I only attack the big devil

Chapter 97 Revenge Boy X Sick Little White Flower 36
Han Wan successfully got an internship opportunity from Jiang Qiang's company as a social practice.

Perhaps due to the natural blood bond, Jiang Qiang began to appreciate and like this unruly young man more and more.

When Han Wang is admitted to university and graduates, he will directly enter the company's senior management and become Boss Jiang's right-hand man.

Everything seems to be going smoothly.

Until today's art class——

"From this painting, I feel the soul!"

The art teacher greatly appreciated Naxi's paintings.

The other students approached curiously, and as a result, received a hundred points of mental attack.

The canvas is pitch black, with stars dotted at the four corners and gray shadows in the middle. Looking at the shape, you can vaguely discern the eyes and hands, like a huge monster that has never been seen before.

It is indeed a very powerful painting...

But is this painting the plaster statue in the classroom? ?
It looks more like the "Ten Weird and Famous Paintings" circulating on the Internet that will cause mental pollution.

The art teacher cleared his throat, continued to praise Naixi's artistic talent, and then hurried away.

When he walked to Han Wang's side, the corner of his mouth twitched again: "This classmate, are you... sure you're not stealing a picture of a certain girl in our class?"

"Damn it, I want to see it!"

The students rushed over immediately.

I saw that the painting is a young girl sitting quietly, like a beautiful flower shining in the water, so beautiful.

Anyone with long eyes can tell that the girl in the painting is Naixi.

Even the slightly raised arc of the corners of the lips is exactly the same, lifelike.

acid.

very sour.

Why did they never know before that Han Wang is also so good at painting.

Especially when drawing my own girlfriend.

The boy's face was as cold as ice, but his brushstrokes were very warm.

An art teacher can tell at a glance that such a portrait cannot be drawn without emotion.

As a single mother, he let out a long sigh, quickly shook his head and walked away.

Han Wang put down his brush, frowned and said, "Go back to me, and draw your own."

There were so many people chattering around him, it was so noisy.

The crowd dispersed.

Han Wan stared at the girl in the painting, his eyes gradually filled with a soft glimmer.

He frowned, was about to take down the painting, and walked to Naixi as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly.

There was the crisp sound of a paintbrush falling to the ground by the window.

Immediately, the students exclaimed——

"Naixi passed out!"

Han Juan's face changed drastically, and he immediately rushed to Nai Xi's side, picked her up and ran outside the art room.

……

hospital.

Han Wan was the only one standing outside the clinic.

The school notified the parents, but this time, Nai Xi's mother did not rush there as usual.

She replied to the school: "Isn't there a housekeeper's son? Just leave it to him."

The attending doctor was also very helpless.

I can only tell Han Wang all the things I want to ask: "Her physical condition has deteriorated, and from today onwards, I am afraid she will not be able to go to school again."

Han Juan nodded silently, "Yeah."

After the doctor allowed him, he entered the ward and came to Nai Xi who was wearing an oxygen machine.

Han Wan sat down slowly, thought for a long time, and said in a low voice: "You must rest well during this period, and return to school after you recover."

Naxi smiled lightly and weakly took off the oxygen mask, "You don't have to think of ways to lie to me, my freedom is over, right."

"..."

Han Wang was speechless.

He knew that Nai Xi yearned for the life outside, she was like a bird growing in a cage, even breathing the air under the blue sky was a luxury.

(End of this chapter)