The feeling of rebirth is hard to restrain

At the beginning of school, the courses are relatively simple. The teenagers take art appraisal in the morning, riding lessons in the afternoon, and painting, etiquette, swordsmanship and other courses on the second day, which is not easy.

They have learned many of these at home, but the teachers have different abilities. This time they learned systematically and discovered new ideas.

Painting is Williams' weakness. He can draw exactly the same as the teacher's reference picture without changing his face, and he can also draw the description of the fruit on the table. s work.

Williams didn't care. Facing the snickers all around, he was still very calm.

"Hahaha, you're really hopeless!" Porter hugged his stomach, laughing until tears flowed, "Who would have thought that the great William can't even do such a simple painting!"

"It's not that I can't," Williams retorted, "It's that I can't draw well enough."

In fact, he doesn't know what's wrong with his painting, it's exactly the same as the teacher's, isn't it?

Williams raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"You, the teacher introduced it to you, but you copied the picture completely, just like copying, and you will pass the test. If you paint the tree blue like me, you will be very creative!" Potter said triumphantly.

"No, it's too weird." Williams vetoed it in a second.

"Pfft, you don't need to force a real man to have some artistic qualities, and Andy is better at this." Wei Wen said with a smile on the side.

After looking at it for a long time, Williams still felt that his painting was very good, so he was annoyed and covered it with a white cloth: "I don't want to paint anymore, that's it."

Desca made a bitter face: "I think you draw very well..."

His paintings are no different from those of children, and he can't draw normal lines at all.

Descartes pondered: All the brushes are the same, why do others paint so well? !

"You draw cartoons," Williams said, taking a look at his drawings.

"What cartoon?" Desca looked blank.

"Just like you, the drawing is very cute, and children will like it very much." Williams said.

"You might as well call me naive." Desca burst into tears.

"Yeah," Williams joked.

"By the way, William." Vincent bumped his hand: "Your child was bullied yesterday, do you know?"

"My child? Andy?" Williams frowned unconsciously, "Could it be the class..."

"No, but it's resolved. Your child is quite domineering. He beat him into the infirmary. It seems that he can't be treated as a child." Vincent patted him on the shoulder: "I admire him."

"Fighted?" Williams tensed. "Is Andy hurt?"

"...Didn't it mean that the man was sent to the infirmary? Your child is fine." Vincent said helplessly.

"Andy is so skinny, it must be Laika protecting him. Descar, the security of our college is not very good. This can be reflected to the king. Those who come here to study are the children of nobles. It will be bad if something happens." William Stein turned his head sternly.

──But the reality is that your child sent him to the infirmary, my eccentric brother William.

"Yeah, yes, what if I break little Andy?" Descartes was also very worried. He felt that the angel-like child seemed to be easily bullied.

──Eccentric brother No. [-].

Wen Sen heard it from the side and rolled his eyes several times.

According to what he knew, little Andy was safe and sound, and knocked him down as soon as he shot...

Potter laughed a few times: "Oh, please, the younger brothers have to let them grow up. If someone bullies him, if he doesn't resist, as long as he doesn't get beaten to death, he will be given a chance to grow up. I treat my younger brother in the same way. , now the body is very strong!"

Williams swept over coldly: "So Little Dobore hates you."

"Ahem, ahem...I'm doing it for his own good." Potter said awkwardly.

Weiwen shook his head: "They are all part of the family, of course they should be taught a lesson first, and then they will educate their younger brother severely."

Williams curled his lips, thinking that these elder brothers are not very reliable. Raising a younger brother is like raising a pet, not as good as him at all!

──Brother, are you raising a younger brother? Are you raising a lover, dear.

Descar scratched his head stupidly: "Is that so? So my brothers beat me because they wanted me to grow up? I thought they hated me."

"...Your situation is different." Wei Wen said wordlessly, "They really hate you."

"Oh." Desca replied disappointedly. He was also very envious of other people having older brothers and younger brothers. Unlike his family who only had one child, other brothers and sisters would not get close to each other.

Williams turned the topic back to the original direction, and said gently and kindly: "Suggest to the king, the college needs you, dean!"

"Aww! I understand! For the safety of the school!" Deska immediately revived with full blood.

"How can you be so funny!" Potter exclaimed.

"Huh?" Desca touched his face in confusion: "Bean? I grow beans?"

"It's okay, you can go, Chief!" Potter covered his mouth and laughed a few times.

