The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

Wen Cha took his words in time and bowed deeply: "Teacher, I know that my foundation is weak. I was sick at home some time ago and recuperated. I specifically inquired about the projects that my classmates are busy with recently. I hope you can criticize and correct me."

He doesn't dislike a strict teacher, but respects a teacher with a lot of morality, but it is impossible to retire from learning, so he can only work hard to deal with the mess left by the original owner.

A trace of impatience and helplessness flashed in Mr. Liu's eyes. He had seen many students like this, but due to his generous temperament and his responsibilities as a teacher, he took the USB flash drive from the boy and played it on the computer at hand.

The students of University C are participating in a national photography competition——Fenghua Cup Photography Competition.This competition is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The students who finally win the trophy can not only win the highest award in the national film and television competition, but also have their works selected internationally, linked with foreign awards, and go abroad to win glory for the country. The Media Department of C University is well-known throughout the country. As an established institution, it has worked hard to obtain this honor. Therefore, all the students in the school are currently preparing for this competition. The college issued an order to combine the competition with graduation. The certificate was put on the hook, which made the students even more bloody.

Teacher Liu took a deep breath and turned on the video, and touched the medicine for heart disease in his pocket, for fear that he would not be able to take it all at once.Before warming up the tea, he had already seen three or five students' works this morning, and his blood pressure couldn't be higher, and he couldn't scold them anymore.

The video is only 1 minute long and looks like a half-finished product.

"It's interesting to adjust the light." After turning it on, Teacher Liu gripped the medicine bottle tightly and said to himself.

At the beginning, it is covered with cold light, long-shot narrative, the protagonist's side face is immersed in darkness, the only beam of light shines in from the window, locking his part, or the long and thin slightly trembling fingers, or the paint like dots But Mo doesn't have a gleam of bright eyes, or a bony collarbone, or a mouthful of apple juice overflowing and wet lips.

During the whole process, the facial features and expressions of the characters could not be seen clearly, as if covered by a layer of fog, but people couldn't help but want to describe the shape and bones of the person and piece together the appearance of the person.

A series of hand-cranked cameras follow his staggering and confused steps, with random out-of-focus and overexposure.

Teacher Liu's brows were tightly furrowed, and then slowly loosened: "Okay."

There is no trick, but it shows the beauty of the tone like a show of skill.

Everyone knows that the protagonist is going to fall, and everyone is waiting for him to die.

The gasping sound became heavier and faster, suffocating and oppressive.Just like the death of the black swan, staying at the highest point, the camera showed his Adam's apple, the twisted backward angle, and the slender neck, but it was like the continuous line of distant mountains, which made people feel peaceful.

The camera finally gives back half a mouthful of apple on the dining table.

The only color.

Apples are oxidized.

Just looking at the teacher's expression, I can't see anything. His mouse button stayed on the last frame of the screen, and he silently took out a tablet. After hesitating for a moment, he didn't swallow it. He turned his head and asked, "Have you finished yet?"

"Yes, teacher, because I'm just a preliminary attempt and I'm still figuring it out." Wen Cha withdrew his contemplative gaze from the screen. It was obviously made by him himself, but when it was projected on the screen, there was a weird sense of strangeness.

Because this was the dream he had when he first came to this world, and it was also the last scene of the original owner before he died.Even though this is a world in a book, the reality that Wen Cha is experiencing now actually exists.Since he replaced the original owner, he always wanted to leave something for the original body in this world.

He looked at Wen Cha again and again: "Is it you who appeared on the scene?"

Wen Cha smiled and nodded.

Teacher Liu asked again: "Are you mentally healthy?"

The desperate atmosphere in the film seems to be dragging people into the quagmire, making his life-saving medicine almost come in handy. It really doesn't fit the current warm tea and sunny image. If it weren't for his sharp eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to confirm it, and he would inevitably be worried The psychological state of drinking warm tea.

The corners of Wen Cha's mouth rose even more: "Don't worry, it's fine."

Teacher Liu pondered for a moment: "Okay, go back and continue to finish."

It seems that Songkou is not going to let him drop out of school.

Put away the warm tea as soon as it was ready, glanced at Teacher Liu's medicine bottle, said "Teacher, pay attention to your body", and then didn't deliberately try to get close to please, and exited the room after saying goodbye politely.

Just a few steps away, the windows of the room were not soundproof, and the hearty and angry laughter of the dull old man just now clearly appeared, as if he was talking to someone: "Hahahahahaha, Lao Li, let me tell you, this time No.1 in the competition must be my student, you are finished!"

Warm tea:?Is this second child confirmed to be his mentor?

After finishing the school matter, of course we will meet the legendary protagonist Gong for a while.

As the protagonist Gong in the original book, Qi Junhao does have a good skin. As the second child of the Qi family who is not favored, he has been dormant for a long time relying on his flamboyant skin and powerful means in private. get property.

As for the so-called protagonist gong and protagonist shou, of course, they have to go through ninety-nine and 81 hardships to prove their beautiful love.

The marriage contract between the Qi family and the Wen family remained the same, but the real young master appeared in the Wen family, so the marriage contract fell on Qi Junhao and Wen Cha.

