senpai is super sweet

The student named Zhou Yao, who was in the third year of high school this year, was originally a student in the top science class, but now he is a transfer student in the art class.

Because this child and the little ghost seem to have a great relationship, Mu Sensen paid special attention to her situation.

"That student, when I heard that she was going to transfer to another department, was held by the teacher of the science department and held a meeting for several days. In the end, she couldn't hold her back, so she agreed to the application." During the break, the art department The teachers in the group suddenly chatted about Zhou Yao.

Mu Sensen was listening to music and preparing for lessons, but after hearing these few words, he lowered the volume of the music.

"A high-achieving student in the science class, why are the people over there willing to let her change majors? It's quite strange to say that our school's art class doesn't set up a science subject. Why did she suddenly make such a big change?" A male teacher asked. Seeing that Mu Sensen seemed to be listening, he waved to her and said, "Section Chief, the senior three students still have half a year to take the art test. Can the child catch up with the progress in half a year?"

Mu Sensen glanced at him and shook his head, "I don't know...if she's talented, maybe she can chase her."

"Even if the fine arts catch up, what about the liberal arts grades?"

"Since you are a top student in science, no matter how poor you are in liberal arts, you can still reach the level of the ordinary class, right? It should be possible to use the ordinary class's liberal arts score to track down the cultural points of the art department..."

Several teachers chatted with each other, and after talking about Zhou Yao, they began to study this year's art courses.Sitting in his seat, Mu Sensen was lost in thought, recalling Zhou Yao's frowns and smiles, he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Is it a coincidence?

Mu Sensen was very tangled in his heart.

Students start taking art courses in the first year of high school, and when they reach the third year of high school, they will be in the intense test preparation stage. In the last semester, all cultural subjects will be cancelled, and they will concentrate on training in art.Zhou Yao, a transfer student, caught everyone's attention. When she took the first sketch class, Mu Sensen happened to be the substitute teacher.

"Teacher Wang has something to do. I'm here for today's class." Mu Sensen looked at the students in the audience, and found Zhou Yao in the crowd with just one glance.Her eyes stayed on Zhou Yao for a moment, then quickly moved away, and said: "Still life sketching, find a seat by yourself."

The students spread out tacitly, holding drawing boards and small stools to occupy the top of the mountain.Standing in the crowd, Zhou Yao felt a little at a loss, with brand new painting tools in her hands, not knowing where to sit.Soon, the students were in the state of painting. Mu Sensen went to the audience to patrol the hall, and saw Zhou Yao found a corner seat by himself, so he walked towards her slowly.

"Zhou Yao."

"teacher."

Zhou Yao stood up obediently.

"You have an art class on the first day. Can you keep up with the course?" Mu Sensen looked like an amiable people's teacher. Seeing that Zhou Yao was silent, he asked her how her art foundation was.

Zhou Yao rolled her eyes and hesitated for a long time.

It's so hard to say, it should be zero foundation, right?Mu Sensen looked at her understandingly. Although she didn't know why the child was stimulated to change subjects, as a teacher, she had the obligation to teach every student well. "Then I..." Mu Sensen took the pen in her hand and said, "Let me teach you the basics."

"Okay." Zhou Yao obediently gave up her seat and handed her the drawing board.

"When holding a paintbrush, hold it with four fingers and press the barrel with your thumb. Then the most basic content is arranging the lines. Look, like this, when the pen tip is about to fall on the paper, the force should be light and then heavy. It is still light at the end. When drawing a line, keep it straight, light at the beginning and end, heavy in the middle, clear and not blurred....Look, such a line. Then when we arrange a group, we must be fast and controlled Good strength, lined up in the same length...Look, like this."

Mu Sensen was very patient when teaching students. Zhou Yao stood aside and listened, and was attracted by this teacher involuntarily.She raised her eyes to look at Mu Sensen, then hurriedly looked away.

The teacher really deserves to be a teacher, no matter how you arrange the line, it is so good.Zhou Yao admired it a little.

"Do you understand?"

"can."

"Then let's practice arranging the lines first in this class. Change a piece of paper when it is full. If you don't understand, you can call me." Mu Sensen stood up and put the drawing board back into Zhou Yao's hand.She didn't dare to get too close to this child, she was afraid that she would treat her as a little ghost, or that she would just be a shadow.It's just a child... As a teacher, Mu Sensen doesn't want to make mistakes.

"Oh, good." Zhou Yao nodded, and said, "Thank you teacher."

"You're welcome."

