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Shredded paper smashed the long-haired girl's head and face one after another.

The long-haired girl was stunned, her face gradually turning red and purple from pale.

Anger and shame pinned her in place, her eyes watering and she couldn't move.

"Have you had enough?!"

Zhang Yu's cheek muscles twitched, and he grabbed Bai Miao's arm vigorously, trying to pull him away.

With a backhand twist, Bai Miao broke free from Zhang Yu's hand.

He stared at Zhang Yu with a half-smile, and said, "It was your senior Zhang Yu who tore it up with his own hands."

There was a thunderclap on the ground.

Everyone present didn't know that Zhang Yu's Bi She had been torn apart by him, and looked at Zhang Yu and Bai Miao in shock.

"What are you arguing about?"

A woman in a skirt came out of the classroom in a hurry.

She had faintly heard what they said before, and now she looked at the long-haired girl and frowned and said, "What is plagiarism? Our professor didn't judge Bai Miao's plagiarism. How can you pour dirty water on people at will based on your own deduction?" ?”

Tears flowed from the long-haired girl's eyes, she covered her face and turned and ran away.

People in the corridor respectfully called Professor Xu, the skirt woman.

Bai Miao glanced at her indifferently, then turned around and left.

"Bai Miao, wait!"

Walking down the corner of the stairs, Zhang Yu rushed down in two steps in three steps and stopped in front of Bai Miao.

Bai Miao raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept across Zhang Yu's face if he had any substance: "Young Master Zhang, don't run so fast, I think your fate is gray recently, although Wen Qu entered the Migration Palace, it is just a virtual image, looking bleak There is no light, and it is crumbling. As the saying goes, the heights are extremely cold, the stolen blessings are extremely vain, and there is no solid support under your feet... I think you are in danger of falling from a high place recently, so be careful not to roll down the stairs."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Yu, who was so angry that his face turned red and purple, continued to walk downstairs.

"I tore up the painting as you said, what do you want?!"

Bai Miao stopped in her tracks and looked at Zhang Yu in surprise.

"I even asked you to let Teacher Zhang forgive me even after graduation. What can I do?"

Are you fucking begging for help?

Zhang Yu endured the swearing, stepped forward a few steps, stared at Bai Miao and said, "Don't you want to enter the Songshan Academy of Painting? Give me the evidence, and I can ask my grandpa..."

Bai Miao was not interested in this, "You can get in if you say it? It's not that easy, you only got my quota to enter Songshan Academy of Painting."

Tensions stretched out on Zhang Yu's forehead, and his eyes were dark, "Do you think this is a discussion with you?"

Bai Miao suddenly realized: "It turns out that Young Master Zhang didn't come to talk to me about your plagiarism..."

"enough!"

Zhang Yu quickly interrupted Bai Miao, "Will you give it or not?"

Bai Miao twitched her mouth and raised her hand.

Zhang Yu looked at his hands and took a step back subconsciously.

But Bai Miao just adjusted his collar.

He said: "Want evidence? That's fine. Let me go to the Songshan Academy of Painting first."

Zhang Yu's face twitched.

His face turned red and pale, he didn't expect to be frightened by Bai Miao so easily.

But to be honest, he was really afraid of Bai Miao's sudden violent attack.

The painter's hands are all important places to protect, but Bai Miao is not.

In Yuwu University, as famous as his paintings are his fists.

Zhang Yu had the honor to witness the most exaggerated two times.

One time, Bai Miao dragged a boy with a bruised nose and a swollen face by the collar, dragging him out of a small forest.

He explained that the boy had fallen and he helped take him to the infirmary.

The school actually believed this nonsense.

The other time was even more ruthless. The crowd threw a punch in the face, directly hitting the person on the ground.

Bai Miao received a warning for this, but because of the professor's preference, the punishment was quickly wiped out.

Wen Congquan chased him from upstairs.

After all, Zhang Yu didn't dare to push Bai Miao too hard in person, his hands were not used to confront this lunatic head-on.

He stared at Bai Miao for a long time, until Wen Congquan was about to approach, he said: "You wait."

Wen Congquan glanced at Zhang Yu's back, and asked in a low voice, "How is it? Did you get out of the way?"

Bai Miao took out her mobile phone and pressed the pause recording button, put away her mobile phone and looked in the direction Zhang Yu was leaving with a blank expression.

