A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

At this time, get out of class was over, everyone packed their things, and many people went out.

Shen Wen's gaze was just a casual glance, and he happened to see the wall facing the gate.

The best homework in class will be posted on the wall by the teacher.

Shen Wen had been to this studio before, and remembered that there were a few paintings on it, in his opinion, the paintings were very ordinary.

But at this moment today, he saw a new painting.

There are very few paintings that can catch his eyes, and it is the first time for Shen Wen to come across a painting that catches his eye in this studio.

Although it is the simplest and dull animal model, the picture is extremely lively.

The education model of the Art Association is much easier than that of ordinary studios. Teachers will not require students to learn routine painting methods, and often they are free-ranging and then unilaterally instructed.

Maybe it's because I learned from other studios before, but most people's paintings are still very stiff.

Except for this new painting, which was so incompatible with the style in the studio, it was so strong that he was drawn to it just by looking at it.

Who is the artist?

According to the previous level in the studio, it is impossible for someone to suddenly improve to this level.

Shen Wen took a look, walked to the first floor, and asked the front desk: "Are there any new students joining this year?"

"No," said the front desk lady, "we haven't recruited new ones this year."

That picture should be from the teacher.

Shen Wen figured it out and left it behind.

Zhuang Shen went out from the back door of the studio, and said goodbye to Qiu Ling before leaving.

Qiu Ling poured him a cup of tea, and beckoned him to come and sit down: "I have sent your painting away just now, and I will tell you the whereabouts of this painting after the auction is over." Are you happy painting?"

Zhuang Shen held up the tea ceremony: "It's okay."

Qiu Ling looked at him kindly: "In the future, you can come and play often when you have time. I greeted the front desk. Although you have not joined our art association, you can come in and out as you like."

He tentatively said again: "As long as you have an idea to join, just tell me, and I will help you with the formalities at any time."

Zhuang Shen took a sip of tea, hummed lightly, and his face didn't have much emotion.

Qiu Ling sighed regretfully.

During self-study on Monday morning, Zhao Xiaoxia accepted the homework of their group as usual, and when Zhuang Shen received the last one, he was just sorting out the papers normally, but was surprised.

Zhuang Shen's homework for the six subjects is neat and tidy. With a quick glance, every test paper is fully written, unlike before, where he just copied and filled in the blanks perfunctorily.

It's all written, full, and finished!

Zhao Xiaoxia deliberately compared the answers, and the correct rate was quite high.

She wondered, "Have you finally started studying hard?"

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes: "Yes."

Jiang Huai also heard this sentence, he turned around and said, "Ah? You want to study hard? Did I hear you right?"

The bottom one in the whole grade threatened to study hard. For Jiang Huai, Zhuang Shen was a traitor among their students.

"No?" There was a book slumped on Zhuang Shen's desk, and the pen was held between his slender, white fingers.

Those eyes with beautiful contours were very indifferent, and such a casual glance made people dare not resist him at all.

Jiang Huai clasped his fists immediately: "Okay, Brother Shen, you can do it! Then Tsinghua University and Peking University will let you choose!"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

After Zhao Xiaoxia delivered her homework, she came back and asked Zhuang Shen: "Our school will hold a school celebration soon, can you join the art group and help draw together?"

Zhuang Shen asked, "What are you painting?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. A few students in the class who can draw will work together and want to ask you for help." Zhao Xiaoxia replied cautiously, "Is it possible?"

Zhuang Shen agreed to her and continued to read with his head down.

Ma Pingchun came in with textbooks. Seeing that the class bell rang, and there was still a lot of noise underneath, he frowned in disgust and opened the lesson plans: "Tell me about the last few homeworks. What are you doing? Even those who copied the original text Some people deliberately missed homework, Hu Hong, Cao Wei... you guys re-submitted the copied homework for me, and... Zhuang Shen, I didn't hand in the homework last time, you made it up for me and handed it in today! "

Her voice was much lower than before, but she couldn't suppress the anger in her words.

