A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Zhuang Shen frowned and turned his head, saying word by word: "Boyfriend?"

"Well," Shen Wen nodded calmly, "Male friend, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Shen clenched his fist.

He wanted to punch down to let this person know how to speak well, but seeing that this was at Shen Wen's house and there were people around him, so he kept his temper.

The surprised look on the face of the girl next to her suddenly disappeared, obviously she took it seriously just now.

She sat on the sofa opposite and looked at Shen Wen, not very happy: "I knew you were lying to me, Shen Wen, why are you dating me? You are seventeen, and after this year you will never You can't fall in love early, if you don't promise me, you will have no chance."

The girl's voice was high-pitched and soft, and the declaration of pursuit was so bold that Zhuang Shen even raised his eyelids to look at her.

It takes a lot of courage to say this.

It is obviously not the first time Shen Wen has dealt with this situation.

"So I don't fall in love early, I have to study hard." He looked very serious, and met Shang Zhuang's deep gaze, and asked, "Is it?"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

It's a head, skipping more classes than him.

The girl frowned slightly, but she was not discouraged: "Forget it, you study hard, then I will wait for you to go to university."

Shen Wen pressed his eyebrows, feeling a little worried, and then said: "Lin Yan, there is someone next to me, save me? Let's end this topic."

Lin Yan stood up, looked at Zhuang Shen who was completely out of the situation without moving, and then said to Shen Wen: "Your grandfather asked you to go back. You haven't been home for a semester. He wants to see you."

Shen Wen lowered his eyes and said lightly: "En."

After sending people away, Shen Wen stood in front of the easel and stared at the canvas for several minutes before calling Shang Zhuang Shen: "Continue today."

The day passed quickly, before leaving, Shen Wen said to Zhuang Shen: "This painting is almost finished, when do you want to leave? I will see you off when the time comes."

"No, I'll go back by myself." Zhuang Shen said, "If you have any questions, please contact me on the phone."

Zhuang Shen quickly refused, and Shen Wen knew that he couldn't change his mind, so he agreed: "Then our cooperation is over, [-] per day, and it will be sent to your card before one o'clock."

Zhuang Shen originally wanted to go back alone, but after Zhuang Chenxu heard the news, he immediately put off work and drove him to the airport himself.

It was past nine o'clock when I arrived at the school. As soon as Zhuang Shen entered the dormitory, he saw a large box in front of the door. He opened it and found that there were paints and paints neatly placed inside.

Zhuang Shen didn't forget to help Qiu Ling, and he had almost decided what to draw during this time.

He pushed the big box aside to start painting tomorrow, just in time to finish the task before the holidays were over.

Zhuang Shen came out of the shower, turned on his mobile phone to do the quizzes in a bored way.

He hadn't looked at this software much before, so he found the college entrance examination sprint question bank and started to brush it. Now that he has almost finished brushing the question bank, he is a bit boring.

He glanced down and saw something else.

Double PK.

Zhuang Shen paused with his fingertips and pressed down.

Not long after, someone in the school group sent a few screenshots.

[What's the matter today, boss?Why not fight alone and suddenly come to the fish pond to fry fish?I have matched him three times!Is he still human? 】

There are ten questions in a two-person PK game. Whoever finishes first wins and can start a new round of challenges.

Although the slow side will not be forced to quit, but if the opponent is too fast, it is simply an insult to the soul.

【What? ! !He is in the PK bureau?The old lady is here! ! ! 】

[Stop chatting, I'm going to match too]

[Fuck?I got a match just now, and after answering three questions, I looked up, and he answered all of them? ?Or all right? ? ? 】

[Only when I saw his figure on the practice pass, I could clearly realize that Mr. Shen and I go to the same school]

[But don't you think that he has been appearing frequently in school recently?It didn’t appear a few times in the last semester]

[I also found out, and I went in and out with the school belle]

[School belle?who? 】

[Zhuang Shen's votes have been soaring since last night, who else but him]

[It's a waste for these two people to sit at the same table, I should share one of them]

[Anyone with a peanut? 】

At noon the day before the end of the National Day holiday, Qiu Ling asked Zhuang Shen to meet at a restaurant.

He received the painting from Zhuang Shen in the morning, and his excitement has been maintained since then.

Qiu Ling couldn't help but look at the boy sitting opposite.

He sat calmly on the carved mahogany chair, his eyebrows were delicate, and his drooping eyelashes left a faint shadow on his skin.

The appearance makes people dare not approach.

Qiu Ling retracted his gaze in admiration. He was so unarrogant and impetuous, as expected of the talent he was looking for!

"I've seen your paintings, and I can't find any faults in terms of tone, composition, and emotion." Qiu Ling was very emotional, and looked at him with a very kind look: "Especially the feelings, the personal feelings are very strong."

He couldn't help boasting again: "The brushwork is also very unrestrained and unrestrained, which is a good thing. How many years have you been painting gouache?"

Judging from the bold brush strokes and bold colors on it, it seems that it is an old hand.

Zhuang Shen put down his teacup unhurriedly: "It was my first contact yesterday."

Qiu Ling: "..."

He suspected that he was old and had auditory hallucinations, and asked in disbelief, "You said just now that you drew for the first time yesterday?"

Zhuang Shen let out a "hmm".

The light-colored pupils are clean and clear, and it seems that they are not lying.

Qiu Ling lived for half his life, and cultivated himself very calmly, but it was the first time that his fingers trembled when he was startled by a single sentence.

What kind of talent does this have to be able to draw a work that can impress even him for the first time?

