Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"Hello, tutor. I'm Boyce. I'm sorry I'm late." When Liang Hanqing rushed to studio A-3 out of breath, there were already many people sitting inside, and his tutor was standing on the podium He was talking about something, he calmed down his heart beating violently due to running, and said apologetically.

His mentor is an old man over sixty years old. His gray hair is neatly combed, and the wrinkles on his face make him look a bit mean. He glanced at Liang Hanqing and said, "I hope Mr. Liang will not be late again next time, okay?" Yes, you can come in." After finishing speaking, his eyes did not stay on Liang Hanqing's body, and he continued to talk about the topic that was just interrupted.

Liang Hanqing entered the studio in embarrassment, found a corner with few people, picked up a chair and sat down.

"Boys and girls, through the explanation just now, I have explained clearly what you are going to do in San Fe, so next..."

Liang Hanqing couldn't lift his eyelids, but he tried his best to widen his eyes, pinched his wrists, and tried to wake up, but these were useless efforts. He didn't sleep well in the past two days, and the tutor's slow-talking French Hypnotized, soon his head was about to fall asleep bit by bit.

"Mr. Liang, I don't want you to fall into a dream next time listening to my speech. Isn't what I said boring?" Just when Liang Hanqing's eyes were about to close together, the instructor's voice raised.

Liang Hanqing woke up in a jerk, and found that all the students were looking at him with different expressions, but most of them were disdainful or just ignored.

Liang Hanqing stood up abruptly, his face flushed red, he didn't know how he could have fallen asleep just now, this... Sigh.

Looking at the tutor's disapproving eyes, Liang Hanqing hesitated for a moment, and finally explained: "I'm sorry, tutor, last night I prepared the work for the January test, and I prepared it very late..."

The tutor interrupted Liang Hanqing's explanation, his eyes were full of disdain, and the mean wrinkles were tightly knit together because of his expression. He said angrily: "Don't give me any explanation! You are late for class on the first day, Still falling asleep in class, these are enough for you to get a punishment, dear Mr. Liang!"

Liang Hanqing's face turned pale, she lowered her head and didn't make any excuses anymore.

"I hope that next time, no one will do anything like a pig in my class like Mr. Liang!" The instructor's words were quite merciless, and several students covered their mouths and laughed. But most of them watched the farce calmly, with impatience on their faces.

Liang Hanqing bit her lip and stared at the upper of the shoe. It wasn't that he didn't feel these words, but because he had heard more vicious words than this in his previous life, he could only choose to keep silent now.

"Okay then, please sit down, Mr. Liang. I really don't want you to fall asleep again. I won't waste any more time. Do you all remember what I just said?" the tutor asked loudly.

All kinds of answers said that I remembered it, but Liang Hanqing was a little embarrassed and didn't say anything. He didn't listen to anything just now.

Frowning fiercely, Liang Hanqing hated himself very much, being stupidly weak and incompetent, just like his previous life.But he couldn't ask again, because that would make him lose the lining too.So he could only watch others being busy, while he stood still with his hands and feet stiff and doing nothing.

He stood where he was, everyone was in order, as if they hadn't seen him, they walked around him and were busy.

"Bang—" The people who were originally closed were kicked away from the outside with a loud noise, and everyone looked up. The instructor stared at the door with a livid face, but he didn't go forward to scold.

A tall man with ordinary clothes came in, looked around, paused on the mentor for a while, and then walked towards the corner.

Liang Hanqing was also startled by the loud noise and looked up. Seeing the tall man walking towards him, she was already standing there in a daze.

The man walked straight behind Liang Hanqing, there was a bang and bang, and then he came back with several easels.

When passing by Liang Hanqing, the man paused, his unruly eyes looked up and down Liang Hanqing.

Liang Hanqing was also staring at the man at a loss. He looked at the man's face, but found that the man was actually an oriental. Liang Hanqing widened his dark eyes and looked at the man's tall body, in disbelief.

After the man looked at Liang Hanqing, he smiled lightly, as if the clouds in the sky suddenly parted and the sunny sun shone down.

The man glanced at the mean mentor who dared to be angry and dare not speak up on the stage, and said: "Boy, you must have been put on by that old man."

He spoke Chinese!

Liang Hanqing was a little excited. He knew that there were not many Chinese people in San Fele, and he had never had the chance to meet them. He never expected to meet them today.

He said, "Are you Chinese?"

He speaks his mother tongue.

The man raised his eyebrows, a deep ruffian smell spread, and he said, "Of course, is it possible that a burly man like me is a stick or an islander?"

He continued: "Why are you assigned to Class 3? This is where those young masters and ladies, who are extremely arrogant, go to class. You must have gone to the wrong place."

Liang Hanqing frowned, looked at her instructor, and said softly, "I did not go wrong, I am in studio A-3."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled, and said to himself, "Someone probably did something wrong with good intentions."

"My name is Zhong Xuan, from Shandong, and I'm also a freshman this year. I forgot to mention." At the end of the introduction, Zhong Xuan raised his chin and said, "The old man is actually of yellow race. If you want, I can help you change classes." ,How about it?"

Liang Hanqing was stunned for a moment, looked at the mean mentor, then at the burly Zhong Xuan, smiled suddenly, and said, "Of course I hope to be with my fellow villagers. When can I transfer?"

Zhong Xuan blinked, with a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It can be done now."

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When Liang Hanqing stood in the A-1 studio full of Asians, she was still in a daze.

Zhong Xuan just talked to his mean mentor, oh no, now his mentor has changed, and after talking to that mean teacher, he dragged him here.

There are not as many people here as Studio A-3, nor as big as Studio 3, but they are all Asians, with yellow skin and dark eyes that make you want to cry.There are a total of nineteen people in the studio, including Liang Hanqing, a total of eight are Chinese.

As soon as Zhong Xuan led him in, several other compatriots immediately came over to hug him.

Liang Hanqing felt very moved. He is in a foreign country. Although he has Adonis and Nelson, they are not from the same country after all. Seeing so many compatriots now, Liang Hanqing has a deep sense of belonging to A-1 Studio.