This reasonable teacher-student etiquette made Mu Sensen sober, as if he didn't want to think too much. Mu Sensen didn't come near Zhou Yao's side all morning, and only wandered around the students in the front row, commenting on their sketches from time to time.A few hours passed, and the morning class was about to end. Mu Sensen stood on the podium and collected the drawings. Zhou Yao sat in the corner and lost his mind until he finished collecting the students' sketches.The people in the studio walked quickly, and in less than 10 minutes, only Mu Sensen and Zhou Yao were left here.

Mu Sensen had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask her if she encountered any problems.

When approaching, the drawing paper on Zhou Yao's drawing board is not full of straight lines, but a completed still life sketch.Mu Sensen froze for a moment, stood in her position and looked at the sketching table, the pictures were indeed almost the same.

"Aren't you ground zero?"

Mu Sensen suddenly felt that he had been tricked.

Zhou Yao shook her head and said with a low laugh, "Teacher, I studied art for three years before I entered high school."

—

Zhou Yao has a very strange idea.

She looks pretty, and she gets along pretty well. The main thing is that she treats people with sincerity, so she is very popular.But she is popular and likes to be alone at the same time. To sum up, she is immersed in her own world after school.

The school is close to home, and she walks to and from school every day.

After the sketching class that day, Zhou Yao was walking on the school road with a messenger bag on her back. She saw Mu Sensen walking ahead from a distance, and saw her turn into the teachers' dormitory building, so she followed behind.Originally, I didn't know which floor Mu Sensen lived on, but when I got closer, I happened to see the house on the opposite corner of the first floor, and she walked out of the balcony to shower the flowers.Zhou Yao felt guilty and quickly hid behind the tree.

Why follow the teacher?

Zhou Yao herself didn't know either.

After hiding for about 5 minutes, Zhou Yao poked her head out from behind the tree. The crisis was resolved, and she tiptoed forward again.

Mu Sensen seemed to be busy at home. Zhou Yao stood outside her balcony and looked in. She vaguely saw many paintings hanging on the wall inside, and she was stunned.Mu Sensen happened to pass by the door, felt a person outside, and turned his head to look.

When their eyes met, both of them felt a little flustered.

"Zhou Yao?" Mu Sensen was stunned for a moment, then stood in the room and asked her, "Why don't you go home after school?"

Zhou Yao came back to her senses and said, "Teacher, can I come to your house for a while?"

ha? ? ?

Mu Sensen raised his eyebrows.

"Teacher, your house is so beautiful..."

"Okay."

The dormitory allocated by this kind of school is not big, just one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom and one balcony, but Mu Sensen lives alone, and the treatment seems good.It’s just that the house is a bit old. It should be a building decades ago. Mu Sensen has kept it very clean, with all kinds of log furniture and shelves, a lot of potted plants and a lot of interesting little ornaments, like a Nice little museum.Zhou Yao was fascinated standing in the room, while Mu Sensen was sitting on the sofa watching her, also fascinated.

Zhou Yao finally stood in front of the various small illustrations on the shelf, her eyes seemed to be locked in one place, and she stayed there for a long time.

Mu Sensen tilted his head to look at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is this painting drawn by the teacher..." She asked softly.

"Well... I used to draw them when I was bored in college. I wanted to throw them away when I moved to the dormitory, but I felt that it was difficult for me to have the thought of drawing like this again, so I kept these paintings." Mu Sensen pursed his lips and smiled. laugh.

Zhou Yao nodded dully, brushed her fingertips across one of her paintings, and muttered to herself: "I seem to have seen this painting many times in my dreams...but every time I want to draw it myself, I can't draw it... ..."

"Which one?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Yao hurriedly withdrew her hand, and laughed twice: "Teacher, then I'll go first, and I won't disturb you."

"Oh it's okay..."

"goodbye teacher."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

After Zhou Yao left, Mu Sensen also looked back at the illustrations on the shelf, trying to find where her eyes rested.Glancing out of the corner of her eye, there was a picture in her sight, which was drawn by her according to her own photo when she was in college. It was dressed in military training, with a side face, and a little bit of watercolor embellishment.She liked this little painting very much, and vaguely remembered that Yaoyao, the little ghost, also liked this one in the past.

Mu Sensen's heart twitched and he sighed.

—

The more Mu Sensen wants to keep a distance from Zhou Yao, but the reality does not allow her to do so.Mu Sensen is the head of the art department. Naturally, her art skills are also the best among all teachers; Zhou Yao is a special student. A top student in science has suddenly become a top student in art class. The teachers above noticed this change. I hope that the art department will pay more attention to this student, maybe this year's quota for the art academy will go to Zhou Yao.

