The male supporting role he pretends to be fierce [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Yi seldom reasoned with people. In the past, when he encountered unreasonable people, he would directly beat them down with his fists.

But it's different now, he is a student now, he can't fight those people, he can only reason.

Jiang Yi wanted to laugh when he heard those people plausibly explain the reasons for his plagiarism.

Bullshit, all fucking bullshit.

Jiang Yi used the logic of the ten groups to remind them that in their logic, all the paintings they drew could find prototypes, which were considered plagiarism.

The members of class ten were so bullied that they couldn't find words to fight back for a while.

When Zhang Yingjun saw this scene, he subconsciously thought that Jiang Yi had caused some trouble again, and when he heard Jiang Yi mention the words "painting" and "plagiarism", he immediately thought of what other class teachers were saying these days. The monthly blackboard newspaper.

He remembered that Jiang Yi was in charge of the blackboard newspaper this time and had been drawing for the past two days.

Zhang Yingjun walked over quickly, glanced at the blackboard newspaper of his class, and was shocked: "Jiang Yi, did you draw those bamboos?"

Jiang Yi nodded: "Yes."

Immediately, the talkative students in class ten raised their mobile phones to show Zhang Yingjun the photo on it: "The students in your class plagiarized our class' previous blackboard newspapers."

Zhang Yingjun compared the bamboo drawn by Jiang Yi on the mobile phone. The bamboo drawn on the mobile phone is very tall, with only a few bamboo poles and full bamboo leaves, occupying a large area, while Jiang Yi drew a small piece of short bamboo. In the bamboo forest, the roots are distinct, and the color of the leaves also forms a gradient from front to back, which has a perspective effect.

Except that the positions are all drawn on the right side of the blackboard, and the pictures are all bamboos, there is no connection between the two blackboards.

Although Zhang Yingjun always felt that Jiang Yi's grades were holding back his class, he protected his weaknesses and was also a talkative person.

At this moment, Class Ten's posture is obviously here to find fault, so he naturally couldn't recognize it: "The paintings are all bamboo... Are there other places that are the same?"

I don't know which student replied: "The style of painting is different, but it does plagiarize the creativity of our class!"

Zhang Yingjun: "Since it's different, it's at most a reference, not plagiarism."

Jiang Yi was a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhang Yingjun to defend him.

In fact, after Zhang Yingjun said those words, he asked Jiang Yidao: "Are you going to paint rockeries and streams next?"

On the poster before the tenth class, the right panel is bamboo, and the left panel is rockery and streams, which is very natural.

Zhang Yingjun asked Jiang Yi this question with 100% confidence. After all, rockery and streams have nothing to do with the topic of this blackboard newspaper.

Sure enough, Jiang Yi shook his head.

"Teacher, Jiang Yi said that he has something relevant to draw that he wants to draw." Shao Yang's attention was always on the commotion outside the classroom, and after hearing Zhang Yingjun's question, he interjected and helped Jiang Yi answer.

Zhang Yingjun: "What?"

Jiang Yi: "Heaven. An. The Huabiao in front of the gate."

After Jiang Yi finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.

The Huabiao in front of Tian An. Gate is a stone pillar made of white marble. There is a stone scorpion on the stone pillar, and the body of the pillar is carved with cloud and dragon patterns. There are so many details that it is difficult to draw on paper, let alone on a blackboard.

Huabiao is too complicated, and the students in Class [-] have never thought of drawing it. Now that Jiang Yi has brought it up, they are a little bit unconvinced.

Some of these art students have learned to draw since they were young, and some have learned art after weighing it because of poor grades.But they are art students anyway, they will brag about their art skills to the outside world.

Now a person from the bottom of the grade stood up and said that he wanted to draw something they had never considered. They couldn't hold back their face, so naturally they couldn't help but sneer.

"You can really blow it, and you can return the Huabiao, don't just draw a column."

"I want to run before I even learned how to walk. Is it a dream?"

"Even if you can draw, it's too late. There are still two days until the evaluation."

"Can you draw it without learning anything? Don't discredit Huabiao."

Those people were chattering, the hallway was noisy, and the class bell rang, but they couldn't stop them.

Jiang Yi was already tired of hearing it, and his fingertips were digging inward on the door frame, which turned slightly white.

He was too lazy to argue with those people, he wanted to beat them up.

Shao Yang leaned aside and listened for a while, then picked out his ears, and said slowly after the bell rang: "First, Jiang Yi can walk and run, so don't bother you; secondly, if it's too late, it's our class It’s not up to you to talk about it; thirdly, if Jiang Yi draws it, every word you just said will be slapped in the face...Aren’t you afraid that your face will hurt?”

Shao Yang's voice was not loud, and he spoke in an unhurried manner, but it was enough for those around the back door to hear him. When those people quieted down and listened to him, Shao Yang said coolly again: "Furthermore, our class It's time for class."

Those students in Class [-] wanted to say something, but they couldn't find anything to refute. Anyone who looked into Class [-] classroom could see that more than half of the students in Class [-] were looking at this side, their eyes were bright and their eyes were bright. full of hostility - they're going to class

, nothing can affect their learning at this stage.

Liao Miqing, who had been leaning behind without speaking, stood up straight: "Go back."

The tenth class students who were finding fault were a little unwilling, but Liao Miqing, who had drawn the bamboo board newspaper before, spoke up. They thought that Liao Miqing was causing trouble here in the name of fighting against injustice, so it was too much of a nosy.

