A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

They have good homework in the studio, and it is common for classmates to take pictures of each other and take them back to observe.

Qiu Ling put the painting on the table beside him, and had no objection to the proposal of learning from each other: "Let's shoot, study hard, the two of them are very accurate in grasping the charm and structure of the characters."

Zheng Xu looked at Zhuang Shen's painting, covered the disbelief in his eyes, and thanked Qiu Ling.

He had a prejudice against Zhuang Shen, but he didn't have much sense for Shen Wen. He took a closer look at Shen Wen's painting of Zhuang Shen, and felt that what Qiu Ling said was right.

Zhuang Shen on the screen is very similar to himself, especially those eyes.

The color of the eyes is very light, and the eyes are lowered in vain, the eyelashes are covered, casting a shadow on the porcelain white skin, with a casual and indifferent appearance.

So much so that when Zheng Xu looked at this painting, he felt a little angry.

When they met for the first time, Zhuang Shen had this indifferent look, scolding him and making a scene under Qiu Ling's nose.

If he hadn't been irritated by Zhuang Shen at the beginning, how could he be so excited, and Qiu Ling saw him being irritated.

After Zheng Xu pretended to take pictures of Shen Wen's painting, he looked at Zhuang Shen's painting seriously.

During this period of time, Zheng Xu was also looking for anonymous paintings through various channels. He bought a few magazines and periodicals just to look at the paintings, and felt more and more that anonymous techniques are superb. Dong Shi imitated.

Holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, Qiu Ling looked at the two paintings leisurely, and pondered: "If Zhuang Shen can pay more attention, he might not be famous in the art world?"

The teacher next to him echoed: "Yes, but the students you like are less concerned about each other. Shen Wen is because of his family background. Does Zhuang Shen, a student, have power in his family?"

Qiu Ling looked at the Buddha beads indifferently, and shook his head: "He said he should study hard."

"Then their personalities are quite similar to yours, Buddha nature."

Qiu Ling smiled, then sighed: "They have their own ideas, and I can't persuade them."

Zheng Xu took the photo, saved it, and left quietly.

If Zhuang Shen really became famous by virtue of his anonymity, what he has in his hands is the evidence!

School, in front of the bulletin board in front of the teaching building, surrounded by people from the inner three floors and the outer three floors, you pushed me forward.

"The photos of Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen are out!"

"Oh my god, I'm in love, the looks of these two are so good!"

"Why is there only a single photo! Where did the group photo go! The wedding photo I've been thinking about!"

"Farewell, sister, do you think the photo of these two people will still be there the next day?"

"Hahahahaha, your idea is very reasonable, remember what happened to the school celebration painting back then."

The moment the bulletin board was put up, the photos of the two of them spread like a gust of wind across the forum in an instant.

Every time the top three of the final exam, their photos will be put on the bulletin board, giving the top students a moment to show off their demeanor.

But in the past, no one saw the top three photos.

But this time it's different!

The two with the hottest topics in the school topped the list together. Whether it is those who like the two of them alone or those who like this pair of CP, all of them turned their attention to the bulletin board.

When Zhuang Shen passed by the teaching building, he saw the grand scene in front of the bulletin board. He never liked to join in the fun and didn't care what was on it, so he was about to go upstairs.

The people who were squeezed outside looked up and saw that he wanted to go upstairs, so they couldn't help shouting: "Zhuang Shen is there!"

The girls who were still surrounding the bulletin board raised their heads instantly, and all looked towards the stairs.

Zhuang Shen: "?"

He glanced at him casually. Some of the girls didn't dare to move because they looked at him like a stranger, but the other part of the passionate girls didn't care. They immediately surrounded him when he was not in the classroom and had a chance to get close. .

Zhuang Shen thought nothing would happen, and when he saw everyone coming over, he paused.

A pretty-looking girl stopped in front of him, and took out her math book from her schoolbag: "Zhuang Shen, can you sign me? I see that your math has gone from... from failing to full marks. Happy."

Zhuang Shen: "..."

Standing on the stairs, Zhuang Shen could only take the book in her hand, quickly signed his name on it, then raised his eyes, and said seriously: "My signature won't let you get a high score in the exam, why don't you do more questions."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "I know, I know."

She has browsed the forum for so long, not to mention knowing Zhuang Shen's daily life like the back of the palm of her hand, but she still knows that Zhuang Shen is not a student-tyrant at all.

It is common to not listen to lectures in class, and often play games on mobile phones.

I heard that he especially likes to play match [-] games.

Could it be that Xiaoxiaole is useful for improving intelligence?

Seeing that Zhuang Shen was about to leave, the people behind all followed him. The stairway was instantly crowded with people, and they all followed him to the tenth class.

Ge Ming, who came out of the classroom with a mop, was about to mop the floor, when he saw many people gathered around the corridor he had just mopped, talking and laughing, not paying attention to their feet at all.

Ge Ming came here early on purpose, just to mop up the floor before the morning self-study starts, so as not to take up his morning reading time, but now it is ruined!

"Let me go, I want to mop the floor." Ge Ming looked at these girls who came over inexplicably with a good voice.

They glanced at Ge Ming, moved to the side as if they didn't see it, continued to stare at Zhuang Shenna, and chatted with the goddess next to him: "You said that if I go back and play a few more games, will my math score be good?" Will it improve?"

"Are you joking? You might as well say, can you get a perfect score in the exam if you skip classes?"

