On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

"Teacher Shan, 10 cards are really too many, please use less!"

"That's right, Mr. Shan, please reduce it a little for us, otherwise there are so many colors, how can we finish painting?"

"Mr. Shan, if it's less, we promise to review the theory well and give you the first place in the exam."

……

The noisy classroom was suddenly quiet for a few seconds, and then there was overwhelming laughter.

"Pfft...hahahahahaha!"

"First in the exam? Hahahahaha!"

"Freshman oil painting is only in our class. Besides the first place, is there any other ranking?"

"Hey, you shut up!"

A boy clutched his little heart and said with a heartbroken face: "Mr. Shan, please take pity on us, we still have a few other subjects to take!!"

"Yes, Teacher Shan, please please!"

……

The person on the podium was wearing a white shirt, the top button of the collar was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were carefully rolled up to the elbows, revealing a white to transparent arm.

He lowered his head slightly to sort out the drawing, and waited until the booing sound gradually subsided, then he slowly raised his head.

A handsome face, like a perfect face carefully carved by a sculptor, slowly appeared in front of everyone.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, but the cold aura seemed to follow him like a shadow, making people afraid to approach him easily.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and a bright color flashed in his ice-blue pupils, which were as cold as a glacier for thousands of years, as if the veil that covered the clouds and the moon had finally been lifted, revealing a radiant brilliance underneath.

hiss--!

Rao, the students below have been honing their appearance for a year, and they have a certain degree of immunity to their invincible appearance of Teacher Shan, but at the moment when he raised his eyebrows, they were still amazed by his appearance. Take a breath.

There were even shy girls who blushed quietly and lowered their heads not daring to look at the one on the podium. Even though they exuded a cold aura, they were still handsome and handsome, like a person descended from a fairy.

"My God! So handsome!"

"It's as beautiful as a fairy!"

"Admiration, admiration!"

The eyes of the students below were too strong, and Shan Cen realized belatedly——

He forgot to wear his glasses again.

He silently picked up the gold-rimmed glasses at the side and put them on, covering the shock brought by the pair of blue eyes, and the cold aura on his body also dissipated.

Instead, it's polite.

At this moment, everyone thought of a word in their minds in unanimous agreement - Young Master Shi Wushuang.

Shan Cen looked around blankly, opened his lips slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Do you want to draw fewer pictures?"

"Yes, teacher."

A boy with grandma's gray hair quickly raised his hand, "It's fine to reduce two or three sheets." After speaking, he rolled his eyes and added with a smile, "Of course, if the teacher is willing to reduce a few more sheets, we will I don't mind either."

"Yes, Mr. Shan, you have to pity us!"

Immediately afterwards, several people joined in, expressing their desire to reduce the number of cards.

Shan Cen nodded, "Okay."

Everyone was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Teacher Shan."

"Teacher Shan is mighty!"

……

Shan Cen picked up the whiteboard marker, turned around and wrote a line on the whiteboard.

Someone read it out, "Ten pictures of colors, five pictures of sketches, and five pictures of sketches?"

Why doesn't it feel right, Yazi?

"Hey, that's not right!" Grandma Gray Boy suddenly exclaimed, "Aren't there only ten colors?"

Everyone: ! ! ! !

"Teacher Shan, don't bring something like this!"

"Woooooo! It's going to be all night again!!!"

"Teacher, have pity on us!"

……

Shan Cen ignored the wailing below, said something and walked out of the classroom quickly after class was over.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a very faint smile on that perennially cold and expressionless face.

The blue eyes under the lens also shone brightly.

When he went down to the first floor, he thought about it, took out his phone and sent a message.

Half a minute later, a scream broke out in a classroom in No. 2 teaching building.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Teacher Shan is treating guests to dinner! I can draw a few more pictures!"

"you shut up!"

"I want to draw, none of you are allowed to stop me!!!"

