born stubborn

Hao Tian straddled the chair and leaned backwards, staring intently at Yuan Yang and Liang Yue who had squeezed into another table.

Seeing these two guys sticking together like gummy candies working hard again, Hao Tian couldn't help but sulking, "Hey! Have you ever seen Nanying City at three o'clock in the morning, what is it like?"

The boy at the back table who was drawing two villains fighting in the textbook looked up at her wonderingly, "No, I slept soundly at that point."

Hao Tian glanced at him in disgust, "You should be lucky, you can still open your eyes at dawn, and you didn't fall asleep."

The boy at the back table smiled: "Is it possible, I can't live well?"

Hao Tian glared at him, "Does that mean you are alive? You can only be called not dead!"

"Huh?" The boy at the back table blushed and scratched his head, "Squad leader, aren't you in a good mood today?"

"I'm jealous." Hao Tian pouted in the direction of Yuan Yang and Liang Yue, "Here, look at these two guys behind."

The boy at the back table looked back in surprise, his eyes fixed on that corner.

The two of them have been stuck together for too long. For God's sake, they are hotter than dating.

The boy at the back table couldn't help muttering, "Are they crazy, why do they squeeze together to study every day?"

"It's not crazy," Hao Tian rolled her eyes at the boy at the back table, "It's because he knows what he should do now."

After speaking, Hao Tian turned around, straightened the chair, and held up the textbook.

The boy at the back table looked back again, frowned, and took a pen to draw a cross on the little figure that had just been half drawn in the textbook, turning over a page.

If you were slapped in the face this exam, pay it back with the next exam.

This sentence became Yuan Yang's short-term belief.

Liang Yue gave him more and more tutoring times, and the time became more and more intensive, which squeezed out those irrelevant distracting thoughts in Yuan Yang's mind, and left the vacant space for studying.

Many students in Class [-] of the United States have been infected by them. They think that Yuanyang can do it, and so can we.

As a result, there was a rare learning atmosphere in Class [-] of the United States, and more and more students immersed themselves in reading books.

"Liang Yue, what are you doing?"

Yang Wei sneaked into the classroom of Class [-] of the United States through the back door, leaned in front of Liang Yue and Yuan Yang, and yelled in a rough voice, "I said, you don't play with me anymore, you don't go home after school, you're crazy what about you?"

Liang Yue looked up at him, poked his finger at the textbook on the table, "Brother Wei, you are blind, didn't you see me studying?"

"Study Mao Xi, a bad art class, what's there to learn?" Yang Wei pushed Liang Yue's shoulder hard.

Liang Yue shot back at Yang Weiyuan and punched him in the stomach, "Get lost, I want to be admitted to Nanying Academy of Fine Arts."

"Fuck, just take the exam, what's the big deal?"

Yang Wei kicked Liang Yue's chair leg, but didn't move it, kicked it again and still didn't move it, holding back his strength to argue: "There's a fart in the exam. Those who study art are also scumbags after learning it."

Yang Wei and Liang Yue joked, never serious, and rarely paid attention to the occasion, and laughed like a fool.

Of course, Liang Yue didn't mind, he and Yang Wei were used to fighting each other knowingly, and they had quarreled with each other even more ugly words, they didn't take it to heart at all, and still punched Yang Weiyuan in the stomach with a smile. "Kick my chair again and unload your legs."

However, this is the classroom of Class [-] of the United States, and Yang Wei's joke did not mention his name or surname.

All the students around who heard it, hula la, stood up, sticking out the sharp thorns, wishing to stung Yang Wei for the rest of his life so that he could not take care of himself.

Especially the squad leader Hao Tian, ​​who was the first to turn his face.

"Hey!"

Hao Tian kicked off the seat, walked towards this side with fire, stood in front of Yang Wei, stared at him with her head up, "Damn melon, do you have the guts to fart again?"

Yang Wei was stunned, and unconsciously stood up straight and leaned back, "Dead, dead winter melon? Who do you say is dead winter melon?"

"You, it's you!" Hao Tian's eyes were super round, and she took another step forward, pointing at the tip of Yang Wei's nose, "Look at your barrel-shaped body, even if you tell you to die, I will give you face. It would be nice to call you Big Pig."

There was a bit of relieving laughter all around.

Yuan Yang finally turned his attention away from the textbook, looked at Hao Tian, ​​who looked like a heroine, and Yang Wei, who was flying red and white flags on his face, and poked Liang Yue's shoulder next to him in a funny way, "Hey, look at the other Fight."

Liang Yue glanced back at Yuan Yang, leaned into his ear and whispered with a smile: "It's okay, Brother Viagra doesn't dare, just watch the fun."

Hao Tian is slightly fat, with a net height of 68 meters, standing among the girls, she is conspicuous.

But standing in front of the tall and strong Yang Wei who is more than [-] meters tall, he is like a chubby bird.

If there was a real fight, Yang Wei estimated that Hao Tian could be restrained with one arm, without even moving the chassis.

What's funny is that the limelight turned out to be the opposite. Hao Tian got closer and closer, but Yang Wei kept leaning back.

