Cannon Fodder Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]

Zhong Yi pushed open the door of the studio, and what she saw was a beautiful composition.

Clean and white walls, curtains fluttering in the wind, endless blue sky, a handsome boy in school uniform sleeping by the window, with a backpack hanging lazily on the chair behind him, this picture is too youthful and beautiful!

She subconsciously raised the camera and pressed the shutter.

In the camera, Han Chen's face is very cute, with fair skin and slender eyelashes, looking at any attack power as a whole, but the eyes opened in the next second, and his facial features instantly became cold.

The mixture of two completely different temperaments is very eye-catching.

It turns out that light-colored eyes can be so deep.

Dynamic people are more impactful than static photos.

Holding the camera, Zhong Yi stood there in a daze, stretched out her hand to quietly cover her heart, her eyes widened, what to do, she felt as if she had made the right bet.

"Good guy, has the host been captured?"

"Hey! What are you guys doing? Why don't you make an idol drama here? Don't be too sloppy, kid. Why are you so youthful? Believe it or not, I just burst into tears?"

"Anchor wake up! Brother is still underage, don't be too rude!"

"What's wrong with being a minor? Look at me, brother, I can!!!"

"My younger brother looks like a xx star, as expected, all beauties are similar!"

"Please don't touch the face of the plastic surgery upstairs, please don't touch the natural little brother, okay?"

"I don't care, I declare that brother Han Chen is my 108th wall!"

"It's amazing, the real person looks better than the photo, and it's very photogenic, you don't have a beautiful face, right? Woohoo, this is where love begins. Brother and sister Han Chen are waiting for you to grow up!"

"+1, brother is also waiting for you to grow up!"

"All the LSPs upstairs are copied away. You forgot what the live broadcast is for? It doesn't matter whether Han Chen is a human or a ghost. Let me out if you look at me!"

The bullet screens flashed one by one in the live broadcast room. Zhong Yi came with a professional team today. They started the live broadcast on the way, in order to bring the most authentic experience to netizens.

This journey first started from Zhong Yi's luxury car, and then went to the city's high-end campus buildings. Netizens chattered endlessly, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room exploded again and again, and they went directly to the popular homepage of the software.

For this live broadcast, the Internet is roughly divided into three factions, those who support Han Chen, those who doubt Han Chen, and the people who eat melons. The triangular foundation was originally very stable. "Open the door to kill" about martial arts.

"Who can bear this, I declare that I have betrayed."

"In terms of appearance, my brother won half the battle."

"My reason tells me that I should wait for the final result, but I abandoned my reason. I don't believe that such a good-looking person can be a liar!"

"In this damn age of looking at faces, it's not enough for a man to have a pretty face. I don't think Han Chen is a good man."

The debate continued on the Internet, but Bian Nan couldn't see the bullet screens. He looked at the girls who came in and the staff behind them holding various equipment, and knew that they were the interviewers assigned by the school.

"Hello."

The boy's voice was clear and cold, and the voice controllers were delighted when he uttered it.

Zhong Yi responded: "Hi, hello, my name is Zhong Yi."

She walked over quickly and stretched out her hand, Bian Nan nodded slightly: "I'm Han Chen."

The two simply shook hands, and the various departments immediately set up the venue. Soon a live broadcast interview environment was created, and the live broadcast officially started.

Although Zhong Yi is an amateur Internet celebrity, her professional ability is not amateur. Her rich family background makes her better than ordinary people. Regarding the various problems fermented by the school violence incident in the three high schools, her questions are sometimes stronger than those on the Internet. Be tricky, but Bian Nan will come together one by one.

His calm and cool voice seemed to have a kind of magical power, bringing everyone back to the incident itself, which was a completely different world from the post, where the positions of the victim and the perpetrator were replaced, and justice turned into violence.

The answers to him on the Internet are also layer upon layer of barrage.

"My brother was really pitiful before."

"The words are tight, and the logic can be fulfilled. Either this is the truth, or he can compete for an Oscar, and his acting skills have exploded."

"It's really watertight, he is too calm at his age."

"Although he has already convinced me, I still think how can a person like this be bullied? He doesn't look easy to provoke."

"+1, the appearance of the little white rabbit and the temperament of the gangster/gang/big boss."

(omit the speeches of many netizens)

The language interviews in the early stage are almost completed, and the whole incident is clear and complete. The next stage is the proof stage. Since the initial post is completely contrary to the current statement of the parties, what everyone is most curious about is the paintings in the center of the incident. Are those paintings from Whose hand?

The evidence in the post is just about Han Chen’s previous downfall, such as poor grades, being withdrawn, not liking to talk to others, and some punishments in the school, such as being late and leaving early, failing to complete the study tasks as required, and talking in class violated discipline , teasing and making trouble to affect others' studies, and saying that Han Chen was caught stealing.