"Who is free to stop you, I will stay up all night tonight!" "Add me!"

……

Listening to the "rhetoric words" that came out from time to time, Shan Cen couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, thinking back then...

I don't know what to think of, the blue pupils suddenly dimmed, and the corners of the mouth also returned to the original, and even pulled down a little bit.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was ten past eighteen, enough time for him to go to the supermarket first and then go home to cook.

From time to time, students who had just finished class passed by, and they didn't dare to go up to say hello when they saw Shan Cen passing by in a hurry. It can't match the fairy face value of this 'Flower God'.

A student from another school who came to University A to play with old classmates asked, "Why is it called 'Flower God'?"

"Because the school belle can no longer bear the beauty of Teacher Shan, she can only become a god." The girl looked at Shan Cen's back and sighed, "It's just a pity, the flower god has long been famous, and she got the certificate as soon as she graduated from undergraduate. Stepped into the palace of marriage early."

Someone next to him added, "The subject has already established a firm foothold in the business world. He was the school grass who was as famous as him back then, the God of Grass Lin Lu."

Back then, there was no one in University A, from students to teachers, who didn't know this pair of gods and couples.

It is said that Lin Lu, the God of Grass, fell in love with Shan Cen, God of Flowers at first sight when he just entered school, and then launched a fierce offensive. After a few months, God of Flowers agreed that the two would be inseparable from then on, wishing to fill all corners of University A dog food.

College student A said: "What's more important is that apart from their looks, the two are also outstanding in their respective fields."

A junior started to take over the business of his own company, and the turnover doubled that year. One won awards frequently in his major, and there was an endless stream of people seeking paintings. It is said that he had already been booked by his tutor as a graduate student when he was a freshman. .

"So many senior brothers and sisters who dare not have the guts to dare can only look at 'God' and sigh."

Really, I can't climb high!

Thinking back on Shan Cen's expression, the students from other schools nodded in agreement, "Indeed."

Shan Cen, the person involved, knew nothing about other people's thoughts.

While thinking about whether to stew radish ribs soup or lotus root ribs soup at night, he walked quickly to the back door.

Suddenly, someone behind him patted his shoulder.

"finally found you!!!"

Shan Cen Yizheng, turn back.

Cong Cong looked at him sadly, "Why didn't you answer the call?"

Cong Cong is his former roommate and current colleague.But the two are in different schools, he is in the Academy of Fine Arts, Cong Cong is in the Department of Philosophy.

Shan Cen took two steps back calmly, increasing the distance between the two, "The class is muted, what's the matter?"

"Go to You Xuxian's wedding!" Cong Cong said.

It was only after I finished speaking that I realized that something was wrong with this statement?

He looked at Shan Cen suspiciously, "You won't forget, will you?"

Shan Cen blinked.

Cong Cong: "..."

Well, it's not that I forgot the time, it's that I didn't know it happened at all!

He helplessly explained: "On Monday night, outside the painting building, You Xuxian and I sent you an invitation, you nodded and said go."

Monday night?

Shan Cen lowered his eyes, he had just finished chatting with Lin Lu about the divorce that day.

He was in a bad mood, so when he met Cong Cong and You Xuxian, he didn't remember a word they said. As for the invitation, he probably threw it into a corner by himself.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've been a little busy recently, so I forgot."

"I knew it would be like this." Cong Cong muttered, and then said anxiously, "Let's not talk so much, let's go quickly, or it will be too late."

Although the wedding banquet didn't start until seven o'clock, and it wasn't far away, they couldn't step on it, or they would definitely be slaughtered by You Xuxian.

Shan Cen hesitated for a moment. The You family's wedding banquet will definitely send invitations to Ming Xia, and Lin Lu is likely to attend.

He doesn't want to run into each other yet.

"I will... not go."

Cong Cong was puzzled: "Why don't you go? You don't have classes at night."

Shan Cen: "There is something."

