Open the door and send warmth to the community!

Throwing down the stunned person in the corridor, Bai Miao turned around and walked into the classroom Shi Shiran.

Several class committee members in charge of registration in the classroom didn't know what happened, looked out strangely, and handed the form to Bai Miao.

After explaining how to fill in the form, the class committee looked at Bai Miao who was filling in the form with his head bowed, and added: "If there is no employment unit, fill in the previous internship unit."

Bai Miao quickly finished filling it out and pushed the form back.

"Go there to get your graduation certificate and degree certificate. If you want to suspend employment, go to... what? Neighborhood committee?"

The class committee checked the form and immediately widened his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, several class committee members who had been secretly paying attention to this side turned their heads in an instant.

Bai Miao, who had already got up, turned her head lazily: "Is there a problem?"

The class committee asked in embarrassment: "You...how did you go to the neighborhood committee to work?"

"Why, look down on grassroots workers?"

The class committee member looked strange, shook his head and said nothing, his eyes were filled with pity and regret.

Bai Miao didn't bother to care what they were thinking, turned around and went to get the graduation certificate.

"Wait, show me."

A female voice came from behind Bai Miao. She took the form from the class committee and looked down carefully.

Without looking back, Bai Miao took the certificate and the certificate case, and stuffed the certificate into the case casually.

As soon as he went out, he ran into Zhang Yu who came to receive his diploma.

In the corridor, countless pairs of eyes were instantly fixed on them.

Zhang Yu's face was obviously a little dark.

The group of people who were stopped by Bai Miao before surrounded Zhang Yu and stared at Bai Miao as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Wen Congquan straightened up, looking at his expression as if he was ready to rush up to fight at any time.

The boys watching around also became nervous, their eyes turned between the two, ready to fight at any time.

Bai Miao lifted her eyelids, and her eyes swept over calmly.

Then he lowered his eyes as if he didn't see anything, and walked up the stairs while arranging his graduation certificates.

Zhang Yu's face turned black and purple in an instant, and the fists beside him couldn't help but clenched tightly.

Bai Miao gradually approached.

The hearts of the onlookers rose to their throats.

When the two approached, Zhang Yu finally endured and turned his eyes away.

Bai Miao didn't give Zhang Yu a look, and passed him plainly.

Nothing happened.

The people in the corridor didn't know whether they were disappointed or thankful, and they all let out a sigh of relief.

The person in the classroom was Wen Congquan, but Wen Congquan didn't move, still staring at Zhang Yu and his party.

Bai Miao patted Wen Congquan's arm: "Hurry up, I have to go back to sleep."

Wen Congquan entered the classroom, and the corridor returned to an eerie calm.

However, the calm was quickly broken by a group of school girls running up.

This group of school girls seemed to have just finished class, and they gathered at the corner of the corridor with painting tubes on their backs and painting tools, and they couldn't stop looking at Bai Miao and Zhang Yu.

As two influential figures in the Academy of Fine Arts of Yu Wu University, wherever one of them goes, everyone's attention will be focused on.

What's more, two appeared at the same time.

Soon, several school girls came forward pushing and shoving.

The long-haired girl in the lead tightly clenched the tape of the painting tube, and said in a low voice, "Well, Senior Zhang Yu..."

Zhang Yu was feeling irritable, and absent-mindedly replied: "What's the matter?"

"Congratulations senior for entering Songshan Academy of Painting." The long-haired girl blushed.

"Thank you." Zhang Yu said perfunctorily.

The long-haired girl was a little at a loss, and suddenly remembered something, took off the painting tube on her shoulder, and pulled out a piece of paper from it.

"By the way, senior, I saw your Bi She when I was decorating the venue last time. The painting is better than anyone else's, especially the composition is really exquisite. I think that Bi She is the most powerful among so many paintings of the senior. Yes, much better than some people who plagiarize with a shy face."

Bai Miao opened his eyes.

Although his ears were full of boasting, Zhang Yu only felt more irritable.

The long-haired girl looked at Bai Miao who was leaning against the wall with disdain, and unfolded the drawing paper in her hand.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the senior's painting after the graduation exhibition, so I copied a senior's graduation study composition... Can the senior explain the composition idea?"

Zhang Yu looked at the familiar paintings unfolding in front of him, and his inner irritability reached its peak.