And the important task of taking special care of Zhou Yao fell on Mu Sensen.

"I have to tutor a lot of students every day. There are more than a dozen people in the key class who are expected to pass the entrance examination. How can I be distracted..." Mu Sensen looked embarrassed, not really wanting to take on this task.

"Hey section chief, we are still watching the students who have been admitted to the heavy course? But look at that child Zhou Yao, her brushwork and foundation are expected to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. Our teachers did not take the exam from the tutoring academy. You have experience, you have!" The teachers in the group began to persuade, seeing Mu Sensen's appearance, thinking that she was worried about her grades in key classes, and said: "Don't worry, we can take care of those students, and you can also take care of them." Just look at Zhou Yao one more..."

"Oh, but—"

"Stop it, section chief." The teacher who persuaded her sighed, and said lightly: "We at Guanggao haven't had a student from the Academy of Fine Arts for many years, if we can have one this year, our art department's equipment will also be strengthened next year." Let’s take a look. Don’t you often say that we don’t have all the tools for the art department? If the grades don’t improve, how can the school allocate funds for us to teach students…”

Justified and convincing.

Mu Sensen supported his head and suddenly felt a little migraine.

Zhou Yao.

What is the origin of this child.

baffling……

—

"My name is Zhou Yao. I am seventeen this year. I am a local. I used to study in Guangxin Primary School and Guangxin Junior High School. I am currently studying in Class 1 of the Art Department of Guangxin High School. I am sitting in the third row of the second group. My deskmate is called..."

"Stand still."

"..."

"Say it again."

"My name is Zhou Yao..."

"louder please."

"Me! Call! Zhou! Yao!..."

……

During the class break, the office was very lively.Zhou Yao, a top student who was told by her superiors to take good care of her, is standing in front of the section chief, Mu Sensen, straight as a pine tree, with a disbelieving expression on her face.Mu Sensen squinted at her and shook his head.

What a well-behaved top student, making a fuss to death.While preparing lessons, Mu Sensen complained in his heart: This child is relying on his good grades, so he disregards discipline all day long, idles around in school, runs faster than anyone else after class, and drags other students to mess around with her!Mu Sensen was really pissed off by her, so he specially picked a class and took her to the office, and planned to punish her to stand for 10 minutes first, and then draw a hundred sketches.

"...I'm sorry for the teacher, I'm sorry for the school, I shouldn't be messing around in school, I shouldn't talk back to the teacher. I'm sorry for my parents, I'm sorry for my uncle, I'm sorry for my aunt, I'm sorry for my aunt, I'm sorry for my grandparents, I'm sorry for my grandparents..." Troublemaker Rolling her eyes and reading the letter of repentance, just listening to this resentful voice, she thought she was cursing someone.

Mu Sensen tapped the back of her hand with a pen, and glared at her: "Are you going to tell the story of your ancestors for more than a dozen generations?"

"I don't have any ink in my head, so I can't say something good." Zhou Yao still rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling, refusing to bow her head in front of Mu Sensen.

"Say it again?"

"No ink in my brain--can't say anything nice--"

Mu Sensen stood up, just half a head taller than Zhou Yao.

Even if Zhou Yao keeps looking at the ceiling, but in terms of height limit, Mu Sensen can appear in her line of sight as long as he stands up. "Although I'm only 17 years old, I'm barely considered an adult. Is an adult acting so naive?" Mu Sensen looked directly into her eyes, with a disappointed tone: "Some people at your age are much more sensible than you. Zhou Yao, don't think I will let you mess around just because you have good grades, I have no shortage of good students."

Zhou Yao looked back into her eyes, startled for a moment.

Why does the teacher seem sad?Zhou Yao's original anger suddenly disappeared, and she was a little hesitant by Mu Sensen's words.

She didn't think that she made a mistake if she had fun for a while, but if this kind of fun would disappoint Mu Sensen so much...was it wrong?Zhou Yao was a little confused, and felt a layer of guilt in her heart.

"Teacher, I..." Zhou Yao pursed her lips and said softly, "I was wrong."

"It's because the teacher expects too much from you." Mu Sensen didn't look at her, and still bent over the desk preparing lessons without turning his head. "Go back to class, and I won't punish you."

"I…"

"How could you be her..."

Mu Sensen said this very softly, but Zhou Yao still heard it.

She stood there for a long time, unable to move her feet, and kept looking at Mu Sensen's back, as if she had been hit in the heart by something.