born stubborn

The corners of the awesome man's mouth were still curled up, but the smile disappeared. He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Is it too complacent to get two full marks? Don't think I can't see it. One must have been copied, and the other was just finished. Seriously, two full marks are two zeros."

The uplifted faces in the classroom were now replaced by black heads. Sure enough, all cheating behaviors could not be hidden from the teacher's sharp eyes.

No, it is the professional shrewdness that the teacher has honed over and over again.

The awesome man snorted and laughed: "Why do you look like a thief, where are your bones?"

"Eat." Someone in the corner answered in a low voice.

There was an unstoppable sound of air leaks all around.

The awesome man smiled helplessly, "Oh, just swallow it."

As usual, I was damaged a pass, but it is quite rare for Class 7 of the United States to get a perfect score, and the awesomeness is already very comfortable.

This gave her a sense of satisfaction that her hard work paid off. For the first time, she did not name and punish the students, but quickly sent back the homework and started lecturing.

Yuan Yang poked up the English textbook, lay down on the desk and closed his eyes for a while.

He was a little convinced by Liang Yue, and within a few minutes, he actually filled out a homework paper with full marks.

Compared with the fake perfect score that he painstakingly copied yesterday, Liang Yue simply did not delay both play and study, and his superiority was a bit too much.

Liang Yue also poked at the textbook, but was secretly eating breakfast while hiding behind.

In the end, he took out a bag of pure milk from his schoolbag and sucked it silently.

The morning courses of the specialty class are basically cultural courses, and in the afternoon, most of them are replaced by professional courses.

There was no need to go home at noon, Yuan Yang ordered fried rice in the cafeteria, was full, and went to the studio with his painting tools.

The studio of Class 7 in the United States is very large, so it is planned into two parts.

One part is equipped with tables and chairs, which is used for free creation, and the other part is an open space with drawing boards, which is used to practice the basic items that must be tested in the exam.

As soon as Yuan Yang entered the door, he first saw the squad leader Hao Tian.

Hao Tian was standing in a corner of the studio, carefully arranging a set of geometric plaster models.

This is the drawing prop they will practice in their afternoon sketching class.

Liang Yue, who was sitting diagonally opposite, carefully screwed the screws on the easel to adjust the height of the drawing board.

Hao Tian adjusted the position of the plaster model, looked at it from a distance, then turned to ask Liang Yue: "Liang Yue, have you ever drawn a sketch?"

Liang Yue smiled, "Guess?"

"I guess you must have drawn before. You just transferred to our class in the third year of high school. If you don't have any foundation, then you are in danger." Hao Tian said with a reasonable analysis.

Liang Yue just smiled and didn't speak, he quickly adjusted the drawing board, took out the blade from the pencil case, and sharpened the pencil one by one.

Hao Tian leaned in front of him, crossed her legs on the stool beside her and watched his skillful movements, "Liang Yue, your hands are so beautiful."

"Squad leader..." Liang Yue made a long laughing voice, begging for mercy, "Can you still play happily?"

"Isn't it okay to praise you?" Hao Tian smiled bluntly, and suddenly asked seriously: "Liang Yue, I don't understand, you have such good academic performance, why did you transfer from the high school class to the special class? "

Liang Yue didn't even look up, and continued to sharpen the pencil, "I like oil painting."

Hao Tian was puzzled and asked again: "Isn't your family stopping you?"

Liang Yue asked back: "I chose it myself, why should I stop it?"

Hao Tian was stunned.

Yuan Yang not far away was also stunned.

In Yuan Yang's view, this is such a willful sentence, it will never be possible for him.

Liang Yue was able to choose the path he wanted to take without anyone stopping him.But he can only walk the path arranged for him by others, and has no choice.

Completely different circumstances, completely different life trajectory.

Yuan Yang suddenly felt that there was a huge difference between him and Liang Yue, one was a native chicken running on the ground, the other was a roc flying in the sky.

"Yuan Yang," Liang Yue suddenly turned his head and asked Yuan Yang, "What kind of painting are you good at?".

Yuan Yang quietly packed up his painting tools, and simply replied with two words: "Chinese painting."

"Amazing." Liang Yue gave Yuan Yang a thumbs up, and said appreciatively, "I don't know anything about traditional Chinese painting, so I have to learn from you if I have the chance."

Hao Tian interjected, "Liang Yue, don't look at Yuan Yang's poor academic performance, his Chinese painting is taught by a master, he is really good."

Yuan Yang glanced at them uninterestedly, but didn't answer.

Liang Yue suddenly asked again: "By the way, Yuan Yang, is the person who was with you last night your father? He has such a good temperament."

Yuan Yang's hand trembled, and the pencil he just took out fell to the ground, breaking the tip of the pen.

He stared at the pencil for a while, stood up without saying a word, and walked out of the studio without looking back.

"Liang Yue, don't mention his father!" Hao Tian hurriedly reminded Liang Yue.

Liang Yue didn't react, "What's the situation?"

Hao Tian sighed, and said sympathetically, "He became like this because his father died in a car accident. Whenever his father was mentioned, he would be furious. You didn't know it when you first came. Be careful in the future."

Liang Yue looked at the door Yuan Yang walked out of, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and nodded.

Xia Weichu was not his father, Xia Weichu was the culprit who indirectly caused his father's accident.