Cong Cong asked, "What's the matter? If you're not in a hurry, let's reschedule."

"..." Shan Cen was not good at rejecting people, and he couldn't find an excuse for a while.

He thought for a while, pointed to the clothes on his body, and said, "I haven't changed my clothes after a day of class, so I won't join in the fun."

When Cong Cong heard this, his gaze was like a scanning machine, and he looked Shan Cen up and down.

Face, needless to say, just pull it out and you can take direct photos of magazines.

As for the clothes, a white shirt, jeans, white canvas shoes, and a proper bow tie can be dressed as a groom's official.

That's it, what else is there to replace?

Cong Cong waved his big hand, "What clothes should you change into? If you are more handsome, the guests will wonder who the groom is today."

Shan Cen: "..."

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "I didn't prepare any red envelopes."

"Hey!" Cong Cong took out a stack of red envelopes printed with "Hundred Years of Love" from somewhere, and said with a smile, "I have already prepared."

Speaking of this, Shan Cen couldn't say anything more.

It's just that when he was walking towards the parking lot, he looked back at the back door, which was already close at hand. It was a pity that he couldn't drink ribs soup at night.

-

Two 10 minutes later, the hotel parking lot.

Before getting out of the car, Shan Cen took off his glasses.

The temperament on her body changed in an instant, from a gentle and elegant noble son to a cold beauty who was not close to anyone.

"Hey, isn't that Teacher Pu from your department?" Cong Cong said suddenly, "Who is that beauty behind?"

Shan Cen looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a man with elegant temperament and a girl with blond hair walking into the door of the hotel one after the other.

The man was Pu Xiao, a Chinese painting teacher from the same department as him.

And girls...

He withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "I can't see clearly without glasses."

Hearing this, Cong Cong turned his head and glanced at him, and when he saw that he was indeed not wearing glasses, he gave an 'oh', scratched his head and said, "I forgot you are short-sighted." After speaking, he seemed to remember something, and asked, " You didn't wear glasses to go in?"

Shan Cen nodded.

He knows that he has an outstanding appearance and often attracts some people to strike up a conversation with, so every time he goes to a crowded place, he will habitually take off his glasses. The innate coldness of his blue eyes makes others dare not easily near.

It can be said to be a natural barrier, blocking him a lot of trouble.

Having been together for many years, Cong Cong also knew the reason why he didn't wear glasses. He opened the door and got out of the car while explaining, "Then you will follow me later." Don't ask the leader like the last year-end party, who are you?

That would be a shame!

Shan Cen grabbed the phone and gave an absent-minded 'hmm'.

As soon as he entered the banquet hall, he ran into the groom You Xuxian.

"You two are here!"

You Xuxian was wearing a decent white suit today, his hair was combed meticulously, and he looked radiant.

Cong Cong grabbed the other person's shoulders, pretended to flick the dust off his white suit, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Congratulations, little Xianzi, after our Flower God, the second person in the dormitory to step into the siege."

Shan Cen also cooperated: "Congratulations, happy wedding!"

You Xuxian first said thank you to Shan Cen, then slapped Cong Cong's hand away with a look of disgust, and then squinted at him, "I say little bug, your nine-yin white bone claw has improved again!"

Cong Cong took two steps back, smiled and bent down, and then gave a nondescript warrior salute, pretending to be modest and said: "Brother You, thank you."

"If you say you are fat, are you really out of breath?" You Xuxian said with a helpless smile.

Cong Cong "hehe" laughed twice, just about to say something.

A deep and magnetic male voice like a subwoofer suddenly sounded, "Sorry, I'm late."

Shan Cen turned his head and looked over.

The man is striding over.

He has a handsome face, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips naturally curved a little, which is a natural smile.But because of a pair of black and white, star-like eyes, people can't ignore the strong aura in him.

A suit of well-tailored black haute couture made him even more handsome and tall, with long legs.

Thinner, Shan Cen thought.