tear up a white paper

"teacher……"

"It's okay," Han Fei ordered with both hands occupied by the paintbrush, tied his hands together, "Come, help me change a piece of drawing paper."

"Yeah." Yuan Hua stood up, took off the picture on the easel as Han Fei usually did, carefully rolled it up, put it into the painting tube next to it, took out a new piece of drawing paper, and laid it on the easel .

"Do you want to draw a new one?" Yuan Hua asked with some expectation in his heart.

"Well. If this one is finished, I'll give it to you." As he spoke, Han Fei picked out a sketch pen, and outlined the essence of the outline with a few strokes.

"?" Yuan Hua was stunned.

"!" The teacher is amazing!

Han Fei raised his eyebrows, gladly accepting his shock and praise.

"Mr. Han..." Wang Bin was knocking on the door.

They are coming.

Han Fei said, "Open the door and go."

Yuan Hua stood up in response, opened the door, and let everyone outside the door come in one by one.

Wang Bin glared at Yuan Hua and let out a cold snort.Yuan Hua raised his stubborn chin and ignored him.

"Principal, please sit down." Han Fei didn't look up, his attention was still on his painting.

"You..." Wang Bin was shocked when he saw Han Fei's painting for the first time. He looked at Han Fei and forgot that he was going to scold him. : sacred and inviolable.

It turned out that he had such a strong aura when he was painting.

It turns out that he also knows that when he paints, he will become cold!

Han Fei naturally had a quiet aura that could not be tolerated by the world. He usually resisted people for thousands of miles, as indifferent as if he did not exist.

No wonder he never paints when he visits, just sits high above!

"Just talk about things, don't quarrel." Han Fei reminded, then ignored him, and even ignored the head teacher, several class leaders, and the parents of the two students who came in later.

After a while, the small dormitory was overcrowded.Everyone stood in a daze opposite Han Fei, and a set of desks and chairs stood in the middle of them, which seemed to become an invisible partition, separating the two worlds.

No one dared to take half a step beyond Lei Chi, did not dare to look at him more than once, but couldn't move their eyes away.

Han Fei is usually like the wind, erratic, if there is nothing, it is unpredictable.

But when he was painting, it was as if he had accumulated a great deal of power, and a hurricane would blow at an unknown time, forming unpredictable wonders in the sky, which inexplicably made people feel frightened.

For a while, there was no sound in the crowded and noisy dormitory, only the sound of the brush rubbing back and forth on the drawing paper.

"..." What are you peeking at, these people are so annoying!Yuan Hua coughed lightly, calling the intruders' attention, and said displeasedly: "Teacher Zhang is the host, hurry up and leave after finishing speaking, don't disturb the teacher... don't disturb Teacher Han."

Teacher Zhang, named Zhang Jian, is the head teacher of Yuan Hua's class, a middle-aged man who is a little bald.

"Then... Teacher Zhang, you can host it," Wang Bin returned to his senses, and glanced at Yuan Hua thoughtfully, a little puzzled why he changed his normal behavior and was so confident!He sat down at his usual position, between the two parties, looked at the watch on his wrist seriously, and said, "It's getting late."

Zhang Jian also came back to his senses, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, feeling inexplicable for a while.He stared at Wang Bin, dumbfounded, hey hey hey, this change is too fast, principal, how can you stand by?That's not what you said just now!Didn't you bring us here to discuss the Fa?

But the headmaster obviously has nothing to do with the matter, so he made up his mind to be a crowd of onlookers!What can he do!

"Cough!" Zhang Jian had no choice but to preside over the overall situation, looking left and right, pointing to several class leaders and saying, "Tell me first, what's going on."

Several students were ordered to say it one by one. The length was different, but the meaning was the same. Zhang Quan said that Yuan Hua had cheated and plagiarized.

This matter is so simple and straightforward, it cannot be faked.

Zhang Jian looked at Yuan Hua, but he didn't understand what he was talking about.However, he couldn't help but look at Han Fei who was still immersed in his own world under such circumstances.Han Fei was different from his usual clean and tidy appearance. The long-sleeved apron on his body was covered in oil paint. This was probably the first time Zhang Jian saw a dirty Han Fei. He was as dirty as an extra background cloth.

But this "background cloth" is too existential.

He had already forgotten that he was haunted by this "background cloth" just now.

Yuan Hua has been standing quietly next to Han Fei's easel, sizing up the people across the way, glanced at Wang Bin who was occupying his position, looked at the cake box in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, wondering why there is "on the corridor of geese" cake?

He then turned his attention to listening to their reports.At this time, seeing Zhang Jian looking over, he knew that it was time for him to speak up to defend himself. He said confidently: "He slandered me first, but he couldn't beat me second. I admit that I will strike first, but..."

"Are you still reasonable?" Zhang Jian forcefully interrupted Yuan Hua's words. If it had been left in the past, no one would have dared to provoke Yuan Hua and seek such unreasonable thorns, but now it is different!

He shouted: "Zhang Quan is injured!"

Yuan Hua's expression changed immediately, this is where he was wronged and why he immediately ran to Han Fei's dormitory.No matter what trouble he caused before, he never got out of control and hurt anyone.

But this time, Zhang Quan was injured.

When he came to look for Han Fei, his hands were still stained with blood.

He got into trouble again, after he made up his mind not to mess around anymore.He was afraid that Han Fei would be angry, that he would ignore him, that he would look down on him and think he was a hopeless liar.

Fortunately, he didn't abandon him.

He gritted his teeth and retorted: "... Who told him that he couldn't beat me..." Before he could finish his sentence, another voice covered him.

"Teacher Zhang means that if Yuan Hua is also injured," Han Fei said suddenly, nonchalantly: "You won't bother him?"

