The next morning, Li Cheng was late again.
When he arrived, the first class had already started halfway through, and the teacher was writing and giving speeches on the blackboard.
When other students were late, they had to cautiously enter the classroom through the back door without anyone noticing. But Li Cheng walked through the front door carelessly, and the teacher couldn't do anything about him, so he asked him to return to his seat quickly.
Before Li Cheng's ass was hot, the beta brothers in the front row turned their heads and looked at him with reverence.
Li Cheng was frightened by the row of scorching gazes and asked, "What are you doing?"
The younger brother A smiled and extended his thumb: "Brother Li, you are awesome!"
Li Orange:
Li Cheng pretended to be calm and asked, "Then tell me, where am I so good?"
Younger Brother B: "Don't be humble, the whole school spread about what happened last night!"
Li Cheng was at a loss, what did he do last night? He was so tired after training last night that he fell asleep and didn't even have time to do the daily tasks in the game.
Before he could continue to ask, the younger brother C had already told his heroic deeds.
"Someone met Wei Rong in the hospital last night! His nose was blue and his face was swollen, he walked with a limping, and he had a bandage on his arm!" The younger brother Bing was ecstatic and used his careful thinking to deduce the truth of the matter, "It must be Brother Li. Do it! That guy toad wants to eat swan meat, you have long been disliked by him! Last night he asked you to meet you at the school gate, so you went to the meeting alone, up and down, beat him to the ground, wailing for feeding, and the last punch settled the country Beat him straight into the hospital, so that he won't dare to harass you again, right?"
Li Cheng: "..."
Li Orange:
Li Cheng cleared his throat embarrassingly, wanting to clarify, but looking at the adoring appearance of his younger brothers, he turned a corner when he said what he said.
He waved his hand with a casual attitude: "Okay, do you still need to publicize such a small matter as big as a mosquito?"
The younger brother clicked his tongue: "That's an alpha!"
Li Cheng said indifferently: "What's wrong with alpha? Wei Rong, I can beat him to the ground with just one hand."
"Brother Li is really a hero!"
"Okay, keep a low profile, go to self-study, go to self-study." Li Cheng was impatient and a little proud, "By the way, I see that your Chinese grades have improved very quickly recently, and your idioms are quite good."
Li Cheng never listened to lectures. He lay on the table and thought about it all morning, but he didn't figure out which kind person Wei Rong was sent to the hospital.
But it doesn't matter, Li Cheng is not bothering him for a day or two, someone gives him a ride for Tianxingdao, and Li Cheng is happy to relax.
I hope this time, Wei Rong can be honest for a while and stop harassing him.
…
At the same time, the third grade teaching building.
Xiao Yiheng opened the exercise book and was about to pick up a pen when he heard the girls in the class chatting about gossip.
"Have you watched the campus network?" the girl exclaimed, "Li Cheng, a very famous omega in the second year of high school, beat an alpha who was pursuing him into the hospital last night at the school gate!!"
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Xiao Yiheng:
who? who hit it
…
High school has a heavy workload, and the three sub-subjects of music, physical education, and art are the must for teachers of all major subjects.
Every Monday, the main subject teachers would crowd in front of the timetable, pretending to ask: "Class timetable, timetable, let me see which lucky associate teacher is sick this week?"
Only the second year (13) class of senior high school—that is, Li Cheng's class—the assistant teacher would never be "sick".
There is no way, who made Li Cheng the school bully, who would dare to deprive him of his beauty
Taking advantage of his aura, the students in the second year (13) class can have three sub-subject courses per week.
It was Wednesday and there was an art class in the afternoon.
The art teacher Qiu Xian is a female omega. She is eight months pregnant. She is frail and cannot work for a long time, so she has been teaching them to draw still lifes in the past few weeks. Just put a few jars of apples and bananas on the table. With one paintbrush and one drawing board, students can stay honest for an entire class.
She also knows that these children come to art class not to learn to draw, but to relax, chat, play with mobile phones, and quietly talk about love, so she turns a blind eye in every class. One eye, as long as the students don't dismantle the classroom, they can do whatever they want.
