My Sister is Fuji

What a steal!

Someone was holding a painting in his hand, and the painting was part of Fujiang's face, and he said reluctantly, "Who is the woman in the painting!"

The whole class looked at Qiuming, and all the focus was on him.

"Hey...hehe..." Qiu Ming laughed strangely and said loudly, "I drew Fujiang!"

All the classmates were stunned and whispered.

"Who is Fu Jiang?"

"never heard before."

"Other classes, is there this person?"

"..."

"No!" cried a certain girl who had just chewed on Xiaohui's tongue, pointing at Xiaohui and saying, "It's not Fujiang, it's Xiaohui that Qiu Ming painted!"

The eyes of the whole class were focused on Xiao Hui, and the frenzied eyes made Xiao Hui drop her head in fear.

"No, the woman in the painting is a little more beautiful!"

"Xiaohui doesn't have a mole either!"

"That woman seems to be in good shape."

Another girl chewing on Xiaohui's tongue said, "Have you forgotten? The face shape and nose are all like Xiaohui! What Fujiang was made up by Qiu Ming, he likes Xiaohui, it's not that you don't know!"

When the girl said this, the whole class thought about it carefully, it seemed like this.

In fact, the girl who framed Xiaohui as Fujiang didn't know if her face was very similar. She just talked nonsense. Anyway, the painting had been torn off.

The whole class looked at Xiaohui excitedly, everyone tore up the half-painted paintings and began to draw Xiaohui's paintings.

"Little Hui face up!"

"Xiaohui look this way!"

"Xiaohui..."

Xiaohui's face was contorted in horror, and everyone at the front table stared straight at her.

"what--"

Xiaohui couldn't bear it any longer, she held her head in her hands, and cried out in horror.

"It wasn't Xiao Hui who drew it, it was me." Su Mu spoke in a low voice, but he could hear it clearly in the eerie and heavy classroom.

Everyone looked over in unison, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Isn't Qiu Ming's painting of a girl?

"It's very similar, I joked that if I had an older sister or younger sister, it would look similar to me, but I didn't expect Qiuming to actually draw it." Su Mu pointed to the tear mole at the corner of his eye, "It's just that my name is here. He drew it upside down." He whispered to Qiuming in private, "If you want to see Fujiang, just do as I say."

Qiu Ming slowly turned his head one by one, with a weird smile on his face: "Hey, yes."

Hearing Qiuming's admission, everyone was surprised. If you look closely, they are indeed surprisingly similar. They look really similar. Maybe the woman in the painting was really drawn with Su Mu's template?

Everyone's sanity has been lost, all they want is to paint a picture, and they don't care who is on the picture.

"Su Mu, look up!"

"Su Mu, take a look here, just take a look!"

"Su Mu..."

……

In this way, the art teacher received a group of the most bizarre paintings ever.

Using clumsy painting skills, try to depict the desire in the heart.

The person in the painting seems to have two faces, like Xiaohui and Su Mu, combined together, it is like two kinds of paint mixed into another color - Fujiang.

Who is this mysterious woman?

This is not what an art teacher can know.

"Fujiang?" The art teacher murmured, looking at them one by one, only two paintings were out of place.

One is Su Mu's painting, the person in the painting is Xiaohui, you can see it at a glance, unlike other people's paintings, it takes a long time to identify.

Xiaohui in the painting showed the most beautiful smile, and stretched out an index finger on both hands, as if trying to evoke something.

Another painting is Lin Jiayin's painting.In the painting, Xiaohui sheds tears from one eye and turns into a mole, but a kind and stubborn smile appears on her face.

After reading it, the art teacher was speechless for a long time, and the fear and enthusiasm left in his eyes slowly subsided.

Perhaps, it is love and smiles that can overcome Fujiang's twisted emotions.

Chapter 26 The Mist

Chapter 26 The Mist

After the art get out of class, the students finished their paintings and handed them over to the art teacher.

The students seemed to be back to normal, without the weird frenzy just now, happily walking around and chatting.