Little Wolf Cub of the Ginger Demon King

In fact, make-up classes are not as difficult as Jiang Lai imagined, after all, children have their own attributes of being a master.As long as enough time is given, one person sits on a small bench and paints and draws in front of the acting herb, most of the problems can be solved independently.

It can't be solved, and Bei Xiaowu seems to have noticed that it is better to ask Jiang Lai for help than to ask for ipad.

It was another day for plastic brothers to make up lessons.Jiang Lai's two long legs were crossed on the low table, holding a 16K sketchbook in his hand to draw.On the top of his head is a bunch of golden hair curled up, just like its owner.

"You're overpowering me." Bei Xiaowu grabbed the corner of his summer homework and brushed Jiang Lai's calf in disgust.

Jiang Lai was tickled by Bei Xiaowu, he retracted his legs with a smile, changed into a comfortable position, and continued to fly the pen tip on the notebook.

"I don't know how I got into No. [-] Middle School." Bei Xiaowu murmured in displeasure, and buried his head in smoothing the crumpled notebook carefully with his hands.

Jiang Lai seemed to be touched by the word "No. [-] Middle School", he stood up suddenly and stretched his neck to look at the electronic watch on Bei Xiaowu's wrist, startled and asked, "What's the date today?"

Someone grabbed Bei Xiaowu's arm and wrist, and quickly shook it off in disgust: "19."

"It's over!" Jiang Lai got up, and without a word, he flicked Bei Xiaowu's head.

Two days ago, Bei Xiaowu was dragged by Bei Tiangui to the barber shop at the entrance of the Hutong, where he had a delicate three-mm shaved worth 38 yuan. When he flicked his fingers, the sound was crisp and soft, and Jiang Lai was a little addicted.

Bei Xiaowu hurriedly raised his hands to cover his head, staring at Jiang Lai with big eyes, he could only vent his anger with his eyes, he dared not speak out.

"Why go?" Bei Xiaowu was a little curious when he saw Jiang Lai's flustered look.

Jiang Lai turned around and leaned forward again, surrounded Bei Xiaowu from behind and rubbed his round, childish face: "Brother is going for an interview today, you should be happy!"

Bei Xiaowu covered his face angrily, and swayed from side to side.He was very annoyed by Jiang Lai's hands and feet, he had said it many times, but Jiang Lai still deliberately teased him.

When Jiang Lai flew back from the main room to the west wing, Bei Xiaowu put the homework back into his schoolbag one by one.In fact, he also has something to do today. In the afternoon, Bei Tiangui agreed to take him to buy a trumpet. He finally got into the school drum team this year and wanted to practice in advance.

When Bei Xiaowu went out, it happened that Jiang Lai was coming out of the west wing, and the two bumped into each other in the yard.Jiang Lai changed into a well-behaved student attire, a cartoon T-shirt with Mickey's head, sweatpants and white sneakers, matched with blond curly hair, which is very inconsistent and a bit funny.

Bei Xiaowu wanted to laugh, but was forced to hold it back by Jiang Lai's obscenity.

Jiang Lai stepped forward, raised his hand and wiped the stubble on Bei Xiaowu's palm, and asked, "Where did you get it, is it expensive?"

Bei Xiaowu took out a small crumpled card from his sweatpants pocket.Bei Tiangui said that when he grows up, he will get a haircut by himself in the future, and he can get a discount with this card.

As soon as he handed the card to Jiang Lai, Jiang Lai accepted it unceremoniously.Although looking at the design of the card, he seemed to have seen the old-fashioned store decoration and the outdated taste of the store owner, but who made Jiang Lai have no money now.

If he didn't have money, he could only put aside the hairdo and rely on his handsome face for the time being, Jiang Lai was full of confidence.

"What test are you interviewing for?" Bei Xiaowu was still curious.

Jiang Lai put the card into his trouser pocket: "Do you think No. [-] Middle School is so easy to get into?"

Bei Xiaowu and Jiang Lai separated in front of the vermilion gate, went to the barber shop at the entrance of the alley alone, turned around and walked around the oleander between the two gates, and returned to their home.

In the afternoon, Jiang Lai went to No. [-] Middle School alone for an entrance interview.Although Sherman had already entrusted the relationship to take care of it in advance, he still had to go through the cutscene.Jiang Lai knew it well, and very cooperatively straightened his hair, dyeing it back to natural black.