But it's strange, some things are contradictory, why do you talk in class when you are withdrawn?Don't like to chat with people and go to make trouble for others to study?

Just looking at the various punishments, everyone would think that Han Chen is a bad student, but the photos posted are all emaciated and pitiful, and he is sitting on a high platform with blank eyes and a death-seeking expression.

"To be honest, there are too many places to punish Neng Shui. If you offend someone at school, all kinds of hats can be put on your head every minute. How can he, a poor student, even lose his parents? Anyway, I read those crazy comments on the forums of the three high school children, I believe this is a collective violence between teachers and students."

A netizen started a topic about this, and many bullet screens later expressed their support. Some said that they encountered injustice in school, and some said that it was the same at work. Bosses are also not easy to get along with. Colleagues are too common to fight openly and secretly. .

"Everyone, Big Eyed Boy and a certain sauce have a new trend. It is said that someone found out the relationship between Mo Jiajun's family and San Gao. Good guys, this person is a little prince in the old society."

"Sure enough, there is a relationship! I said that there is such a big difference between them, how could Mo Jiajun be manipulated by Han Chen, unless Mo Jiajun is gay and was abused for love."

"Don't be disgusting in front, isn't he still indulging the three masters to bully Han Chen?"

"The fact that the prince can be bullied by a little beggar (forgive me for calling him that) is obviously false!"

"Someone from a certain sauce broke the news, saying that Mo Jiajun had never painted in public, and after Han Chen came to No. [-] High School, the two of them confronted each other in class that morning. Mo Jiajun revealed his secrets, and then immediately transferred to another school."

"—Report! It is said that the monitor in class A of the second year of high school was broken that morning. Be careful! It's the monitor that is broken. You are careful. This is a rich and powerful Shiyi Gao. If the monitor is broken, there is no money to repair it. Bar?"

"Damn, Schrödinger's monitoring is useless when it comes to the point anyway. I've been used to it for so many years."

Some students in class A mentioned that incident on the Internet, but everyone tacitly did not describe the incident of the steel ruler being blown off the monitoring system. Once this incident was fermented on the Internet, it turned out to be Mo Jiajun's scapegoat.

As for the Sangao, the leadership team was already pocketing their own pockets, but now it was exposed under the noses of the public, and it didn't take long for them to be exposed for corruption and bribery, and their reputation plummeted again and again.

The staff reminded Zhong Yi that they were also observing the network trends. Zhong Yi understood, turned to the side and said, "Okay, according to you, your previous paintings were cheated by Mo Jiajun. With your You have no way to preserve the evidence of painting because of family experience, which means that there is no conclusive evidence to prove that those paintings are yours."

"Yes."

"Then we would like to invite you to paint on the spot. The cameras and the audience in our live broadcast room will stare at you all the time. This is also a huge psychological test. Do you agree?"

"can."

*

The studio is prepared by the school. There are all kinds of brushes, paper canvases, various types of paints, drawing boards, palettes, buckets, etc. No matter what you want to paint, you can provide corresponding tools, and the things are brand new Everything is available, if Han Chen is here, he should be very happy.

Bian Nan took off his coat, and under the small suit was a white and neat shirt. He rolled up the sleeves, his back looked very thin, but the thinness revealed the upright/straight/stubborn/stubbornness of a young man, which was very attractive.

The time to draw a picture will not be short, and the netizens in the live broadcast room are not in a hurry. The barrage is still flying layer by layer, but the hostility on the Internet is not so heavy. It may be that Mo Jiajun, who was picked out, attracted the flames of war. Now Everyone just wants to see how Han Chen draws.

"It's over, I'm starting to get nervous."

"I'm a hundred times more nervous than Han Chen. What's the matter with suddenly dreaming about art exam career?"

"There are only a few teachers in the art test, and now there are only a few netizens who are online. Wait, wait, there are tens of thousands of people. Damn, there are so many eyes staring at me. If I were to be useless on the spot."

(Teachers and students from various art colleges punched by on the way)

"To be honest, I'm not very good at drawing, but I've also received tens of thousands of private drafts. If I'm changed to Han Chen's current position, I can crash immediately."

"Who came up with the idea of ​​live painting? What a talent, if he dares to take over, I will trust my brother unconditionally!"

Even Zhong Yi started to get nervous. She always acted according to her mood, and felt that it was better to go straight to her instead of looking for evidence. This was also caused by her indescribable trust in Bian Nan. Thinking about it now, it was really too risky.

Bian Nan didn't think too much about it. Practice makes perfect for this kind of thing. If you learn it, you will learn it. It's not even as thrilling as fighting.

He quietly made the preparations, put away the paints to be used, Bian Nan chose a large canvas, everyone was sweating, could it be possible that this person wants to paint a big production?