Qiu Xian set up her own drawing board in the corner of the studio, spread out the drawing paper, and quietly painted her own painting.
After a while, a pair of bright eyes appeared above the drawing board.
"Mr. Qiu!" Li Cheng, with blond hair like a little lion, asked with a hilarious smile, "Let's have a discussion? Every time in class, everyone is asked to draw those tattered apples and rotten bananas. Everyone is tired of drawing."
Qiu Xian asked him, "If you don't paint still lifes, what would you paint?"
Li Cheng said, "Painting people!"
Qiu Xian thought for a while and agreed, "Alright. There are still a few plaster portraits in the closet, you go and move them out..."
"No, no, I mean—" Li Cheng pointed out a finger to his nose, "—painting 'people', living people."
Only then did Qiu Xian understand what he was going to do. She laughed: "Are you going to be a model? Let everyone paint you?" This kid is too narcissistic. "Being a model means sitting there immobile, can you sit still?"
"Why can't you sit still?" Li Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Don't underestimate me!"
So like this, the art class assignments in Class 2 (13) changed from bottles of apples and bananas to a big living person.
Li Cheng sat down on the chair in the middle, with his legs crossed and his arms crossed, he put on a self-confessed handsome figure, and said to his classmates, "Come on, you can draw!"
He did not ask the other students if they would like to draw him. He is the school bully, and his opinion is everyone's opinion!
So the classmates could only exchange a helpless look, pick up the brushes, and start racking their brains to paint Li Cheng's appearance on the paper.
But they are not art students, and they still draw a still life in a crooked way. How can they be able to draw people
When Li Cheng was tired from sitting, and when he came down to inspect with his hands behind his back and walking with square steps, he saw a strangely crooked and crooked version of himself on the sheets of drawing paper.
Li Cheng: "..."
Li Cheng thought, could it be that I misunderstood my appearance? But I remember that the person in the mirror was neither cross-eyed nor garlicky. With such a square face, are they drawing me or SpongeBob
But the beta brothers still held the abstract portraits and asked him to comment, and asked him dog-legally: "Brother Li, what do you think?"
Brother Li felt very bad.
Without waiting for Li Cheng to lose his temper, Qiu Xian caught him and asked, "How come there is a model like you? It took me a few minutes to get out of the account?"
Li Cheng didn't dare to quarrel with the art teacher who was pregnant with Liujia, and whispered: "Who can hold on to sitting still for so long?"
Qiu Xian smiled: "There are really people who can hold on."
After speaking, Qiu Xian turned around and took out a stack of drawing paper from the cabinet and handed it to him: "This is a sketch of a character drawn by Class 1 of Senior Three."
Li Cheng was shocked: "Can you still take art classes in the third year of high school?"
Qiu Xian: "The school bully class has privileges, and the school bully class naturally also has privileges."
School bully: "… "
Li Cheng took the sketches of the characters cursingly in his heart and looked down.
The same figure was drawn on a piece of sketch paper cut into 16 pieces.
— Young man sitting by the window, white shirt rolled up to the cuffs, holding a book in his hand. He looked very intently, and the breeze blowing through the ends of his hair failed to call his attention.
The students in the Xueba class are versatile, and they draw sketches of characters in a different way. The boy's facial features were carefully carved by every pencil, his eyes, his lips, his angular jaw, his Adam's apple, his fingers that stopped evenly...
Li Cheng flipped through the sketches. Pieces of pictures are put together to form a complete person in the picture.
At that moment, Li Cheng felt as if something hit his heart, heavy and light.
He cleared his throat and asked, "Mr. Qiu, who is this?"
Qiu Xian: "Huh? You don't know him?"
Li Cheng didn't like to hear these words anymore, he hummed: "Che, should I know him? Why doesn't he come to know me?"
Qiu Xian smiled: "He is Xiao Yiheng in the third year of high school, and he is a man of influence in our school. But the year you entered the school, he went to study abroad for exchange, and he came back this semester."
Li Cheng thought, a man of the moment? How windy can it be? Can you be better than yourself
He vaguely remembered that there were many trophies on the display shelf in the principal's office, and the name of the highest row of trophies seemed to say "Xiao Yiheng".
