Dedicated to the silly little white artist

45

At noon, Xuan Mingming and Guo Xiaopang didn't know what kind of madness they had committed, so they insisted on going to dinner with Zheng He.

Zheng He couldn't speak well, so he finally turned to Mr. Bai in the alley alone with an iron fist.

The last class this morning is physical education. The students slipped out to eat after running exercises. When Mr. Bai saw Zheng He coming here to look for him, he looked unpredictable. After a while, he opened the door and handed over a bottle of water with a smile: " Are you tired from class?"

"It's okay." Zheng He shook his collar to fan the wind, he felt a little uncomfortable from the heat.

"Why are you sweating so much?" Mr. Bai asked.

"The last class is physical education." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai nodded. The driver in front chose a cold food shop at random. Mr. Bai said, "Then let's eat something cold today."

"Well, don't worry about me, you can eat whatever you want." Zheng He said.

Abei couldn't understand the mystery in the two people's words, and he still interrupted with a smile on the side: "Zheng He, why don't you care whether Mr. Bai is tired from work this morning?"

Zheng He smiled, and said half-answered: "I'll go straight back after school today, you can just ask the driver to come. Don't be tired because you have so many things to do every day."

"Okay." Mr. Bai didn't explain much until Zheng He compromised, and said: "Remember to call me if you have anything to do."

"Don't worry." Zheng He said, "My cell phone has been kept well."

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No matter how different the minds of the two are, they have done a very good job anyway.

Zheng He knew that he couldn't escape, so he let go of his stomach at the dinner table and ate Hesai. Mr. Bai also appreciated Zheng He's self-knowledge, and said after eating: "I have something to tell you."

"What." Zheng He wiped his mouth.

"I'm planning to buy an entertainment company, so come and study." Mr. Bai said again: "After you've learned it, you can choose the script as you like. I will definitely praise you and make you famous."

Zheng He frowned and said, "I still want to go to school." Just now Mr. Bai said 'tell' instead of 'ask', Zheng He was a little unhappy.

"Don't you like this choice?" Mr. Bai asked.

"It's not that I don't like it, but I just want to go to school now, and I have many other dreams. Being an artist is not in my thinking." He said.

"But it's written that way in the book." Mr. Bai said, "Do you need me to show you?"

"But that's the future!" Zheng He said, "Don't you have to rely on me for whatever you do in the future? Don't you think it's unfair?!"

Mr. Bai was a little surprised. He thought Zheng He would be very happy. After all, Zheng He knew him in the book because he wanted to be famous.

It seems that people really do change.

He said: "Forget it, I didn't think well. Since you want to continue to study, then go to school. I will reserve this spot for you first. When do you want to become an artist, just tell me. That's okay." Can?"

"Okay." Mr. Bai has already lowered his stance, and Zheng He doesn't want to be aggressive, and his strength is very different. He can accept even that kind of thing, and it's not bad for such a trivial matter. He thought for a while and said: "Sorry, it's not that I don't like the choice you gave me, but I don't want to be an artist yet."

"I know." Mr. Bai smiled and said, "Eat some more, I opened a room upstairs, and I will go in and rest later." His fingertips moved slowly on the back of Zheng He's hand.

Zheng He suddenly felt that he might have to live this kind of feeding-eating-feeding-eating life in the future.

47

Zheng He lay on the big bed in the hotel with a backache and backache, watching Mr. Bai come out of the shower refreshed, and deeply regretted that he didn't bring the two super light bulbs Guo Xiaopang and Xuan Mingming with him. come over.

Depend on!

Your uncle's Bai En, I didn't even let me stop during my lunch break.

Zheng He gritted his teeth secretly looking at Mr. Bai's back, picked up the phone to check the time, and sighed deeply, his lunch break just passed.

"Go take a shower." Mr. Bai walked to Zheng He's side and said to him.

"I'm exhausted and I don't want to move." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai picked up a tuft of Zheng He's stupid hair and twisted it around in his hand, and said with a little disgust: "Your body smells like sweat, how dirty it is."

Zheng He looked at him and said word by word: "I could have stopped sweating!"

Mr. Bai didn't take Zheng He's threats seriously at all. He smiled and said, "Sweating can promote the discharge of toxins in your body. You should thank me."

"Thank you, second uncle!" Zheng He walked towards the shower room with trembling short legs after scolding.

Mr. Bai went to help him, but Zheng He slapped his hands away. Mr. Bai obediently clasped Zheng He's restless little paws with one hand, and clasped Zheng He's waist with the other to prevent him from falling down. .

"I can walk by myself," Zheng He said.

"I'll support you, be careful if you fall." Mr. Bai said, "It's a little slippery in the shower room."

