Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

On Saturday and Sunday nights, I didn't see Lu Hezhang, and I didn't say a word to him, Zhong Yi was completely numb.When entering the classroom, Xu Kaize was surprised and said, "You didn't catch your homework all night, did you?"

This Zhong Yi refused to accept it, and cursed under the two national treasures' big dark circles: "Fuck you, I need to stay up all night to catch up with my homework?"

Other people around also echoed: "That's right, our favorite is Da Vinci Huada Fenqi, so it looks like he's gone dancing all night again, right?"

"roll!"

Zhong Yi has a hobby of dancing disco, and it's not for the purpose of hooking up on the dance floor, just to relax. Recently, because he sees Lu Hezhang very frequently, he doesn't dare to go, fearing that one day he will be caught after dancing. Catch it right away.

While there was no class, a few people were laughing and making noises. After the class bell rang for Zhong Yi, they realized that they hadn't handed in their homework yet.

The academic committee didn't care whether the homework was complete or not, and handed it all over to the teacher, and Zhong Yi had to send it by himself for the sake of the usual share.

He took a few sheets of paper with him, and when he entered the office, he found that there was no teacher. He counted the number of sheets of homework and put them on top of a pile of homework.

And the top one is a portrait of Lu Hezhang.

What's going on? Generally speaking, Zhong Yi lay in bed and struggled with himself all night. He felt that he couldn't lie to Lu Hezhang, and he was really reluctant to hand in his portrait as an ordinary homework. In the end, I thought of a compromise——make another copy of this one.

Then he got up from the bed in the middle of the night and turned on the lamp to fight at night.

The replica version is definitely not as good as the one drawn to a real person, but finally my conscience feels better, and I can hide the original drawing with more peace of mind. I also wrote in the lower right corner of the paper with love in my heart:

I like Lu Hezhang.

It is not only the name of two people, but also a verb-object phrase.

In the past, he always thought his name was feminine. There was a superstitious saying that a boy with a feminine name would be prone to disaster. He had indeed had a rough time in the past few years, but now he is very grateful for this name.

In this way, he can openly hide those feelings that cannot be expressed in his own name.

So that "fake" became an assignment and handed it over to the office.

Lu Hezhang had never shown his face in public, and no media dared to expose his face, so nothing would happen if he handed it over. These are Lu Hezhang's original words.

And Zhong Yi thinks that their elderly teacher might mistakenly think that the painting is a certain star, after all, it is so beautiful.

He thought of this layer, but couldn't think of more.

This morning, just as he was leaving the office after handing in his homework, a lecturer whose application for the title of professor had been rejected due to lack of work came back to the office.

He made his way to Huada through relationships, and his painting ability is not outstanding. It is difficult to move forward when he reaches the level of a lecturer.

The college is holding a sketch contest recently, and he needs a work that can make him stand out, so as to gain an advantage in the process of evaluating titles.

This lecturer has been idle for many years, and he has already given birth to his own hands. He also knows that he can't draw anything decent now. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in the office, and the students' works have all been handed in, he started to look around as if he was wandering around. .

The work on the top of the desk in front of him caught his eye.

The painting skills are mature, the lines are simple and clean, and the most important thing is that the person in this painting has superior facial features, which star should he be.

If it is a star, it is much easier to handle, even if it is discovered, you can insist that it just happens to be the same person.

A thief must have a guilty conscience. He was worried that other teachers would come in soon, so he hurriedly wiped off the author's name on this painting, put it in his own drawer, and deliberately left this pile of paintings everywhere on the table and on the ground. Yes, I threw a few of them casually, and finally opened the window, creating an illusion that the wind had blown the paintings away.

Anyway, those immature students would be dumb if they made a few threats, and he had always done this.

……

When the homework was distributed, the teacher apologized to everyone: "The windows were left open yesterday morning, and the wind blew away several paintings. I'm really sorry."

Among them, Zhong Yi was the one who was affected, and his reprinted portrait of Lu Hezhang was tragically sacrificed.

It's just that this kind of thing is too common, and Zhong Yi can only comfort herself in her heart. Fortunately, she didn't hand in the original manuscript, so she can still masturbate.

Another ten days later, Huada Academy of Fine Arts exhibited the excellent works of the teacher group of this sketch competition in the cultural corridor.

First Prize "The Man in the Shirt", by Yao Yeshuo