"Composition composition, is there nothing else but composition?!"

The long-haired girl trembled in fright and looked at Zhang Yu in horror.

Zhang Yu came to his senses and wiped his face, "Sorry, I..."

"let me see?"

A hand suddenly stretched out diagonally from behind Zhang Yu and pulled the drawing paper away.

"Oh, what are you doing..."

The long-haired girl looked at the owner of the hand, subconsciously fell silent, her face turned slightly pale.

Bai Miao drooped her eyelids and looked at the painting in her hands.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. Under a flourishing peach blossom tree, a girl in a red dress raises her hand to support a peach blossom branch. Looking slightly sideways, she smiles brightly.

"I'm not very good at drawing, and the image doesn't look like it. As for the composition and layout, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn the most essential things, and it's best not to learn it." He was speaking to the long-haired girl, but his eyes seemed to be He glanced at Zhang Yu with a smile that wasn't a smile,

Zhang Yu's face darkened instantly, and his chest heaved violently a few times.

"What do you mean, plagiarists are still so arrogant!"

A sharp female voice pierced the air.

The onlookers in the entire corridor seemed to be strangled in an instant, not daring to breathe.

Bai Miao's gaze moved away from Zhang Yu's face and landed on the long-haired girl.

The long-haired girl's face flushed, her fists clenched, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

However, she raised her face high and met Bai Miao's gaze as if unwilling to admit defeat.

"Plagiarist," Bai Miao stared at her, "Me?"

"You still have the face to say?"

The long-haired girl took a breath and said sharply: "We all saw it when we set up the final competition. Your Bi She and Senior Zhang Yu's are almost the same template! You pretended to be [-] to [-]. In fact, you are a plagiarist. His face has long been completely exposed in front of Zhang Guoshi and the others..."

"What the fuck did you say?!"

Wen Congquan rushed out of the classroom with his diploma in hand, looking as if he wanted to give her the cover of the diploma.

The long-haired girl trembled in fright, and yelled even louder with her neck stuck: "Am I wrong? No matter how talented a person without virtue is, so what? It's still contemptible! Thanks to you, Bai Miao, you are still called Yuwu No. [-] in the Academy of Fine Arts, you deserve to be unable to enter the Songshan Academy of Fine Arts, you are not worthy to be compared with Senior Zhang Yu, nor worthy to be a graduate of our Yu Wu Academy of Fine Arts!"

Wen Congquan pointed at the long-haired girl and scolded: "Who will use your face to convict Bai Miao of plagiarism? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

"If it wasn't for being found to have plagiarized bad deeds, why would your plagiarized Bi Shi be replaced?" the long-haired girl didn't even look at Wen Congquan, and said sharply.

Wen Congquan suffocated, and suddenly fell silent.

The long-haired girl's chest was heaving, her eyes were full of joy and provocation, she stared at Bai Miao.

"People like you should have been persuaded by Yu Wu University long ago. Now you actually do something like plagiarism. People like you are really selfish and unscrupulous. You have violated the rights and interests of senior Zhang Yu and discredited Zhang Yu. The signboard of Yuwu Academy of Fine Arts..."

The long-haired girl held her chest up, speaking every word loudly, becoming more passionate as she spoke, like a fighter who defies power.

"My kind?"

Bai Miao looked down at her and suddenly smiled.

He raised his hand towards the long-haired girl.

The long-haired girl's face turned pale, and she shrank subconsciously, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes to avoid it.

Zhang Yu: "Bai Miao! Don't..."

"His-"

Zhang Yu's words got stuck in his throat, and the male students who were about to rush up to stop Bai Miao froze in place.

The long-haired girl opened her eyes blankly, and saw that the painting she copied so hard had been cut into two halves in Bai Miao's hands.

With a calm expression, Bai Miao stacked the two pieces of drawing paper that had been torn in half, and exerted force back and forth with his hands.

There was another "hiss", and the two halves of the drawing paper were torn into four pieces.

Bai Miao said while tearing up, "Didn't you ask why you didn't see his graduation show? I can tell you."

Zhang Yu's face changed suddenly, and he said sharply, "Bai Miao!"

Bai Miao shook the drawing paper that had been torn into pieces, and threw it at the long-haired girl.

"Because that Bi She, like this one, was torn into shreds."