Full-level boss is not easy to chase

Principal's office.

The principal Leng Chan stared at Luo Yu's opened file, his expression getting worse and worse.

Case [-]: This is a photo of a handsome teenager.The boy was wearing an exaggerated uniform, which was filthy and fell on the roof.

Text description: Jin Junwu, from hanguo, 16 years old, likes animation, disappeared after attending the Hanguo International Animation Festival, and was found dead three days later.

After investigation by the hanguo police, Jin Junwu formed a dating battle with seven teenagers contacted on the Internet to participate in the Hanguo International Animation Festival. Of the eight teenagers, seven were missing and one died. The last information of the eight teenagers pointed to a place called Devil City. forum.

After investigation by network security experts, the last time the eight teenagers received a reply message from the Devil City forum was the official IP address of the High School Attached to the Academy of Fine Arts.

The principal, Leng Chan, didn't speak for a long time after reading it. It took a long time before he opened his mouth: "The network firewall of the high school affiliated to the Academy of Fine Arts was designed and supervised by a professional computer team from Peking University. It has never been attacked by hackers. Why this time..."

"Principal Leng, the international security organization is also investigating why the hackers used the website of the High School Affiliated to the Academy of Fine Arts to commit crimes remotely. I am responsible for the hacking incident, and I hope Principal Leng will keep it secret."

"Luo Yu, I leave it to you."

……

It's ten past seven.

Chu Xia buttoned his black baseball cap slightly lower and walked into the campus.

With her schoolbag on her back, she lowered her head slightly and walked unhurriedly, her black jade eyes under the brim of her hat were extremely agile.

There are not many students on campus, a young man wearing the school uniform attached to the Academy of Fine Arts has sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his temperament is pulling past her. Several girls on the opposite side looked at the young man in surprise, and then greeted him blushing: "Young Master Wu, it's so early!"

It was Wu Bo, one of the three lowly guests in Class 201.

When Wu Bo surpassed Xia Chu, his normally dark eyes did not stay for a moment, and his long legs hurried past.

In early summer to class 201.

Wu Bo arrived at the school early, and the principal looked for him.

"Xiao Bo, come in." Leng Chan's eyes fell on Wu Bo's face, with a gentle expression: "We have breakfast."

"I've eaten." Wu Bo put away his usual carelessness at this moment: "Grandpa, why are you looking for me so urgently?"

Leng Chan, a domestic surrealist painter, has devoted himself to education for decades.

The family behind Wu Bo is a bigwig in the entertainment industry. Even though Wu Bo's mother has gone abroad after divorce, everyone in the family is respectful in front of Grandpa Leng Chan.

Wu Bo, who grew up in such a family, has an extremely rebellious personality and is surprisingly outstanding, which makes Leng Chan worry about his grandson a lot.

"Aren't you going to disband your Sanjiao club this semester?" Leng Chan held a cup of tea and pondered, "I'm in my third year of high school, and I'm about to face the college entrance examination. Whether I'm going abroad or going to the Academy of Fine Arts, I have to be single-minded."

"Keep it, it won't affect your study." Wu Bo said concisely and insisted on himself.

Leng Chan frowned: "Recently, the attached middle school is not quiet, so pay attention to your small club, so as not to be used by others."

Wu Bo looked at Leng Chan in surprise: "Who dares?"

Principal Leng looked at such a grandson and wanted him to be obedient, but he was unwilling to interfere too much, so as not to arouse his resentment.

After all, Wu Bo used to...

After thinking about it, Leng Chan changed the subject: "What do you think of the early Xia who just arrived in class 201?"

early summer?

When mentioning the beginning of Xia, Wu Bo didn't speak.

Leng Chan added: "Chu Xia enrolled through the Talent Program. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be expelled directly to the Academy of Fine Arts for further study. You can get in touch with her more and get rid of it. If you can find a good match, I have no objection to your falling in love now. "

Oh?
Wu Bo raised his head in surprise, and looked at Grandpa Leng Chan.

A pair of cold and proud eyes, with a burning charm.

He was very surprised that his grandfather Leng Chan said such words to him early in the morning, and his raised eyebrows and eyes were full of surprise: "Grandpa, do you say you have no objection to my dating with Xia Chu?"

On the first day he met Xia Chu outside the school gate, Second Sister Qin and Cheng Yang stepped forward to provoke him out of fun, and he saw Xia Chu's extraordinary skills with his own eyes.

He knew that Xiachu's paintings were good, better than Muye's, which caused Muye's doubts, and forced his grandfather to give in, allowing Muye and Ran Doukou to join class 201.

He didn't know why grandpa protected Xia Chu like this, he wanted to know the reason.

"It's rare in the world that Xia Chu's paintings can inherit my painting style." As for the fact that Xia Chu's paintings became a blockbuster and gained a high international reputation, Leng Chan didn't say anything.

"Even if her painting can inherit your painting style, you can just accept her as your favorite student, and you won't let me fall in love with her." Wu Bo felt that there were other reasons, and continued:
"Grandpa knows that I was kidnapped by those people when I was 12 years old. If it wasn't for Ran Doukou, I would have lost my life. Ran Doukou became a teacher of Mr. Wei and won a national award. His painting skills should also be in the eyes of grandpa."

When Wu Bo said this, Leng Chan's face darkened: "Wu Bo, you still have to be obsessed with it. Do you know the relationship between Ran Doukou and that kid from the Mu family?"

"I know, we are brothers and sisters to worship Wei Lin together with Muye."

Principal Leng looked at the extremely stubborn grandson in front of him: "It's good that you know."

When Wu Bo said this, Leng Chan knew that he couldn't force him. Xia Chu was his most proud student, and Wu Bo was his grandson who loved him the most. He originally wanted to hand over all his career to Xia Chu. When Wu Bo develops into a pair, it will be more perfect, but unfortunately...

Forget it, he only has this one grandson, and he has a stubborn personality, so he can't force it.

Leng Chan put down his teacup: "It's okay, I didn't think carefully about this matter. You, Xia Chu and Ran Doukou are both in class 201. You can get to know them all. Don't be stubborn. Most of the time, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true." of."

Wu Bo didn't agree or disapprove, and took him out the door.

He didn't see it, and Leng Chan shook his head slightly disappointed. Although his grandson is proud and cold, his vision needs to be improved.

I hope to see the shining place in early summer next.

Leaving the principal's office, the corners of Wu Bo's mouth, which had been tense all the time, relaxed slightly.

Xia Chu is his grandpa's favorite successor. Grandpa hopes that in the future, Xia Chu's identity will not only be the successor, but also have an inseparable relationship with the Leng family.

Unfortunately, he decided on Ran Doukou, which disappointed Grandpa.

Four or ten minutes before class time, when Xia Chu passed by the studio on the first floor, he saw the neatly arranged drawing boards inside.

There was no painting class in the morning schedule, and the whole studio on the first floor was quiet, with no one there.

Xia Chu pushed open the door of a studio, and there were more than 20 large drawing boards supported, and she saw at a glance that paper was sandwiched between the drawing boards placed in the center of the studio.

There are unfinished paintings on the paper, but they are waste paintings.

There are unwritten rules in the painting world. If the drawn thing is not satisfactory, the painter can draw a thick cross on it with a black pen, marking it as a failed product and a waste painting.

It should be a failed work practiced by a classmate last night, and I forgot to discard it.

Xia Chu walked to the drawing board, looked at it for a while, then naturally picked up the black pencil next to it, and drew along the thick cross marks on the paper.