But after thinking about it, it still depends on how the other party does it.

As a result, it was a terrible sight. Netizens had question marks all over their heads, no, can this Han Chen know how to draw?

Bian Nan wrote very steadily, without any hesitation, and used very bold materials, exactly like...

"Is he drawing nonsense?!"

"Don't do the line draft? It's painted everywhere."

"Go directly? What is this painting? I can do it if you want."

Bian Nan couldn't see those bullet screens, he was still drawing very seriously, the screen in the live broadcast room was full of question marks, some people who claimed to be art students had already started to criticize his drawing, saying that the blind drawing was not good at all in the end. It can't be saved, and the matching colors are too fancy, which destroys the overall harmony.

"If you don't have the skills of a master, you have to learn how to behave like a master. Let's go, let's go, this guy is a liar."

There are many people pouring cold water on it, and there are also many people waiting to watch.

He painted very quickly, and there was no mistake or correction during the period. The basic paints were easily adjusted into many colors by him. At this time, Bian Nan was like a machine, step by step with terrifying precision.

After about half an hour, those incomprehensible base maps lifted the veil bit by bit, and the picture was under the eaves of an alley. At dusk, there was a fat orange doing funny movements, with a naive look.

Surrounded by old-fashioned residential buildings, some windows are open, some windows are closed, there are green plants on some balconies, clothes are drying on some balconies, and there are many piles of various things.

Bian Nan was painting quietly, adding details bit by bit, and the breath of life rushed to his face. The combination of light and shadow at dusk was amazing, as if everyone had followed his brush into that street.

They can see the grandpas and aunts chatting outside the door, the bouncing elementary school students, and small vendors selling things. Even if there are some quarrels, they look lively and lively, which is very in line with Han Chen's previous painting style, full of life and warmth.

"This painting is lifelike. It's amazing that a sophomore in high school can have such a foundation."

"That cat is so cute and fat, what is it doing?"

"This painting is too warm to look at."

"But why did he leave a part of it empty? There's nothing under the eaves. It's a bit abrupt."

A part of Bian Nan was emptied, which naturally attracted everyone's attention. When he finished sketching other things, he changed his pen, and soon a figure filled the vacant position.

As he slowly sketched, the silhouette gradually took shape.

Short hair, thin, that is a boy who is so sad that he is crying.

"I'll go, it turns out that fat orange is making him happy!"

"Oh my god, my heart feels like it's been dug out. No, this is too contagious. I suddenly feel so sick."

"Wait a minute, that boy looks like Han Chen!"

"He's painting himself?!"

When Bian Nan finished filling in the details of the characters, all the netizens in the live broadcast room recognized that the crying boy in the painting was Han Chen. The technique of using music scenes to set off grief is commonly used in ancient and modern China and abroad, but most people don’t like it. It would be so blunt, because it would be cheap to dig out what's hidden, let alone make a character cry.

This painting should have been a failure, but no one could say it at this time.

I don’t know if Bian Nan’s paintbrush is really magical. They really felt the crying of the person in the painting, and the despair that tore in their hearts. It was heart-wrenching and creepy. He is alone and helpless, only a cat tries to release him.

Unfortunately, it is just a cat and nothing can be changed.

Just like Ben Nan once said to the system: "He is crying."

The world depicted in Han Chen's pen is so colorful and full of warmth, but he is still a person who is out of tune with the world.

Zhong Yi had a strange feeling, as if the Han Chen in front of her eyes and the Han Chen in the painting were two people, and the world in the painting was also a real world, and they were looking at each other in parallel time and space.

Many netizens also felt her feeling.

"I feel like the painting is alive. Han Chen is looking at his former self through the canvas. It's such a weird atmosphere."

"Is this the opposition between the past and the present?"

"This Han Chen seems to be a different person after the incident of jumping off the building. It seems that he was quite cowardly before, but now he doesn't feel that way at all."

"After all, it is considered a person who has died once, and his heart is different."

"Is there anyone who can interpret this painting? I think it's very good, very shocking, but is there any professional?"

The live broadcast was originally about painting, and professionals of various levels quickly commented on it. Of course, there were mixed reviews. They also said that he was very talented and could become a master in the future, and some said that he showed off his skills too deeply. There is no connotation, but what is unified is that everyone affirms his painting ability.

This painting took more than four hours in total, and the amount of work was not small. His speed and accuracy were admired by everyone. He thought it was over. After all, he had already proved his ability with his strength, but Bian Nanzhan Never leave before the canvas.

"Student Han Chen?" Zhong Yi whispered to him from behind.

Bian Nan turned his head to look at her and said, "He shouldn't cry anymore."

"Huh?" Zhong Yi was taken aback, "Who?"