"He's getting suspicious."

"What..." Wen Congquan was startled suddenly: "He found out that you were blowing him up?"

Bai Miao was very calm about this: "After all, we don't have real evidence in our hands."

"Fuck." Wen Congquan scolded: "This grandson is too cautious."

"Forget it, I didn't expect to record anything."

Bai Miao yawned and continued to walk downstairs.

Wen Congquan kept up with him.

Bai Miao's eyelids drooped sleepily again, and his mood was not very good, making his expression not very friendly.

"Say something."

Wen Congquan opened his mouth, and said, "Well, there is a professor at Songshan Academy of Painting who wants to recruit an assistant. If you go, it is basically a certainty..."

Bai Miao didn't even lift her eyelids: "No."

Wen Congquan's eyes widened: "God stick, that's the professor of Songshan Academy of Painting, you..."

Bai Miao didn't wait for Wen Congquan to finish, just glanced at him: "Professor Xu told you?"

Wen Congquan laughed dryly.

Bai Miao: "Tell her that you don't have to waste your time in vain. I don't have time to satisfy her guilt and compensation psychology."

Wen Congquan fell silent.

Bai Miao took two steps and sighed: "I don't blame you."

Wen Congquan's face turned red, "Then why would you rather squat in a broken neighborhood committee than come to my company?"

Bai Miao glanced at Wen Congquan: "Your company can give me a start of [-] a month, tens of thousands of performance, and the leader is still rushing to give me paid leave?"

"what?"

Wen Congquan was stunned, and blurted out: "The salary of those neighborhood committees is only three or four thousand? You can't be in a pyramid scheme?"

Bai Miao glanced at him lightly: "What do you think?"

Wen Congquan: "..."

Wen Congquan still couldn't believe it, but he thought about it again, who could really deceive this magic stick.

Except for the matter of Bi She, he has never seen Bai Miao suffer.

After making jokes like this, Wen Congquan's heart was not so blocked.

He scratched his hair angrily, and said: "It was too urgent at that time. The person surnamed Zhang came to be the team leader of Bi She, and he would definitely protect the grandson. I didn't think too much about it. I just wanted to quickly withdraw and take shelter from the wind." I didn't expect that everyone would misunderstand you, and you almost failed to graduate..."

Bai Miao yawned sleepily again: "What's the matter, if you didn't replace it for me, the matter would really be irreparable."

Wen Congquan was still a little depressed.

He added: "Professor Xu told me that the professor's status is not low, and you still have a chance to enter the Songshan Academy of Painting through him. You really don't think about it?"

"Okay, don't help her talk anymore."

Bai Miao was annoyed.

"Let me ask you, who told you that my Bi She collided with Zhang Yu's?"

Wen Congquan was taken aback for a moment, then stood there dumbfounded.

It was inevitable that Wen Congquan, a fourth-year graduate, would not be able to arrange the grading site for the completion of the project. At that time, the professors in the department were the only students who were arrested.

At that time, it was indeed Professor Xu who hurried to find him and asked him to help find another work by Bai Miao to replace.

"I... Fuck!!!"

Wen Congquan's hair almost stood on end.

He had ten thousand swear words in his heart, and he was about to explode into heaven.

Wen Congquan never doubted Professor Xu.

During the four years of college, Professor Xu almost took care of Bai Miao as his disciple. She also recommended Bai Miao to participate in the art exhibition where Bai Miao successfully sold his paintings.

Wen Congquan's eyes turned red with anger and kept bursting out, but Bai Miao remained calm and let Wen Congquan scold her.

Wen Congquan finished cursing, and asked him with red eyes: "Are you really willing?"

Are you willing?

Bai Miao squinted her eyes and looked up at the blue sky, but Shuo Chen's pale golden eyes flashed in her mind.

He chuckled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter, where you make money is not making money. It's pretty good now, and I can't find a better one with my current conditions."

Wen Congquan slowly came over, he took two quick steps and asked Bai Miao: "Did you count your fingers and calculate that you would meet your current fairy-like position, so you pushed me here..."

Bai Miao resisted the urge to roll her eyes: "Shut up, you."

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and another "click".

Both Bai Miao and Bai Miao in the corridor turned their heads at the same time, and saw a thin and small girl fall on the metal box against the wall, and slowly slid on the ground with her body arched.