"I handed in the homework last time." Zhuang Shen's plain voice came to the podium.

Ma Pingchun paused, looked towards the back row, and couldn't hide his disgust in his eyes: "I didn't see your homework, you can hand in another copy to me tomorrow."

At this time, Zhao Xiaoxia in front also raised her hand: "Mr. Ma, Zhuang Shen has handed in homework on time during this time."

The expression on Ma Pingchun's face froze, but he still insisted on his opinion: "I didn't get his homework approved, anyway, Zhuang Shen handed in a new one for me!"

Zhuang Shen put down the signature pen he was holding, his eyes were cold: "My homework has been completed and it has been placed in your office. It is your fault that it was not approved."

"You...!" Ma Pingchun wanted to smash the book and scold him again.

But thinking of the vice principal's warning, he took a deep breath, opened the book and ignored him.

Another boy spoke from below: "I copied all my copying homework, why should I do it again? It should be your perfunctory batching of homework."

His tone was quite aggressive.

Ma Pingchun couldn't hold back his face because of what he said, and frowned: "I read all the homework, you missed a paragraph!"

The boy stood up suddenly: "I'll go to the office to find it and show everyone. Is it your fault or mine."

Ma Pingchun was so angry that he couldn't control himself, and threw the book in his hand on the table: "Okay, you go out now, this class will be considered absent! You don't have to come back!"

"Stab --" a sound.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

In the last row, Zhuang Shen stood up.

Facing Ma Pingchun, the light-colored pupils did not back down.

"I'm also looking for my homework." He left a sentence and walked out through the back door.

Ma Pingchun's eyes widened, and then he smiled sarcastically: "Okay, you guys go, it's better to go!"

She felt that the two were not convinced and deliberately confronted her.

As soon as these two people left, the classroom exploded instantly, and the classroom was as noisy as the end of get out of class.

"Fuck, they are so handsome!"

"So they're going to the old hag's office to get a job?"

"If it were me, I would smash her desk and call her so arrogant!"

Ma Pingchun used to not only attend their class to perfunctory, but also to do homework assignments.

She felt that the tenth class was just muddy and couldn't support the wall, and it was useless to teach, except for a few with good grades, most of the homework was written and approved.

After the principal came last time, the Chinese class of their class has kept up with the progress, but the homework is still the same as before.

So when those two people refuted Ma Pingchun just now, they did not stand on Ma Pingchun's side.

She must have missed it again, and deliberately took her temper out on them!

Ma Pingchun had a fierce expression, and patted the table: "What's the noise! ​​Quiet!"

No one pays attention to her.

Speaking of which, they were relatively quiet in class before, partly because of Zhuang Shen.

Zhuang Shen doesn't like noise, every time there is noise in the classroom, he feels cold all over.

After everyone found out about this, they would subconsciously look at him when they spoke, and if his expression was too cold, they would deliberately lower their voices.

After all, Ma Pingchun's prestige is not as good as Zhuang Shen's.

In the office, as soon as the two walked towards Ma Pingchun's desk, Xu Xuehai realized something was wrong and asked them: "What's the matter, aren't you in class now?"

The boy named Cao Wei gave a brief account of the time.

Xu Xuehai disagreed: "Then you can't leave the teacher's class so casually."

Cao Wei said angrily: "Every time she approves our class's homework, she is very perfunctory! She is very casual, but she always scolds us with the grades. She misread the homework several times and deliberately blamed us!"

Xu Xuehai sighed, and stood up: "I'll help you find homework, you go back to class."

Cao Wei was not happy: "I won't go back, she said that we have skipped class after leaving the classroom, and we are not allowed to enter again after we leave the classroom."

Xu Xuehai was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Ma Pingchun to do this, he couldn't wait any longer, and said: "Don't move, I'll talk to Teacher Ma."

Ma Pingchun continued to teach in the classroom at this time, and few people in the audience listened to her, and her speech became more and more perfunctory.

When Xu Xuehai arrived, the atmosphere in Class Ten was extremely gloomy.