Bian Nan didn't answer, he directly painted Han Chen in the painting with his hands, and then picked up the brush again to draw a new line, and soon he changed the desperate and crying person into Han Chen who broke through tears and smiled. Looking at Fat Orange.

And the cat finally made the crying boy laugh.

Bian Nan looked at the picture carefully, and then a few beams of light shot down directly with a stroke of magic. He continued to use bold colors, and everyone watched his sharp-boned hand magically turn dusk into morning.

The vigorous sunshine shines lovingly on Han Chen in the painting, dispelling the coldness in his heart, and his world finally ushered in light.

The corners of Bian Nan's mouth curled up slightly, his gaze was so gentle that he looked at the painting in front of him.

"I'm done drawing."

Zhong Yi subconsciously patted her face lightly, it was really scary, is this the charm of art?

The screen full of barrages also scratched their heads.

"Why did it suddenly change? I didn't even keep up with it."

"I seem to understand why the live broadcast is live. Does this guy want to teach us how to draw? Do you think highly of us or look down on us?"

"It is impossible to draw a picture. It is impossible to draw a picture in this life. None of the hands, eyes, and brain can do it. Let's forget about life."

"You guys can really say, like I can only say, shit! Awesome!"

"I'll just go downstairs and throw out the trash. Why doesn't the character stop crying? Did any of you go in and wipe his tears?"

"The one in front, the topic suddenly became supernatural."

"It's wonderful to wipe your tears, it's too bad, it's too bad."

"Han Chen's drawing is not complicated. I feel that I can still draw, but the details of the billion points are not handled well."

"Damn, I thought Han Chen was so powerful, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful, woo woo woo woo woo comes from a bald boy who studies art."

"Passing by the Academy of Fine Arts, don't let our teacher see this!"

Netizens chattered in the live broadcast room. Bian Nan put on his coat after washing his hands. It was also dusk outside. He glanced at his phone and said to Zhong Yi, "It's almost time, I should go too."

Zhong Yi said: "Are you going home? Do you want me to see you off? By the way, where do you live now? I heard... Anyway, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me."

Bian Nan shook his head: "No need, you must know about my uncle. His house was mortgaged and I was homeless, but I have another place to live now. I want to tell you a piece of good news. Adopted."

When he said the last sentence, his eyes were slightly curved with a smile, which instantly pierced everyone's hearts. A cold and beautiful boy suddenly smiled gently at you, who can control this!

Zhong Yi was also taken aback, she subconsciously said, "That's great."

Bian Nan said to her, "Thank you for everything you have done for Han Chen."

Thanks to her for speaking out for Han Chen and for opening the live broadcast certificate for Han Chen.

*

After Bian Nan left, Zhong Yi was still intoxicated by that innocent smile and couldn't extricate herself. The bullet screen joked that the anchor's heart fell again, although many men and women were also intoxicated by it.

The live broadcast was quickly edited and reproduced by various marketing accounts.

With evidence in hand, no one would suspect that Han Chen plagiarized and cheated with his art skills in the screen. He is already so good, how could he do such a thing!

He Zhao was waiting for Bian Nan in the car, he felt that the other party and Jiang Ran seemed to be hiding something from him, this feeling was weird.

He asked: "I heard that there is a holiday in the morning."

Bian Nan: "Yes."

He Zhao: "Are you staying in the studio to draw?"

Bian Nan: "Yes."

He Zhao: "What did you draw?"

Bian Nan: "It's a hemp ball."

He Zhao looked at Bian Nan, and Bian Nan looked at He Zhao. The innocent and well-behaved appearance was still watertight, and finally He Zhao surrendered: "Okay, the ribs are stewed at home today, you can eat more when you go back."

"Ok."

*

When Bian Nan was eating at night, someone anonymously released a video about Mo Jiajun on the Internet.

The video was secretly recorded. In it, Mo Jiajun was in a state of madness, his eyes were red.

"Why should I learn to draw? I feel disgusted when I see his paintings! Why should I copy them?"

"It was his honor to ask for his paintings before. What is he, Han Chen? An orphan who no one wants, he dares to disobey me!"

"Why didn't he die?!"

"He should have died a long time ago, he was already dead in the third high school!"

"The Han Chen who came back is not Han Chen at all!"

"He's a ghost! He's an evil ghost!"

"Why pester me! You are dead, why pester me!"

All kinds of fierce words were yelled in his mouth, but his expression had already collapsed.

Not long after the video was released, there were a lot of rambunctious posts, this time around Mo Jiajun himself, for example, he was actually the illegitimate son of a mistress.

Zhong Yi no longer needs to interview Mo Jiajun. This wave of anonymous revelations has wiped out the truth. No one knows who made it, but what is certain is that the other party is definitely someone close to him. Maybe he has long been uncomfortable with it. His hypocritical face took advantage of this public opinion turmoil to pull him down.