in the teaching building.
Although he is not as tall as he is, his body proportions are excellent. From a distance, he is tall and slender, standing upright like a tall and straight bamboo, and exuding the fragrance of bamboo.
Chi Yan looked at him, but didn't step forward, but his eyes reflected a flash of fighting spirit under the moonlight.
It seems to be reminding Qi Cheng that tomorrow is the battlefield where they will compete.
No one knows why Xueba has his eyes on Qi Cheng.
But this feeling is both novel and fun for Qi Cheng, so it can inspire him to take the exam seriously.
He smiled at Xueba, his back slightly hunched, revealing the ruffian that had been well hidden in the past.
Stretching out his hand, he casually and lazily made an "OK" gesture towards Xueba.
The author has something to say:
Xueba is actually not short, 1.75 meters, but he was on the podium at the time, and the height of the soles and the uneven ground made him only fit into the chest. (I know I am wrong, but Xueba wants face orz)