"..." Yuan Hua stared stupidly at the person who spoke up to defend himself. This was the first time he pronounced his name. Yuan Hua...like the sound of a spring echoing in a deep valley, it sounds so nice!

"..." Zhang Jian choked, and this powerful background cloth actually spoke!

Also to the point!

He was tongue-tied immediately, he didn't mean that!No, how can you say that?Yuan Hua was not injured, he was just talking about the result. Two people fought, one was injured and the other was not injured. In this case, this is how things are handled. The injured are the weak, who are favored and protected Supported objects, this is common sense!

However, Han Fei's words were completely unreasonable!

"But he wasn't injured!" Zhang Quan's mother yelled out loud. They reasoned about this matter, because the injured person was Zhang Quan!She complained secretly, she really didn't know how Zhang Jian handled things, but she was speechless, and she was not afraid of missing a good opportunity!

"...Are you in charge?" Han Fei didn't raise his eyes. Hearing this sentence, he chuckled first, and then said, "Hand."

Yuan Hua was stunned, remembering that he was injured, he stretched out his hands, showing the backs of his hands to Zhang Jian and others, and said, "I am also injured."

so smart!

Yuan Hua praised secretly, this is really smart!

In contrast, those of my own are all lip-syncing cleverness!

"What kind of injury do you call!" Zhang Quan's mother yelled angrily, causing everyone to frown and their ears hurt.

"So mother, what do you think is hurt?" Han Fei asked again, without waiting for the other party to answer, and continued: "Or do you think verbal attack is not attack? If..."

Zhang Quan's mother took a step back, she couldn't figure out this person, he was different from the people she met before, if she could, she didn't want to talk to Han Fei at all.

But thinking about her injured son, she took another step forward and insisted: "He has poor grades, he was already a famous bastard, and suddenly he was eighth in the exam, so it's normal to gossip..."

"You mean that prodigal sons can't turn back, and poor students won't get better?" Han Fei interrupted her lightly, and said, "Or do you mean that you don't look down on our teacher Zhang Jian's teaching level at all?"

Zhang Quan's mother widened her eyes and hurriedly said, "I didn't..."

"He has a senior professional title!" Han Fei's tone has always been flat, tepid, and his voice is also very gentle. He is simply gentle and makes people feel like spring breeze.But the content of his words made people angry.

"What's more, no one else ran up to Yuan Hua, pointed to his nose and said, 'You plagiarized, you cheated'. Why did Zhang Quan say that? Not only did he say it, but so many classmates saw it and heard it? Gossip?" Han Fei sneered and said loudly, "Parents, Zhang Quan's actions are slanderous and slanderous, fabricated out of thin air, soliciting right and wrong, and hatred born of jealousy."

"You..." Zhang Quan's mother was angry and rubbed her chest to prevent herself from fainting.

However, no matter how anxious his opponent was to get angry, Han Fei remained indifferent. He even took half a step back, measured the margins with vacant eyes, added some water to the paint box in his hand, and re-colored.

"People, you have to be responsible for what you have said and what you have done. Zhang Quan slandered, and he is still powerless to protect himself. He can't beat Yuan Hua... I don't know how you guys have the nerve to come here to trouble Yuan Hua."

"..." Wang Bin looked at the indifferent person, his heart fluttered, he was really smart, he only talked about Zhang Jian's excellence, and didn't talk about Yuan Hua's past!

He knew that Han Fei was smart, and he also knew that Han Fei had grown up in the past six months, not the naive youngster who just left school.

But he didn't know when he grew up, and how he grew up to be so aggressive!He couldn't help but smile, if Han Fei was such a very aggressive person in the first place, and he was just pretending to be a warm and sunny person before, then what happened these days that made him take off his disguise for Yuan Hua... Let the sharpness and sharpness be fully displayed in such a situation!

"He's okay—" Zhang Jian shouted, his voice stopped abruptly.

Han Fei only glanced at it lightly, but froze Zhang Jian.

"Ms. Zhang means—" Han Fei paused, raised his hand and smeared on the drawing paper for a moment, and continued: "Are you blaming Yuan Hua for being too mentally sound and not committing suicide by jumping off the building?"

"you--"

"Or are you blaming Yuan Hua for being a bastard who is slightly better than Zhang Quan in things like fighting?"

"I--"

"Or maybe he's blaming Yuan Hua. Shouldn't he just repent and study hard? He should be a bastard all his life and fail to get into college? Spend the rest of his life in a muddle?"

"Han—"

"Can you bear it?"

"what?"

"Yuan Hua's life." Han Fei raised his eyebrows lightly, frowned and stared at his work, threw the paintbrush in his hand into the bucket, changed a brush, and asked continuously: "If he dies, can you pay for it? He was injured Will you apologize? Or is it the result you expect that he has been ignorant all his life?"

"You..." Zhang Jian was furious, as if someone had removed the fig leaf, and was naked and frank to the world, he shouted: "Mr. Han, don't go too far——"

"Am I going too far?" Han Fei didn't think so, and his words were still calm, as if blowing off the dust on the textbook, and said casually: "I'm just assuming! Teacher Zhang is a good teacher who has won the Provincial Labor Medal! You are not such a person, and you have never done such a thing, so why be so nervous."

Zhang Jian was tongue-tied again, and was speechless again.

Wang Bin looked at the defeated Zhang Jian and shook his head secretly. The rhythm of this conversation was completely under Han Fei's control.

Han Fei wanted to protect Yuan Hua, and he saw his determination.

He should be vigilant, when he sees a person who never paints in front of others but swipes his brush freely, he should know that Han Fei is determined to do whatever it takes, and Yuan Hua will not be wronged.

But why?

Just Yuan Hua, how could He De let him be so...so selfless!

Chapter 22