Wen Cha was dissatisfied with picking through his closet for a long time, but found that there was nothing to choose. Up to now, no one has found out that he has no new clothes to wear, only a suit that Wang Ma hastily found for him. Support the scene.Although a good-looking man is also good-looking wearing a sack, but this cannot be the reason why he has no clothes to wear!

The Qi family's banquet was held directly at the Dinghao Hotel under the name of the Qi family.The Qi family is a well-known family, and the scale has grown to a higher level. There is no one to guide the way to warm the tea, so they can only choose to obediently wait for the fish to take the bait in the corner.

He was standing in a seat with a great view, he could attack and retreat or defend, warm tea while tasting the small cakes sent to him, while matching people and identities, recalling the rich gossip collected by the way.

The man who slowly stood in front of him had handsome features, a steady fragrance of cologne, and deep affection hidden in his eyes. Everyone felt that he had a good impression of warm tea.

It was such a disguise, the deceitful original body gradually broke with his family, and he was the only one in his eyes. In fact, he secretly plotted to cut off all escape routes. In the end, Qi Junhao held Wen Leshui's hand and told Yuanshen apologetically, "Little tea, I'm sorry, but you can come to my wedding right? I can't live without your blessing."

It's really a dung beetle wearing a mask - smelly and shameless!

Qi Junhao called out softly: "Xiaocha."

"En." Wen Cha didn't even bother to move his lips, and hummed from his nasal cavity.

Qi Junhao's eyes flashed with amazement, and he hadn't seen him for more than a month. Wen Cha seemed to have been completely reborn. The simple sewing suit outlined his figure, from the shoulders to the chest to the slender waist, the lines drawn in were smooth, looking up. It looked like his little face was plump, and his nose was a little red from the cold wind outside, like a cute little animal.

"Xiaocha, you haven't contacted me recently?" Qi Junhao asked inquiringly.

Wen Cha had been pestering him before and sent him messages every day, but half a month had passed since the record of the last chat, during which Wen Cha didn't say a word.

Wen Cha said concisely: "I'm sick."

Qi Junhao said: "I know, I sent someone to send sunflowers on purpose. I don't know if you received it? You can tell me if you feel uncomfortable in the future, and don't see me outside."

"Oh." Wen Cha dragged on, "I haven't received it, maybe Wang Ma threw it away."

Qi Junhao showed a dejected self-deprecating expression at the right time, and said with a wry smile: "Xiaocha, I'm sorry, I'm too useless to be taken seriously, and even your servants can trample on my will."

Look, a dog barks better than that.

Qi Junhao's routine in front of Yuanshen was nothing more than showing strength and showing weakness at the same time, but he exaggerated how difficult his situation at home was and how much he was hindered in the company, making Yuanshen feel that this person had the same pitiful background as himself.Yuanshen is blind because of love, he keeps asking his sweetheart how he is, and cares about him, but he doesn't know that everything is just Yuanshen's wishful thinking. As long as Qi Junhao shows a wry smile and doesn't want to talk about the relationship when outsiders inquire about the relationship between the two, everyone will naturally think that It was the original body who held onto Qi Junhao and stalked Qi Junhao to death.

Wen Cha nodded: "Well, you are quite useless."

Qi Junhao:?

He was startled by Wen Cha's answer, and he felt suspicious, but he looked down, Wen Cha buried his head, his long black eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably, his lips were shaped like cherry blossoms, and he muttered:

"Wang Ma is very good to me, you must not call her a servant."

Qi Junhao suppressed the doubts in his heart, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "You are just too soft-hearted."

"You didn't know that when you first came to Wen's house, Mama Wang has a bad temper. Because she is from Xue's family, she is often disrespectful to your family, so she can show your father face."

That's not because Baked Pork Dad doesn't behave like a human being, and sometimes he ignores Xue Mei's feelings, so Wang Ma directly taught him how to behave.

"Wang Ma is fine." Wen Cha insisted.

Qi Junhao changed the subject: "Where's your brother? Last time you and I cried and complained that Wen Rong ignored you and treated you badly. Alas, Wen Rong has such a temperament, he is indifferent to everyone, and he is cruel. An employee in the company committed suicide, and Wen Rong directly asked him to jump off. I am worried that such a person will be your family..."

Wen Cha's eye sockets turned red silently at some point, and the tears could not shed: "But brother is also very good..."

Qi Junhao had no choice but to reach out his hand to wipe away his tears: "Then who treats you badly, who was not used to it and disliked Wen's family just like Little Crying Bag before, and said he felt aggrieved after being angry."

Now that the elimination method is done, he hesitates to say the name he subconsciously avoids: "Could it be Leshui?"

Thinking of the person he has a crush on, his facial expression softened involuntarily, but considering Wen Cha's natural resistance and malice towards Wen Leshui, he could only hold back his impatience, and comforted him from Wen Cha's perspective. :

"You are the real young master, and he is a fake young master. His things are not justified, and they should all be yours. What are you afraid of?"

Wen Cha raised his eyes, and the teardrops hanging on his eyelashes just slid down his cheeks: "Does Wen Leshui know what you said?"

Qi Junhao couldn't help but want to raise his hand to wipe away the tear stain:

"what?"

Wen Cha looked over his shoulder, smiled slightly behind him, and said, "He knows now."

Qi Junhao turned his head, and a few meters away, Wen Leshui's pale face was shaking.