Jiang Lai is not a studious person, but he has an obsession with going to No. [-] Middle School.It was because he knew that his grandfather Xue Jinzhong had come out of this school, and later he went to Q Beauty, where he was instructed by the master to become a famous master of his generation.

Jiang Lai was not interested in Xue Jinzhong's old antique scrolls in the West Wing. He studied Western painting, and he would definitely follow the new style in the future, but he had a little bit of luck. Q Mei is a hallowed existence in Jiang Lai's heart. I heard that there is a special recruitment quota for Q Mei every year in No. [-] Middle School.This was also the main reason why he was willing to return to this city with Xue Man after his parents divorced.

No. [-] Middle School is located in the southeast corner of the ancient city, surrounded by old ancient pines, magpies built their nests, and chattered non-stop.

Jiang Lai stopped to watch in front of the school history bulletin board at the gate, and immediately found Xue Jinzhong's name.He felt complacent, and looked at himself through the glass of the bulletin board, and then at the black and white photo of Master Xue inside, there were many similarities.

Jiang Lai has always been fascinated by Xue Jinzhong, but the relationship between Xue Man and Mr. Xue was extremely disharmonious after marriage, so their grandparents and grandchildren haven't seen each other for more than ten years.

Jiang Lai sighed secretly, and suddenly heard footsteps behind him.When he turned his head, he saw a little old man with round glasses and a general belly smiling at him.

"Jiang Lai?" the little old man asked.

Jiang Lai nodded politely: "Yes, hello."

The little old man introduced himself: "My surname is Liu, and I am an old friend of your grandfather."

Jiang Lai hurriedly took half a step back, bowed slightly, and remembered a little.Xue Man said two days ago that the relationship she entrusted was the Principal Liu in front of her.

"Hi principal." Jiang Lai showed his best side, trying to create a particularly perfect first impression on the other party.

Unexpectedly, Principal Liu pointed it out: "I heard from your mother that you can't do culture classes, you like to play motorcycles, and you broke your leg last year and kept it for a year?"

Jiang Lai smiled awkwardly.

Principal Liu indifferently raised his hand and put his hand on Jiang Lai's shoulder: "It's okay, boys are just skinny. When I was young, I used to dig out bird eggs with your grandfather."

Jiang Lai suddenly felt that the old man was a little cute, so he gave an affectionate "ah".

"But," Principal Liu changed the subject, turned his majestic expression, and his voice became serious, "From now on, you can't be messed up again when you come to our No. [-] Middle School. Huh?"

In August, Jiang Lai only felt a gust of wind blowing from his back, and the pores all over his body shrank suddenly. He was startled by the little old man's face-changing skills, and he didn't dare to jump out except for nodding his head.

Principal Liu personally took Jiang Lai to the floor where the specialty students were interviewed, and the art students had a room alone.There are students of all grades, and it seems that there are many special students who rush to No. [-] Middle School every year.

Jiang Lai felt nervous for no reason.Principal Liu saw it, and blinked at Jiang Lai: "Behave well."

After finishing speaking, Principal Liu stood on the edge of the interview room, and secretly pressed his palm to the teacher who came up to give up his seat.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious. Mr. Xue's only grandson, as well as Principal Liu's personal blessing, the teachers present just asked Jiang Lai a few questions and gave them to him.

Jiang Lai pinched his watch. It took less than 3 minutes from entering the door to leaving the door. He didn't even recognize the interview teacher.

"Is this over?" Jiang Lai went out, although it was expected, he still felt that it was a bit too formal.

Principal Liu smiled, and squinted his eyes at Jiang Lai with his chin half raised: "Your mother brought your picture album over before, and the school's professional teachers and I have read it, and we all agree that there is a lot to do. Xiao Lai, you have talent. , we must cherish it. It’s still the same sentence, you can’t be stupid anymore when you come to No. [-] Middle School, and you have to take up the culture class.”

Jiang Lai's chest bulged slowly, holding his breath, thinking that Xue Man, as a young painter, usually bossed him around professionally, but he didn't expect that he would show such strength behind his back.Jiang Lai nodded secretly, then remembered the real reason for dropping out of school, suddenly felt a little guilty, and quietly pressed his lips together.

After coming out of school, Jiang Lai walked aimlessly along the moat. This city was strange but familiar to him.It always appeared in his ears, and now it was really in front of his eyes.Jiang Lai touched the stone lion that had lost its ears on the stone guardrail. Frogs were singing under the fence, and wild ducks were playing in the water. Everywhere he went, there was a sweet scent of Sophora japonica, which was completely different from the city he grew up in.

