Start with a kun

The first lesson of school begins.

An old man with gray beard and hair, wearing a green robe, leaning on crutches, with his back almost bent in half, tremblingly walked up to the podium.

The old man's movements are really too slow, like a movie played at 0.5x speed, it's frightening to watch.

Even Xiang Shen, who always felt that he was slow-tempered, poked his head and watched the old man's movements eagerly, wishing he could replace him.And Ying Sheng, who was sitting next to him, closed his eyes impatiently, crossed his arms, and tilted up the chair.

The real cool guy understands what it means to be quiet when you are out of sight.

After 10 minutes, the old man finally walked to the podium.

He opened a pair of dim old eyes, looking blankly at the silent classroom below, opened his shrunken mouth, and made an unknown sound.

"……what."

The same shrunken gums in the mouth were exposed, and three teeth that looked like candles in the wind.

Xiang Shen, who had been staring at him eagerly, opened his mouth involuntarily:

"……what."

Ying Sheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Seeing his expression, Xiang Shen felt in a daze that His Royal Highness had a "wisdom" written in his left eye and a "handicapped" written in his right eye. Putting it all together, he was blatantly calling himself a fool.

...even though Ying Sheng didn't say a word.

But he still felt a little offended.

Xiang Shen leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice: "This teacher is too old. How many years have you been teaching you? Haven't you retired yet?"

Ying Sheng said indifferently: "From the establishment of the school, it has been 370 years in total."

Xiang Shen was shocked: "Fuck! Is this still a human?"

Ying Sheng: "It wasn't originally."

Xiang Shen was startled: "Then what is he?"

"Wang Bajing."

Xiang Shen: "..."

He felt that the world was too crazy. Wang Bajing was teaching a irascible dragon to learn ink painting on the podium, and there was a Kun beside him to accompany him... Even Xiang Shen looked at other students in the classroom with different eyes.

Who knows what the prototype of these people is.

giraffe?zebra?lion?Maybe there will be alpacas too?

Just when he imagined that he was in the Exotic Zoo Expo, the old man Wang Bajing on the stage spoke again.

"Hey - good morning everyone -"

"Holiday—are you happy—"

The students below nodded wildly at 2.0 times speed, and said to Shen Xin that at your speed, if they don't get to the point, they should go directly to lunch.

Mr. Wang Bajing nodded slowly:

"Happy—just—"

"Today—let's draw a—classical woman—"

Xiang Shen finally pulled himself together, rolled up his sleeves, and stared at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table with piercing eyes - although he knew nothing about painting, he could sharpen ink for Ying Sheng!

"I've got a student who—says he's going to be a model—"

Xiang Shen: Oh oh oh, are there any beautiful young ladies?

"But she's on vacation—gained 20 pounds—"

Xiang Shen: "..."

So fucking true.

"So—who wants to sign up—to be a volunteer—"

The voice fell, and no one responded.

The old man looked at the dark head below, very dissatisfied, and wanted to speak up to educate, but was interrupted by the monitor quickly.

He waved his arms vigorously, with an excited expression: "Who is not confident in this class? Hurry up, don't come again when the opportunity is not lost, we will apply for extra points for him at the end of the modeling semester!"

Everyone gave thumbs up to the squad leader.

But still no one wants to.

Ying Sheng didn't know why, but suddenly laughed softly, his voice was crisp and numb, and it was quite magnetic.

"Go on."

He tilted his chair unsteadily, looked at Xiang Shen: "You don't know how to draw anyway."

Xiang Shen Surong refused: "Who said I can't?"

"Oh? All ears."

"I will..." Xiang Shen racked his brains, looked around randomly, and finally fixed on the old man Wang Bajing on the podium.

"I can draw bastards!" He cheered up.

"Well?"

Although the old man was deaf, he was extremely sensitive to specific keywords, and his erratic eyes instantly locked on Xiang Shen.

"Are you—are you in our class?"

Before Xiang Shen could come up with a perfect reply, Ying Sheng lazily raised his hand and sold him out:

"He is my companion."

...although it is true.

The old man nodded in satisfaction:

"Exactly—then you come—"

Xiang Shen: "..."