Descar wanted to rush out, but Williams quickly stopped him: "Don't mess around, class is in session now."

"Descartes! Where do you want to go?" The serious old man angrily pushed away the easel in front of him, and strode over: "My class is not for you to come and go whenever you want!"

"...No...No..." Desca said weakly.

"No? Don't you want to leave now?!" The teacher was very angry. He felt that it was hard enough for him to downgrade and teach these little kids, and now he was being challenged to his authority.

"No...no..." Desca stammered.

"Teacher, he has a stomachache and wants to go to the toilet." Williams stood up calmly, supported Deska, and asked with concern: "Don't you have a stomachache? Are you okay now?"

"Pain...pain..." Descar stammered as Williams said.

The painting teacher looked at Deska suspiciously. Seeing his pale face and trembling huge body, he immediately believed it and waved his hand: "Next time you go to the toilet, remember to tell me if you know? Well, you go."

Descartes' eyes moved towards Williams unconsciously.

Williams looked as usual: "Thank you teacher, I will help him there, lest he fall down on the road."

"Let's go." The teacher returned to his podium with slow steps.

Under the drawing board, Potter secretly gave Williams a thumbs up.

Williams calmly helped Deska out, but Deska was really weak and was almost dragged out by Williams.

Deska felt better when he walked to the open space. He wiped off his cold sweat and patted his heart: "Fortunately, fortunately, I was scared to death."

"It's nothing to be afraid of." Williams said softly, leaning against the tree.

"Of course you are not afraid, your grades are good." Desca complained: "I have bad grades, and I came in from the first level, and the teacher doesn't have a good impression of me..."

"Work together," Williams said softly.

Andy's class was learning how to ride while Williams had drawing lessons.

Andy put on the armor, stood with Laika, and listened carefully to the teacher's explanation.

Since he showed his hand in class, not many people would come to provoke him, even if they didn't like him, they would just stay away from him.

Andy has a relatively selfish personality, and he is not willing to get close to this kind of person.

"Are you okay? Can you ride a horse?" Laika asked worriedly, "The academy doesn't use ponies, but strong horses..."

"Yeah, yes, my brother taught me." Andy said with a smile, "I'm very good~"

Laika relaxed a little.

Soon came the students' attempts. Some of them obviously had never ridden a horse. Even though the teacher had taught them, they still made a lot of ugliness. The most serious thing was that they fell off the horse. The teacher went to check immediately. Just some minor scrapes.

When it was Andy's turn, some students around laughed and whispered, "No way, he looks so skinny when he falls off a horse..."

"Don't say that, after all, you are the young master of the Bakasas family." The person next to him immediately stopped him, and gave him a warning wink: "Someone is watching you."

The man snorted and didn't continue talking.

Andy pursed his lips, followed suit with a snort, showing a contemptuous look, and gracefully got on the horse.

He sat upright on the horse, looking like a valiant knight, the hand holding the whip hangs down slightly, the other hand tightly holds the rope, his legs are tightly clamped on the horse's belly, and the strength is very controlled Well, neither make the horse uncomfortable nor let yourself fall off. "

"Can you?" The teacher supported the horse and confirmed seriously: "Are you sitting still? How do you feel? Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, teacher." Andy shook his head and laughed, "I think it's fine, Mary is so good."

Mary was the name of the horse he was sitting on.

"Mary is a good girl." The teacher softened her face, and then took a few steps back. "Okay, now take a few steps forward as I told you."

Andy did as he was told, very calm, and his movements were standard and perfect, making everyone who wanted to see his jokes lose their voices.

"Take a few more steps to the side."

The teacher repeated the instructions in the ground, and only after making sure that Andy could cooperate well with the horses did he give the order: "Now, run!"

Andy cheered, and with a slap of the whip, Mary galloped as he wished.

When Williams approached the racecourse, he saw his child smiling brightly on the horse, and he couldn't help laughing too, leaning against the fence to admire.

Andy quickly spotted him, and with a cry of surprise, he pulled the horse back.

"Brother William!" Andy waved to him with a smile.

At this moment, the sun was shining on him, and Andy, who was carrying the light behind his back, seemed to have really grown a pair of wings.

The author has something to say:

Brother William is the kind of person who, even if a child beats someone up in front of him, he can still touch his little hand blindly, feeling distressed that the child's hand hurts... hhhhhh