It's not that Jiang Lai hasn't been doing right things all the time. For example, at this moment, being infected by the scene in front of him, he looks forward to the future again, and wants to throw away all the dross of the past year and start over.

When he finally came back home, the sky had already turned yellow, and a large piece of gold and red clouds hung low in the sky, and the little children ran past him clamoring like the wind, and the evening wind was very pleasant.

Just as Jiang Lai pushed the door open, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated.

A local unknown number, the pick-up is a courier.The courier said that their area is an ancient building protection area, foreign vehicles are not allowed to enter, and packages can only be delivered to the entrance of the alley.Jiang Lai thought that the review materials from Wang Yueyou had arrived, so he withdrew and walked out again.

After making an appointment with the courier, Jiang Lai waited at the entrance of the alley.People come and go bustling, the hawkers who go out of the night stalls walk by carrying their burdens and flip-flops, the chess stall at the entrance of the small shop is surrounded by a circle of old men, and the crickets under the big locust tree are called cicadas, and they are also called... Jiang Lai likes to observe this kind of city life, and hiding silently among the crowd will increase a lot of sense of security for no reason.

Jiang Lai glanced at an uncle who was spinning cotton candy, and saw Bei Xiaowu carrying a trumpet happily from a distance, followed by a few boys as old as him.

Those kids were familiar to him, they were the ones who stuffed woven bags into the wheels of his motorcycle a few days ago.

At the same time, those boys also saw Jiang Lai.They stopped immediately, no longer moving forward, and you pushed me and I pushed you, as if seeing a plague god.

Bei Xiaowu was the only one with his trumpet facing the sky, squinting his eyes to look in.

"Let's go, why don't you go." By the time Bei Xiaowu realized it, he was already several steps ahead of his companions.

The boys signaled Bei Xiaowu to turn around.

Jiang Lai was crossing his arms and stepping on the railing of the flower bed by the side of the road with one leg.He thought, it seems that his few highkicks that night really calmed down these little guys.

Bei Xiaowu turned his head, and Jiang Lai smiled at him.Bei Xiaowu has become very familiar with Jiang Lai in the past few days, he can understand this smile immediately, and there is a hidden needle in the smile.

"Come here." Jiang Lai hooked his fingers.His voice was not loud, and it was difficult for the people around him to hear him in a noisy place, but he was sure that Bei Xiaowu understood.

Bei Xiaowu was stubborn and refused to move forward, holding the trumpet tightly in his hand, probably because he didn't want to appear subservient to someone in front of his brothers, so he asked boldly, "Why?"

"Come here!" Jiang Lai retracted his legs, cleared his throat, and when he turned his head, the smile on his face was still there but changed again.He raised his feet and walked towards Bei Xiaowu, step by step, passing by a young mother holding a child and then an aunt rushing to dance in the square.

Seeing Jiang Lai's posture, the little brothers around Bei Xiaowu thought they were going to be beaten again, so they ran away without any further discussion.

Jiang Lai just put Bei Xiaowu's shoulder and said with a smile, "accompany me to pick up the courier."

He obviously felt that Bei Xiaowu's slumped shoulders sank slightly after he said to pick up the courier, as if he was relieved.

Jiang Lai snickered, thinking that this kid was very funny, he was cowardly in front of himself, but he was quite stubborn in front of his little brothers.

A few minutes later, the courier arrived, unloading an oversized corrugated box from the vehicle.

Jiang Lai signed for the receipt, and raised his chin at Bei Xiaowu: "Hold it up, why are you standing there?"

Bei Xiaowu showed displeasure on his face, but he didn't dare to resist in the street. After all, he tried to beat him but he couldn't.

"Come on, I'll get this for you." Jiang Lai took the trumpet from Bei Xiaowu and glanced at the sky, but saw nothing.

"Can you play?" Jiang Lai walked in front and asked Bei Xiaowu while waving the trumpet.

Bei Xiaowu followed behind with a big heavy box in his arms, and started to pant after walking too far.

"You need to exercise more, kid." Jiang Lai poked Bei Xiaowu's thin arm with a trumpet, feeling good.

The author has something to say: Bei Xiaowu: I have to quietly put the fitness plan on the agenda, see you in the future, maybe who is the plague god... Bah bah bah, I am a good boy.