If Xia Weichu hadn't insisted that his father come to Nanying City late at night when it was raining heavily to prepare manuscripts for his art exhibition, his father would not have had a traffic accident, and Yin and Yang have been separated since then.

So from that day on, Yuan Yang was unwilling to call Xia Weichu uncle.

He should hate Xia Weichu, he didn't want to hear Xia Weichu's words, he didn't want to see him, but he had to stay at Xia Weichu's house.

Because this is the way of life his mother cried hysterically to him, he can't resist.

Yuan Yang's sudden anger, he almost couldn't control his anger in the studio, but he knew that no one owed him anything from his classmates, and getting mad at innocent classmates would only make everyone more and more alienated from him.

However, once this anger is ignited, it is difficult to extinguish.

He walked wildly back and forth along the corridor on the second floor of Yigaolou, and almost bumped into the awesome guy who was going to Yin 6 class to make up English lessons.

"Yuan Yang." The fascinated man stopped him, ignored his emotions, and asked him directly: "Be honest, who taught you to write yesterday's homework?"

Yuan Yang tried his best to suppress the irritability in his heart, but he was still a little angry. He didn't write the homework by himself, so he didn't bother to lie.

What's more, those who ask him now are still awesome people who always like to use him as a negative teaching material.

When Yuan Yang's stubbornness came up, sometimes even he himself was disgusted.

For example, if someone says he is rotten, then he will show that person how rotten he is. Even if he regrets it in the middle, he will never look back.

Therefore, Yuanyangwo was on fire, skipping over the incident that happened in the subway, and clearly explained that Ding Yuanyuan helped him with his homework.

"You're in Class 3, Senior Three?" The awesome man nodded for confirmation, "Okay, then I know what to do. I'll talk to your homeroom teacher, Mr. Li, later."

The awesome man said that he would tell Li Xinze, the class teacher of Mei 7, about this matter, and Yuan Yang calmed down a little.

If the matter gets to the class teacher, it usually means that the matter is serious, and it is so serious that Ding Yuanyuan, who may have helped him, will be implicated with him.

Yuan Yang took two quick steps and stopped Fansi, "Mr. Ren, it's not Ding Yuanyuan's fault, don't make things difficult for her."

The awesome man looked at him wonderingly, and suddenly smiled, "This is a good thing, why make things difficult for her?"

"Good thing?" Yuan Yang frowned puzzled.

"what……"

Just as the awesome man was about to speak, the class bell rang suddenly.

Yuan Yang didn't have time to ask in detail, and the fans didn't have time to explain, so they rushed to different classrooms.

As soon as the studio door was pushed open, all the students who had already started painting looked towards the door and found that it was Yuan Yang who came in. Some people laughed in wonder: "Why hasn't Xiong Da come here yet? He hasn't overslept again, right?" ?”

As soon as the words fell, the whole class couldn't help laughing.

Liang Yue turned his head to look around, and asked amusedly, "Who is Xiong Da?"

Hao Tian, ​​who was sitting next to him, explained to him with a smile: "They nicknamed Teacher Li, the head teacher, because Teacher Li was always slovenly for a while, and one day he came to class, his coat was not buttoned properly, and everyone found that his chest muscles were very tight. Big, so I called him Xiong Da behind his back."

Liang Yue smiled helplessly, "It's too much."

Hao Tian waved her hand and said, "It's okay. Teacher Li has a very good temper. Even if he finds out, he won't be angry. In fact, everyone respects him. He is very meticulous and serious in teaching."

Hao Tian used three "special" in this sentence, which makes people feel that Li Xinze, who is nicknamed Xiong Da, is very good.

However, Liang Yue has been transferred to Class 7 of the United States for more than ten days, but he has never met this special head teacher.

Because Li Xinze, the head teacher of Class 7 in the United States, did not go back to school with the students after the summer vacation. Instead, he took half a month's leave and returned to school yesterday.

The head teacher of the third year of high school actually asked for half a month's leave, so that the students had to take professional classes without a teacher for several days, and they were still in the first professional class after returning to school, and they overslept and did not come.

Liang Yue felt that this new head teacher was special enough, not just a normal free and undisciplined one.

"Squad leader, do you want to call Teacher Li?" Someone called Hao Tian.

"Go here."

Hao Tian put down the pencil in her hand, stood up while steadying the drawing board, and walked outside.

The atmosphere in the studio became very active, and everyone stopped to chat.

Liang Yue turned his head to look at Yuan Yang, and saw that he was holding the pencil that had broken the refill but was sharpened by someone. He was stunned, and suddenly looked this way.

Liang Yue smiled apologetically at him, raised the blade in his hand, "I cut it for you."

Yuan Yang didn't even say thank you, turned his face away indifferently, and used that pencil to make a sketch structure on the drawing board.

A few minutes later, a man in his 30s came into the studio. He had a slightly hairy hairstyle, and he looked like he wouldn't let people take a second look if he was thrown on the street.

There is also a red mark on the face where the pillow towel was not placed properly.

The author has something to say: The handsome guy at the next table helped me sharpen my pencils four or five times. Every time he stood next to me and chatted with me when he had nothing to do, he sharpened my pencils one by one. One sentence: "Look at the ugliness you cut~"

My lord, I'm clearly very handsome!