He knocked on the door and let Ma Pingchun come out: "Mr. Ma, can you tell students that they don't need to go back to class if they are absent from class? How much does this hurt the students' hearts."

Ma Pingchun thought there was something important, so he raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, and said sarcastically: "These students are just too used to being self-centered in everything. They don't want to attend the class. What can I do? Why don't I let them go anyway? Staying in the class won't do any good!"

Xu Xuehai had a headache: "You can't say that, and since they said they handed in their homework, maybe you accidentally didn't get it..."

Ma Pingchun turned his face and said angrily: "What do you mean I didn't get the approval? They just didn't do their homework like that, and they want to blame me! Teacher Xu, I advise you not to use this too gentle way to teach students, otherwise Sooner or later, they will climb on top of you!"

Xu Xuehai shook his head, seeing that Ma Pingchun was stubborn, he could only say: "This matter is definitely not what you said, they will not lie."

Ma Pingchun has just been put on by the students, and now he is being educated by Xu Xuehai, feeling irritable: "If it weren't for Principal Chen's face, I would have reasoned with them a long time ago, and I am holding back now, Teacher Xu, you don't know How disobedient they are in class, full of lies..."

"We lie a lot, so what is it?" A voice interrupted her.

Ma Pingchun and Xu Xuehai turned their heads to look.

Zhuang Shen held his test paper in his hand, his light-colored pupils reflected the light pouring from outside.

Cao Wei also came from behind and opened his homework book: "My copying homework is not missing a word, you can take a good look at it yourself?"

He got all over Ma Pingchun's face, and Ma Pingchun took a step back.

"You really turned over my desk?!" Ma Pingchun thought at the time that the two of them were just trying to show her face and didn't want to go to class.

In her heart, the two of them were lying and refused to admit their mistakes.

It is also a pretense to go to the office to look for test papers. The two of them just haven't finished their homework. Where can they find the homework?

As a result, Zhuang Shen actually found a test paper, which was full of writing.

Ma Pingchun was so angry that he pulled Cao Wei's test paper and looked down carefully.

There is really nothing left to write!

Ma Pingchun scanned both sides in disbelief, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

She never expected that these two people would slap her in the face so quickly!

Standing aside, Xu Xuehai naturally saw the truth of the whole matter clearly.

He reassured: "Mr. Ma, let me just say, they won't lie."

Ma Pingchun has been angry in the tenth class for too long, and now he doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong: "I just said something wrong. Look at their attitude now?"

Zhuang Shen looked at her with a half-smile: "You don't believe us, and you don't want to admit your mistakes. Is your attitude very good?"

Ma Pingchun choked on him and couldn't speak.

At this time, the people sitting by the window also began to discuss loudly: "Didn't you say that there is no homework before? Now Zhuang Shen has found out the homework and is still blaming him."

"Every homework is a batch, and I don't know if I have read it carefully."

Every word in the classroom was addressed to Ma Pingchun, and she was so angry that her fingers were shaking.

"You guys have the lowest grades in the exam, what qualifications do you have to contradict the teacher?!" Ma Pingchun glanced at Zhuang Shen: "You, did you feel very proud of the zero score in the last monthly exam? Ah?"

Zhuang Shen stood in the corridor without moving, without embarrassment at all, with a calm and composed look, as if he was watching a joke about Ma Pingchun.

"I have worked so hard to teach for so long, and you still don't know how to be grateful," Ma Pingchun said with sarcasm in his eyes, "If it weren't for Principal Chen's face, I couldn't bear it. If I have been taking your class, which teacher would be willing to come? ?”

Xu Xuehai frowned slightly: "Mr. Ma, what do you mean..."

Ma Pingchun snorted coldly: "I didn't want to take this class for a long time, but I couldn't find a suitable teacher to replace me, otherwise I still need to stay in this class?!"

The people in the class were even more noisy, and they all started booing.

"Then stop teaching!"

"Listen to me, stop doing it!"

"It's better to learn by yourself, thinking how powerful she is."