"It may be true for you to say that. Since Zhuang Shen can advance by leaps and bounds, it means that he can fight poison with poison without taking the usual path!"

Ge Ming knew why these people were standing here.

It's all for Zhuang Shen.

And he mopped the floor here because of a bet with Zhuang Shen before.

Ge Ming tightened his grip on the mop, and raised his head unceremoniously: "Please go back to work, I want to mop the floor."

They looked down at Ge Ming, and reluctantly left: "Who is this, the morning self-study has not started yet, and they are driving us back and forth while standing in the corridor."

"You don't remember? The one who deliberately threw a water bottle on the runway and was rubbed against the ground by Shen Wen..."

Ge Ming lowered his head, he has never been looked down upon so much as today.

In the past, he was at the top of the class and laughed at Zhuang Shen's poor grades. Unexpectedly, Feng Shui turned and Zhuang Shen was ahead of him.

The only achievement he can get is now a joke.

In this school, the most regretful thing he has ever done is to underestimate Zhuang Shen. If he hadn't underestimated Zhuang Shen at the beginning, he would not have become what he is today.

In this way, everyone laughed at him.

In the classroom, Shen Wen was two classes late before slowly walking into the classroom.

It happened to be a math class, and Xu Xuehai was recruiting people: "Zhuang Shen, get up, and tell me the idea of ​​this problem."

Zhuang Shen was often called by the teacher during this period. He didn't attend the class, but he could react quickly just by looking at the screen.

Shen Wen paused, stood at the door without saying a word, and looked to the back row.

The morning light from the window next to him shone on Zhuang Shen's face, making him look extraordinarily harmless and soft.

Shen Wen's eyes softened, and he stood there listening to Zhuang Shen's answer. Zhuang Shen saw him standing at the door, but just glanced at him, and continued to look at the screen.

Xu Xuehai was very satisfied: "Not bad, you sit down first..."

After seeing the topic finished, Shen Wen stood at the door and said, "Report teacher, I'm late."

Be late very skillfully.

Xu Xuehai was not angry either, and said kindly: "Did you go to bed late yesterday? People of your age should work and rest normally, go to bed early and get up early, and don't go to bed too late at night. You might as well get up early in the morning, right?"

After hearing Xu Xuehai's recitation, Shen Wen nodded in agreement: "The teacher is right."

Xu Xuehai: "Then can you promise to go to bed early and get up early next time?"

Shen Wen's brows and eyes were lazy, and he was wearing a neat school uniform, which seemed a little out of order, so he said very casually: "It's hard to say."

Xu Xuehai: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Xu Xuehai sighed: "Go back to your seat first."

He knows that these high IQ students always have some unknown hobbies, such as studying late at night?

He had taken a student before, who was the first in grade all the year round, with a very high IQ, but a low EQ. He didn’t greet the teacher when he walked. When he entered the office, he saw that the book in the teacher’s hand was interesting. He grabbed it and read it. With relish.

Xu Xuehai has an easy-going attitude towards this rare student.

He also doesn't like to deliberately reverse a person's habits. If he doesn't change well, he may mislead the students.

Zhuang Shen was flipping through an English book, and Shen Wen sat down beside him and asked, "Do you want to come to the practice match I told you about earlier?"

Zhuang Shen stopped the book in his hand: "Going to the club?"

"Yeah." Shen Wen said casually, "I'll ask the driver to come over, it's very convenient."

Zhuang Shen asked, "What time?"

Seeing his attitude, Shen Wen reckoned that he agreed, and rolled his eyes: "Leave after school, stop by for dinner."

The car that Shen Wen called was still the one that Zhuang Shen sat in at the beginning.

He saw the previous sketchbook on the seat, and the cover was the familiar self-portrait of Van Gogh.

Shen Wen casually put the sketchbook aside and finished checking the address with the driver, saying: "This online competition is relatively easy, but there will be a simultaneous live broadcast. Generally speaking, it is not as strict as last time."

Zhuang Shen glanced at the sketchbook, looked away, and nodded.

The car arrived at the destination very quickly, Shen Wen took the sketchbook with him before getting out of the car, the two of them passed by the flower bed, and a figure suddenly appeared.

Shen Wen subconsciously used the notebook to block Zhuang Shen, took a closer look and found that it was a cat.

"Little orange cat?" Shen Wen put down his raised hand, leaned down slightly, and glanced at it.

The cat was very small, probably born of a nearby wild cat, and had been hiding in the bushes.

It came over cautiously with its tail upright, and walked slowly to Zhuang Shen's feet.

Zhuang Shen took a step back.

The little thing ran forward again, rubbing his shoe with his tail.

Shen Wen thought it was quite amusing, stretched out his hand towards it, and called, "Come here."

"Meow!"

Seeing him stretching out his hand, the little orange cat arched its back and hid to the other side, still sticking to Zhuang Shen.

"..." Shen Wen moved away a bit, and looked at the cat with a half-smile: "It's so small, it's not good to please others?"

Zhuang Shen lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, but when he saw the kitten's attached eyes, he looked away again and raised his feet to leave.

The little orange cat entangled reluctantly, and stubbornly raised its calf to follow.

Shen Wen looked back and asked with a smile, "Do you want to raise it?"

Zhuang Shen: "The dormitory does not allow you to raise them."

"I'll say hello to the teacher. It's okay to keep it in the room and not let it out, or you can keep it in the club." Shen Wen whispered: "If you want."

"Meow--"

Behind, the little orange cat that didn't follow up dragged its voice and called to them in a milky voice.