Xiang Ge, who has always been calm and calm, swallowed his saliva, got up slowly, walked around Ying Sheng slowly, and slowly...

The old man showed a look of surprise: "You too - Wang Bajing?"

Xiang Shen: "...No!"

He gave up on himself and returned to his normal speed. He was dragged to the next door to change into women's clothes in a dejected manner, and asked the young lady from the acting department to put on a retro makeup.

And the moment he opened his eyes again, the acting students around him gasped.

Xiang Shen stared at the cowardly, pale and sad beauty in the mirror, his brain seemed to be solidified into pieces of plaster.

Who is this?

Lin Daiyu?

Excuseme?

The old man tapped his cane vigorously, looked at him, and said happily repeatedly: "Like a spirit——like a spirit!"

Looks like Nima!

With tears in Shen Hu's eyes, everyone exclaimed, "Tears are shining, panting slightly, Lin Daiyu Bendai!", so angry that his mouth almost crooked.

The old man took the lead and dragged him to the lakeside of the Zulong Academy at twice the speed of the bastard, where there was a towering ancient tree.He asked Xiang Shen to sit on the stone under the tree, holding a yellowed volume of poetry in his hand, posing with his head bowed and his chest in a pensive pose.

"It just shows—you're thinking about—your sweetheart—" he said, "but you're scared—and worried—that wind, frost, and sword are coming—understand?"

Xiang Shen froze his body, blinked his eyes, and signaled that he understood.

The old man was very satisfied, so he grabbed someone casually and told him to call the students who stayed in the classroom to move their desks out to draw.

When Ying Sheng came down, he had the mentality of watching a good show.

——Until he saw Xiang Shen's current appearance.

Under the shimmering lakeside tree, a slender girl was wearing a light yellow dress. The ends of her long rolled up hair fluttered gently in the wind. The fair skin on her wrist was as bright as frost and snow in the sun.

The girl tilted her head slightly, holding a volume of poems in her hand, and resting her other hand quietly on her knees, her eyes were like autumn water, elegant and demure, and there was a lingering sorrow lingering between her brows.

Ying Sheng: Wait a minute, who is this? ? ?

He really couldn't connect the "Lin Daiyu" in front of him with the bungee jumper without an umbrella a few days ago, Xiang Shen who swallowed himself carelessly.

He approached like an enemy.

The moment she saw Ying Sheng, the eyes of the girl under the tree lit up instantly, and she smiled brightly at him.

This is not Lin Daiyu, but Xiang Shen.

In Ying Sheng's view, that smile was even more dazzling than the sun.

He turned around abruptly, pretending to pack his things, his movements flustered, but the corners of his lips raised an arc uncontrollably.

But the old man was not happy anymore, he angrily tapped Xiang Shen's head with a brush: "What are you laughing at?"

"Smiling so brightly—you tell me—will someone find Lin Daiyu—to make a toothpaste commercial!"

Xiang Shen squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "...I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Then—stop laughing!"

"……Yes."

The old man set a time limit to complete a piece of work within two and a half hours, which also meant that Xiang Shen had to stay there motionless for two and a half hours.

God!

Xiang Shen complained endlessly in his heart, and his face became even more sad, making the corners of Ying Sheng's eyes twitch.

He looked at the classmates next to him, all of them panting excitedly, and many of them had secretly taken out their optical brains to take pictures, so he raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Delete it!"

"--Did you hear me?"

Due to the coercion, everyone had no choice but to delete all the photos aggrievedly.

Only then did Ying Sheng feel a little more satisfied.He stared at Xiang Shen, who was maintaining the posture of a melancholy fairy, and felt that he was nothing like Lin Daiyu at all.

In his impression, Xiang Shen is a person who does meaningless and boring things every day, but can also entertain himself happily.

For example, being a bodyguard for yourself is always a long-winded heart to fuck an old mother.

For another example, he still tried to do some useless work for those things that he didn't even care about.

This listless look doesn't suit him now, and Ying Sheng doesn't want to draw it.

On the lawn by the lake, the young man polished his ink, and the smile that made his heart skip a beat just now gradually appeared in his mind.

That's all.