Ma Pingchun's forehead twitched because of this group of people. As a teacher, the students not only disrespected her, but laughed at her!

It's all because of the good looks brought out by these mouse shit in the class!

She stared at Zhuang Shen, and said word by word: "Your grades, even if you change the teacher, it's useless! I'll tell the principal right away, this is the teacher you want to change!"

A Chinese class ended with a lot of noise and noise.

After Zhuang Shen sat back in his seat, the voice in the class dropped two tones.

Zhuang Shen, no matter whether he is hating people or reading books, always looks like he is neither salty nor indifferent, he really is a big boss.

They didn't dare to disturb Zhuang Shen, they just talked in a low voice.

When get out of class was over, students in the class who participated in the school celebration painting came to find Zhuang Shen.

Duan Nianwei was also in the team.

Duan Nianwei explained the last surveillance incident to the people around her, and insisted that she was led astray by Ge Ming.

And that night Ge Ming's tone was aggressive, Duan Nianwei only answered in a low voice, and everyone thought there was nothing wrong with her.

The blackboard newspaper designed by Duan Nianwei was destroyed, and it is inevitable to be sad. In that case, it is easy to be misled by others.

Her class committee position also changed, and everyone even sympathized with her.

Several other students said to Zhuang Shen: "We are drawing a half-open gouache this time, and Duan Nianwei is in charge of the overall design. Can you participate in the modification and painting?"

Zhuang Shen agreed.

They said again: "That's good! After we discuss what to draw, I will show you the draft."

As soon as they approached Zhuang Shen, they were a little embarrassed to see that face, and left after saying a few words casually.

Duan Nianwei was distracted when he thought of the business card Qiu Ling gave him at the corner of the stairs that day.

No one chose to reject this invitation after seeing such a big temptation from the Artists Association. At least in her opinion, this kind of opportunity must be seized.

She has been paying attention to the situation of the Artists Association, and there are no new members in it.

So Zhuang Shen wasn't actually taken by Master Qiu?

Duan Nianwei felt a little better.

Shen Wen, who disappeared for a day during evening self-study, returned to elementary school, knocked on the door of Zhuang Shen's dormitory and applied medicine to him.

Zhuang Shen just finished a pk match.

His ranking has reached the top [-], and he can be called the player with the fastest progress in the entire duel pk competition.

Except for professional players, no one else has seen this kind of speed.

Just like the non-professional player W is also very strong from the beginning, and no one has played from the last place.

So Zhuang Shen's appearance gave them a dose of chicken blood!

If he can, maybe I can too!

The number of people in Zhuang Shen's live broadcast room is also increasing.

He signed a contract with the platform. I don’t know if it’s because of the high salary level in this world. He only needs to live broadcast for half an hour a day, and he can get 1 yuan a month.

Zhuang Shen doesn't broadcast too much, and live broadcasts for about half an hour to two hours a day.

Many people howled under the barrage:

[Other anchors work twelve hours a day, but you end up in less than two hours? 】

[The voice is so nice that I don't need to say a few more words, if you say one more word, I'll smash an extra gift! 】

[Anchor: No intention of making money, only playing pk]

Shen Wen came in from the outside and said, "The medicine has been applied."

Zhuang Shen stopped what he was doing, and turned off the game and the live broadcast room.

Floating on the screen last:

[The anchor's boyfriend is here again? 】

[If you don’t play games, it’s the same as sending out dog food live broadcast, manual dog head]

After Shen Wen took the medicine on time during this period, the skin on Zhuang Shen's arm was almost healed.

Shen Wen left a jar of green ointment behind: "Apply it once in the morning and evening, it won't leave scars."

The medicine box is full of English words, and the medicine inside looks like ceramics, and the design is very beautiful.

He thought that only girls would buy this kind of thing.

Shen Wen is indeed a refined person.

Shen Wen remembered Jiang Huai's circle of friends today, and asked, "Ma Pingchun is bothering you again?"