He kept leaning up until he couldn't stand still and almost fell, then quickly took two steps back, blushing and counterattacking in a low voice, "You, you are the pig."

"You're a pig!" Hao Tian took another two steps forward, "You're a stupid pig, stupid pig, dead pig, lazy pig, big stupid pig, two hundred and five pigs, farting pig..."

Hao Tian listed a bunch of red hot pig names in one breath. At the end, she was still angry and went up and punched Yang Wei in the chest.

Yang Wei's chest was as thick as a wall, Hao Tian didn't move at all.

But Yang Wei was still stunned by her, and quickly took another step back, blushing even more, "I tell you, don't do it, me, I can do it hard."

Liang Yue leaned on the chair, didn't even move his place, didn't speak, just looked at the lively and laughing shoulders shaking.

Yuan Yang couldn't help laughing, and patted Liang Yue on the shoulder, "Hey, you really don't care?"

Liang Yue turned around with a smile, "How do you manage it? Are you going to do it?"

"Fuck," Yuan Yang twitched with a smile, "You're considered a friend?"

"Yo, heavy hand? Show me the next one." Hao Tian took another step forward, staring again, "Dare to move a finger of mine, and I'll cut you melon slices!"

"I, I didn't talk about you."

Yang Wei actually became nervous, and pointed at Liang Yue and Yuan Yang with shaking fingers, his face full of surrender and begging for peace, "I'm talking about them, they! I really didn't talk about you."

"Talk about them!" Hao Tian took another step forward, with her hands on her hips, and with even more momentum, she ordered in a long voice, "Get out of our class immediately!"

Yang Wei stepped back a few steps in a row, his face turned red like a tomato, "I, I won't get lost!"

"Don't get out?" Hao Tian went up and kicked him on the knee, and there was a bang, "Get out?" She kicked again, "I'm asking you if you want to get out!"

Yang Wei was kicked by Hao Tian and jumped straight back. He had already jumped to the back door of the classroom, "Bullying people? You wait."

After Yang Wei left a word, he really got lost.

"Pfft...hahaha..." A group of students laughed like crazy, "Squad leader V587!"

Liang Yue also laughed and leaned back and forth, he lost all strength to laugh, and simply leaned on Yuan Yang's shoulder behind him, giggling like crazy.

Yuan Yang naturally hugged him, and couldn't stop laughing, "Why is Viagra so cowardly?"

"He's not cowardly." Liang Yue hugged Yuan Yang's arm on his shoulder, panting with laughter, "He is, he doesn't compete with girls..."

"This unified test, your class surprised the teacher."

The awesome man looked through the test papers that had been graded, picked out Yuan Yang's paper from the inside, pinched it up and down, turned it over, and faced the classroom.

"Especially classmate Yuan Yang." The fascinated person shook Yuan Yang's test paper and nodded with satisfaction, "Facts have proved that losing is not terrible, as long as you still have the backbone, you can still turn the tables."

There was silence in the classroom for a while, and then, there was applause.

The applause this time is no longer joking, but sincere.

Yuan Yang didn't lower his eyes, let alone lower his head, he couldn't see the score on the test paper clearly.

But from what the awesome man said, he could hear that he did well in this test, so much so that the awesome man actually used him as a positive teaching material.

Liang Yue leaned against the back of the chair, there was a sketchbook on the desk, holding a charcoal pencil in his hand, he glanced up and down, and skillfully traced virtual and solid lines on the sketchbook.

It's still a back silhouette, although it's just a silhouette, but it's obvious that he's drawing Yuan Yang.

Liang Yue flipped through the front of the sketchbook and compared it with the newly drawn one.

The outline of the back that I drew today is much straighter and tougher than the previous one.

Turning from front to back is like a process of change, a process in which a bowed person gradually straightens up.

Efforts should be rewarded, even if it comes late, it is worth it.

Yuan Yang's confusion was gradually dispelled, and it was not only because of Liang Yue that he regarded the Nanying Academy of Fine Arts as a target.

It was also because he understood that his previous stubbornness and his hate to submit had all been reversed.

From now on, he's going to screw it back.

Time is getting tighter, and the courses of various subjects are getting more and more compact.

The painting content of professional courses also changed from plaster body to still life, and finally upgraded to portrait.

Today, Li Xinze asked Hao Tian to inform in advance that he would practice sketching busts in the professional class in the afternoon.

Li Xinze found three models from outside the school, and made an appointment to arrive at [-]:[-] pm, so that the students could prepare the painting tools in advance.

In the studio, Yuan Yang and Liang Yue sat next to each other as usual.

The drawing paper was glued, the pencil was sharpened, and the plasticine was peeled off. While waiting for the model to arrive, Liang Yue took the time to explain a few more questions to Yuan Yang.

Before two o'clock, Li Xinze led the model into the studio. "Ah, students, this is the model we are going to draw today."

A girl suddenly shouted, "Yo, so handsome!"

Yuan Yang and Liang Yue put down the textbooks in their hands, looked up at Li Xinze in front of the studio, and today's three portrait models.

"Chen Xing!" Yuan Yang exclaimed in surprise.