Zheng He thought to himself that his sore back was because of you anyway, so he let himself lean on him and move slowly without any defense in his heart.

To be honest, Zheng He is still too young. For a scum like Bai En, he needs to use the cold of ice and snow to suppress the accumulated lust from the virgin in his mind for more than 20 years. Therefore, in the shower, Zheng He Back pain and leg cramps again.

48

Amid Mr. Bai's reluctance and Zheng He's look of disgust, Zheng He finally returned to school.

Guo Xiaopang didn't know what he ate at noon, his face was flushed like a sumo wrestler, when he saw Zheng He, he slapped Zheng He on the back, and said, "Zheng Xiaohe, have you had lunch yet? Why are you so pale and thin?"

Zheng He glanced at his complexion and that of Guo Xiaopang, secretly swallowed "almost exhausted" into his stomach, and said, "Why do you come back so early today, there are still more than 20 minutes before class Well, you didn't play basketball with Xuan Mingming?"

"What's the fun in that?" Xuan Mingming threw himself on Zheng He's back and said, "Zheng He, I want to tell you good news and bad news, which one do you want to listen to?"

"Good news." Zheng He replied quickly.

Xuan Mingming said, "Okay, then let me tell you the bad news first."

Zheng He:"……"

Guo Xiaopang rushed to say when Xuan Mingming was about to announce the answer: "Our class has changed the head teacher, and this head teacher is still a man!"

Xuan Mingming kicked Guo Xiaopang hard: "Pang, you are not mean enough! I said it when I agreed!"

Zheng He suddenly realized that his IQ, which was below the level of normal people, was probably lowered by these two bastards.

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The new teacher is very young, and with gold-rimmed glasses, he looks like a gentle scum.

I don't know if it was influenced by Mr. Bai. When Zheng He saw him, he felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience. He couldn't tell what it was like, but it was not very comfortable anyway.

The teacher's surname is Sun. He has just entered the society for a few years. He is with a group of students. Unlike teachers and students, he is more like the bully brother next door who is twice as strong as himself. , the boys secretly cast aside.

"Cut, it's just a little boy, I really don't know why those girls are so happy." Guo Xiaopang said to Zheng He in a low voice.

Zheng He clearly saw Teacher Sun's eyes sweeping over Guo Xiaopang, and when he looked at Zheng He, he smiled and nodded.

Zheng He was frightened all of a sudden, he covered Guo Xiaopang's mouth, and said, "Don't say such things."

Guo Xiaopang looked at Zheng He strangely, and said again: "Ah, that, I bought a new video game console, will you come to my house to play?"

Guo Xiaopang's father never treated Guo Xiaopang's amateur game life harshly, Zheng He and Xuan Mingming used to come to his house to play, Zheng He thought of Mr. Bai who only made his teeth sore, and said: "Okay... right? I'm going to call after school and ask."

Guo Xiaopang said: "Hey, when did your family care about life? Good thing, keep going, Zheng He."

Zheng He said: "The people who are concerned now are not the ones in the past. They have changed."

Xuan Mingming also thought that teacher was not pleasing to the eye, he himself belonged to the category of the little boy, and even the lover of his dreams was the number one female sports student in the school with two muscles when he raised his arm. Fatty asked Zheng He to go to his house to play, and hurriedly said: "Hey, Xiaopang, are you serious enough? If you let Zheng He go, you won't let me go. I want to play too!"

Guo Xiaopang said disgustedly: "I will break whatever you play, I won't let you touch my new game console, and it can only be played by two people, what are you doing there? Drink juice?"

"Okay," Xuan Mingming said cheekily, "I'll be next to you, blowing the cool breeze, drinking fruit juice, watching you two fight back and forth, what a beautiful life."

"I don't want you." Guo Xiaopang said.

"Don't abandon me, fat brother, Guo brother, handsome handsome guy, take me, please!" Xuan Mingming put his arms on Guo Xiaopang's shoulders and dangled, continuing to promote his Unparalleled Erpilian skill.

"Stop, stop, stop! You go on your way, hey, you're going to make me faint, you idiot!" Guo Xiaopang shouted.

Zheng He made up the knife at the side, shook his head and said to Xuan Mingming: "Hey, the new is not as good as the old, Xuan Mingming, you have fallen out of favor."

"No! Brother Guo loves me the most, right? Brother Guo, you can have a sex reassignment operation and be my daughter-in-law." Xuan Mingming said.

Guo Xiaopang sneered, shook his wavy fat body, and said, "You are not afraid that I will crush you to death."

Xuan Mingming glanced at Guo Xiaopang's stomach, and sadly went back to read comics.

Teacher Sun in front of the stage looked at the three boys in the back row who ignored him, and the little girls in front whose eyes were about to burst into red hearts, and felt deeply how miserable his life would be in the future.