"My test paper was caught in the homework book, and she thought I didn't hand it in, so she got angry." Zhuang Shenjian said, "But the reason why she doesn't want to teach is more than this."

Shen Wen glanced at him thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Are you free tonight?"

Zhuang Shen looked away from the phone and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"There is an auction, I have an extra ticket here, let's go and have a look together?" Shen Wen took out the invitation letter and showed it to him, "If no one goes with me, I will stay here and teach you how to make today's Math question."

Zhuang Shen: "..."

He didn't want to hear Shen Wen use five ways of thinking to solve a question that he could see the answer in a second.

Zhuang Shen accepted the invitation: "Go."

At 07:30 in the evening, the two entered the auction venue.

Their position was on the right side of the second floor, with a good view. The two sat facing a small table with a machine for price bidding on it.

The people who entered the venue included Chinese and foreigners, all of whom had extraordinary auras.

Zhuang Shen knew this was a charity auction before coming here.

The waiter brought tea and snacks, and the auction quickly entered the theme.

Shen Wen lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Just say what you like, money is not a problem."

Zhuang Shen turned his body sideways and didn't speak.

At the beginning, there were a few calligraphy and paintings. The author was quite well-known in the industry. Seeing the host's hot introduction, Zhuang Shen took a second look.

After looking at a few pictures, Zhuang Shen began to wander absent-mindedly.

"If you're bored, you can talk to the people over there and go out for a walk," Shen Wen said lazily, commenting casually, "I heard that there are good paintings this time, probably later."

Zhuang Shen couldn't be bothered to read on, so he stood up.

The host at the bottom began a new round of introduction: "...This painting is highly recommended by the master of the Artists Association. The title of the work is "Desolation", the author is anonymous, and the starting price is 20."

Zhuang Shen paused, looked down at the big screen below, and stayed there for a long time.

Above is the painting he gave to Qiu Ling!

On the screen, there is a large piece of crazily growing wild grass, with a reckless posture. Behind the blue-blue mountains in the distance, a ray of light is reflected, sprinkled on the gray picture, making the picture that should be suppressed by the atmosphere instantly full of vigorous hope.

The moment they saw the painting, those who didn't want to compete were stunned.

This picture actually faintly outlines some dark past events in their hearts, but it is not depressing. They even feel that this painting tells them that after the darkness is over, there is hope.

It's like the heart that has been hit by wind and rain, at this moment, it is suddenly illuminated by something.

It was clearly an unknown painting, and the people below immediately began bidding.

"30 million once!"

"35 million!"

"60 once! 60 twice..."

"Box No. 70 is [-]!"

Zhuang Shen looked away, he just didn't react.

Although he knew that his painting was auctioned by Qiu Ling, but with so many auctions, he didn't think Qiu Ling would be so bold as to take his painting here.

On the other hand, Shen Wen saw that his reaction was abnormal, his eyes stayed on the painting below, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Zhuang Shen immediately said: "I don't like it."

Shen Wen: "Yes."

With an inexplicable smile, he turned his eyes back to the screen below.

Zhuang Shen continued to add: "Ugly, not worth buying."

The smile in Shen Wen's eyes deepened.

His deskmate explained the duplicity thoroughly.

He was quite indifferent before, but when he saw the painting just now, his eyes were straightened and he said it was not good-looking.

"I think it's pretty good-looking," Shen Wen said slowly, "From the screen design to the overall tone, they are all the type I like."

Zhuang Shen: "..."

Shen Wen tapped his fingers on the table, and continued: "It happens that my studio lacks a landscape painting, it's suitable to hang it, what do you think?"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

At this time, the host's voice came up clearly again.

"320 million for box three! 320 million once! 320 million twice! 320 million..."

This painting sold more than 300 million yuan, which was beyond Zhuang Shen's expectation.

He just paints casually, which is not worth the price at all.

The host was calling the price excitedly, when the bell rang again on the second floor.

Shen Wen rested his fingers loosely on the button, his brows and eyes were lazy, and he bid the price very naturally.

"1000."

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