For this matter, Li Cheng went to Principal Xu and asked him: "Who is that Xiao Yiheng? I have more trophies than him, why don't I put my trophies in the first row, why is he in me? above?"
What could Xu Wanli say at that time
Oh, Xu Wanli seemed to say, "He's a senior brother, and the senior brother should be above the junior brother."
Bah!
What kind of spicy chicken brother, is it still worthy of him
Thinking of this, Li Cheng stared at the thick stack of portrait paintings, and the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant he felt. As for the unbalanced heartbeat at that moment, he also attributed it to an illusion.
…
After school, Ms. Qiu Xian struggled to clean the art classroom with her pregnant belly up.
Nowadays, more and more omegas choose artificial wombs to create new little life in the culture cabin through technological means. It's rare for an omega to insist on having a baby like her.
She felt that this was a rare experience. She was pregnant in October and could be closer to the baby. However, the inconvenience brought by pregnancy is too much.
Just like now, it is very difficult for her to bend down and lift a plaster statue on the ground.
"Mr. Qiu, sit down and rest, I'll come." A male voice sounded.
Xiao Yiheng walked into the classroom quickly, first helped Qiu Xian to sit aside, and then helped her clean up the plaster statues on the ground and put them into the cabinet one by one.
After Qiu Xian sat down, she hammered her sore and swollen leg and sighed, "Student Xiao, thank you for helping me."
Xiao Yiheng said: "This is what it should be. But I want to thank the teacher for lending me the art classroom to paint."
Except for Qiu Xian, almost no one knows that Xiao Yiheng is very talented in painting.
At first, he just wanted to find a quiet place to read, and the art classroom had tables and chairs and few students came over, so it was the best rest area.
By chance, he picked up a paintbrush with Qiu Xian's encouragement - Qiu Xian was surprised to find that Xiao Yiheng had a natural perception of color!
He played with every ray of light and shade, and he grasped the colors with ease.
He never thinks about "how to draw here", as long as he writes, it is a landscape.
Qiu Xian cherished her talents and taught them all.
But at the same time, it is a pity for her that for an alpha like Xiao Yiheng, his future has already been written. He will win more academic competition trophies, enter the top universities, and study the latest technology... For him, painting will always only be Can be a sentimental interest.
Xiao Yiheng didn't know what Teacher Qiu was thinking. He has always been reticent, and after quietly cleaning the classroom, he took out his easel from the corner.
A painting often takes a long time to draw, so he comes to paint for a while after class every day. A few days ago, he just finished a piece of work, and he commissioned Qiu Xian to send it to the gallery for consignment.
He set up the easel, set up the frame, and began to draft.
Qiu Xian asked him, "What do you want to paint?"
Xiao Yiheng replied: "Draw the sunset on the playground."
Qiu Xian: "Are you still unwilling to draw portraits?"
From the first time Xiao Yiheng took a pen to now, he has never painted a portrait other than a plaster statue, which is very strange.
Xiao Yiheng did not answer directly, but instead asked: "Teacher, why did you bring this up again?"
Qiu Xian said, "I have corrected the portrait assignments in your class a few days ago. It is indeed a top class. The students are generally good at drawing, but I still want to see how you draw yourself."
Xiao Yiheng was helpless: "I'm not that narcissistic."
Speaking of narcissism, Qiu Xian smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I also painted a portrait in my second year of high school today. The model is Li Cheng, you should have heard of him, right? He insisted that the whole class draw him, and the painting would be ugly. unwilling."
Xiao Yiheng: Is he Li Cheng, a criminal of the Five Elements recently? How can he hear this name wherever he goes
"I've heard of him." But never met. Xiao Yiheng was a little curious about the school bully's appearance and asked, "Can I see their class's homework?"
Qiu Xian readily agreed.
She got up and took out the homework for the second grade (13) class from the shelf and handed it over.
Xiao Yiheng looked down at the drawing paper.
- A portrait placed at the top, with eyes like copper bells, big ears that attract wind, eyebrows like onion segments, and a strange face, grinning with teeth, and a lot of flesh.
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Xiao Yiheng thought, this campus bully looks quite ingenious.