They were not making fun of themselves, and left the door of a class in twos and threes.

Liao Miqing waited until the students in his class were almost gone before he stepped up to follow. Before he left, he gave Jiang Yi a light look. He couldn't tell what it meant, but he seemed to be looking forward to Jiang Yi's painting.

Jiang Yi hooked his lower lip unconsciously, and watched Liao Miqing's figure disappear at the top of the stairs. He realized that he was actually smiling—he and Liao Miqing were the same kind of people, and both were obsessed with what they liked.

After all the people in class ten had left, Jiang Yi was about to go back to the classroom, and when he turned around, he met Shao Yang's gaze.

Jiang Yi's face was imprinted in Shao Yang's pupils. Because of the close distance, Jiang Yi could see the details of his facial features and the curvature of his lips clearly from Shao Yang's eyes.

The light in Shao Yang's eyes flickered slightly, some emotion was about to surge up, but Shao Yang quickly hid it, turned his head away and didn't look at Jiang Yi again.

Jiang Yi was taken aback.

Zhang Yingjun had already returned to the classroom, saw Jiang Yi still standing at the door, and said, "Go back to your seat for class, Jiang Yi, why are you still standing there?"

Jiang Yi pursed his lips and sat back in his seat.

After Jiang Yi said those words to Shao Yang last night, the two of them never spoke a word.Shao Yang slept in the first class in the morning until now, except for helping Jiang Yi to speak just now, he didn't even look at Jiang Yi at other times.

Even Marco Po could see that the two were abnormal, so he secretly asked Xia Xiaolu, but Xia Xiaolu couldn't tell why, only that it was just like that when they came back after the board reported yesterday that the two had gone out.

If Shao Yang didn't come to look for Jiang Yi, Jiang Yi couldn't take the initiative, so the two of them just froze.

Jiang Yi originally thought it was good for Shao Yang to ignore him, and he could gradually fade out of Shao Yang's sight and become the background board.

But Shao Yang spoke for him just now, expressing Jiang Yi's thoughts clearly and clearly, and he even felt that Shao Yang helped him speak very well.

Counting the previous two times, this is the third time Shao Yang has helped him, and he should be grateful.

And what he said to Shao Yang in the toilet last night was really serious now, he should apologize.

On the podium, Zhang Yingjun talked about a big question that extended to countless similar question types. He wrote a blackboard full of the problem-solving thinking of these question types, and he was very emotional.

Taking advantage of Zhang Yingjun turning his back, Jiang Yi threw a ball of paper to the right.

The ball of paper hit the back of Shao Yang's head, slipped from Shao Yang's hair, and fell on the table.

Shao Yang's head squirmed, and he raised his head from the crook of his arm, not very happy. He squinted his eyes and looked around at the people around him. When he saw Jiang Yi, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look again. get down.

Jiang Yi rubbed another ball of paper and threw it over, hitting Shao Yang on the back of the head.

This time when Shao Yang raised his head, there was a hint of impatience between his brows and eyes, and after an inaudible "tsk", he said lazily, "Who is it?"

He didn't deliberately control the volume, it just so happened that Zhang Yingjun's voice was also very loud, only a small group of people heard Shao Yang talking.

The people around quickly took a look here, and then turned back to continue listening to the class.

"Hush——Shao ​​Yang, it's on your table." Marco Bobby reminded with a silent gesture.

Marcobo was absent-minded in class, and his attention was always behind him. He naturally saw the whole process of Jiang Yi throwing paper balls on Shao Yang's desk.

Shao Yang finally noticed the two balls of paper covered by his arms, and took a look at them.

One of them said "thank you" and the other said "sorry".

There are five characters in total, all written crookedly, as if written by a primary school student, and you can tell who wrote it at a glance.

Shao Yang raised his eyes, this time looking at Jiang Yi really.

The eyes of the two met.

Jiang Yi curled his fingers slightly and squeezed his cuffs tightly.He was waiting for Shao Yang's answer, but he was so nervous that his hands were sweating.

A few seconds later, Shao Yang's tense face relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and he replied with the shape of his mouth: "It's okay."

Jiang Yi nodded slightly, covered his mouth with his fist and pretended to cough, and turned his head away.He seldom quarreled with others, and he never relied on his mouth for things that could be resolved with his fists.

This was the first time he had a cold war with someone, and the few seconds he had just waited for a reply were too long for him, and the gradually rising temperature near his ears made him uneasy.

Fortunately, Shao Yang seemed to forgive him.

Shao Yang has been thinking about Jiang Yi since last night, but he couldn't bear to bow his head when he came here in the morning, and has been dragging on until now.

After he saw Jiang Yi's smile on Liao Miqing, a mixture of irritability and urgency arose in his heart for no reason, which made him feel that something was about to slip through his fingers, and he grabbed it. not coming back.

He felt that this was abnormal, and he didn't want to face it. He tried his best to suppress that emotion, turned his back on the culprit and began to pretend to be asleep.

However, all the pretense fell apart when Shao Yang saw the two balls of paper thrown by Jiang Yi, and he couldn't help smiling at Jiang Yi.

He watched Jiang Yi turn his head away from him in embarrassment, and when he showed his pink and tender ears, he almost fell, leaving only one thought in his mind.

Fucking restraint, he just wants to pop those pink earlobes!