He took a sip of tea to subdue his shock, and he couldn't hide the trembling in his words: "Xiao Zhuang, it's a waste of your talent not to come and learn painting, you really have no interest? As long as you open your mouth, I will make a tailor-made arrangement for you right away." The teaching plan, with very little professional knowledge, mainly takes you out to collect folk songs and create more..."

Zhuang Shen listened to him quietly before replying, "Sorry, Teacher Qiu."

Qiu Ling sighed.

Who would have thought that there would be someone in this world who would refuse his invitation?

He has seen many people who are eager for quick success and seek him to gain connections to join the Artists Association, and there are also many people who want to go further with love.

But I was still excited: "Then can I still buy paintings from you in the future?"

"Check the time," Zhuang Shen said slowly, "I can help you when you have time."

Qiu Ling smiled gratifiedly.

Zhuang Shen's hands are incomparably precious, as long as he is willing to paint, that's a good thing!

"I'll transfer the money to you later. I'm going to put this painting on the auction, and the money from the auction will be used for Hope Primary School. What do you think?" Qiu Ling asked his opinion.

Zhuang Shen has no objection: "Yes."

Qiu Ling thought of his only apprentice, Shen Wen.

He really wanted to get to know the two of them, but unfortunately, one was stubborn and refused to come, and the other was too cold and uninterested.

Otherwise, how good would it be for the two to complement each other?

On the first day of school, the class was filled with the joy left over from the holiday.

Zhuang Shen walked in through the back door. The classroom was noisier than when it was going to be on vacation. The short distance to the seat was similar to the conversation: "Hey, have you finished your physics homework? Let me copy it!" , "Who the hell stole my energy again?", "Hurry up, hurry up, let's start another game before Lao Xu comes in!", "Did you watch yesterday's variety show? I really like it..."

As soon as Zhuang Shen took his seat, Jiang Huai in the front row turned around and asked him, "Have you finished your homework?"

Zhuang Shen: "?"

Jiang Huai looked at him and asked, "Surely it's over?"

Zhuang Shen: "Well, what?"

Jiang Huai: "If you finish it, you must have copied the answer. Let me copy it quickly. Do you have math? There are still two people in front of me, so it's too late!"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

Zhuang Shen handed him all his homework.

In line with the attitude that the second year of high school is rounded up to the third year of high school, and the third year of high school is rounded up to the upcoming college entrance examination, there are more than five test papers for every subject in the National Day homework.

Zhuang Shen was idle and bored, and spent half a day finishing his homework.

The number seems to be large, but except for a few topics, it is not difficult in general.

Jiang Huai took his test paper, was very moved, and said to send out his invitation: "Thank you brother, when my mother sends me money, I will take you to have a big meal!"

Under Zhuang Shen's sudden surprise, Jiang Huai copied more than half of each subject before the morning self-study started. Looking at the students around him who were still making up their homework, he was very leisurely.

He turned around and started chatting, "I heard that you have been a model for Brother Wen. What does the painting look like?"

Zhuang Shen swiped his phone slowly, and said lightly, "I don't know."

Jiang Huai: "..."

The topic can't go on.

Everyone was making noise, and suddenly a small area in the front row was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Jiang Huai looked up, frowned, and whispered, "Fan Sheng? He came back to class?"

At the front door, a tall, slightly dark-skinned boy with a short cut came in with a baggy schoolbag on one shoulder.

Many people in the class looked up at him.

Fan Sheng was still the same as before, with a lofty expression on his face, and he walked with wind.

He seems quite satisfied with everyone's attitude towards him.

He threw his schoolbag on the table and looked up at the last row.

Zhuang Shen lowered his head, his expression was unclear, but he obviously didn't pay attention to him.

Fan Sheng gave a low "cut", pulled out his chair and sat back.

In a small group of more than a dozen people in the class, everyone discussed silently.

[Fan Sheng actually came to class! 】

[I heard from the third class that Zhuang Ruoying hasn't come to school yet, I don't know what's going on]

[I thought Fan Sheng would be expelled from school due to the previous incident and the online violence on the forum, but I didn't expect that he won this battle]

Xu Xuehai walked into the classroom with a book, swept it down with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Everyone has a very good study atmosphere, the monthly exam will be in a few days, keep it up!"

There were complaints from below: "Why is it the monthly exam so soon?"

"If you don't mention the monthly exam, you can talk about anything."

"I'm already looking forward to the sports meeting. The monthly exam is coming. Can the sports meeting be far behind?"

Xu Xuehai smiled and said: "Okay, everyone pack up and go to the playground to prepare for the flag-raising ceremony. Today's meeting may be rather long, so you can bring a vocabulary book, ancient documents, etc. and listen and study."

Those who haven't finished copying their homework can only take their papers and pens and go downstairs.

As soon as Zhuang Shen got up, he saw Fan Sheng standing at the back door, in front of the blackboard newspaper.

Zhuang Shen glanced at him and wanted to leave without expression, but Fan Sheng stepped up and stood in front of him.

"Do you think you're pretty good?" Fan Sheng lowered his head, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "I just drew a blackboard poster, and I really take myself seriously."

"Being Shen Wen's running dog is different. In a blink of an eye, my younger brother will turn against him." He stared at Zhuang Shen fiercely, lowered his voice, and taunted viciously: "His thighs still hug..."

"I don't know if his thigh is good to hug."

Fan Sheng wanted to say something more, but Zhuang Shen raised his eyes suddenly, and the coldness on his face was about to turn into substance: "But if you say one more word, you won't want your legs anymore."

The author has something to say: Shen Wen: If you don’t know, you can hug now:D

ps Lin Yan has a driving effect on the following plot lines (it has nothing to do with the protagonist's emotional line)