I won't show mercy to you

Zhuo Yu scored a glorious 59 points in the first math quiz in the new world.

But this is actually the result of Tan Ting taking Zhuo Yu to make up for three nights—Tan Ting taught Zhuo Yu many crooked skills, telling Zhuo Yu to write formulas and some idioms even if he couldn't understand a question at all. On the next day, he took Zhuo Yu to review a few questions that were almost compulsory, forcing him to memorize every step by rote.

When Jiang Yan posted the results, her eyes almost rolled to the sky.

"Progress is progress."

The expression on her face can be described as complex and subtle, "What if you give me one extra point for the test? Hmm? Did you pinch the point specifically to annoy me?"

Zhuo Yu was quite beautiful when she got the test paper.

You must know that when he first came to this ghost world, not to mention getting points, he couldn't even understand the nonsense in the title. ABCD was also a pleasing choice, so he is already satisfied with the current result. Could not be more satisfied.

However, Tan Ting didn't even blink when he received his 98-point test paper, he just stuffed it in the bookcase, and continued to hold Zhuo Yu's test paper, looking through it with a sad expression.

"I clearly told you, Zhuo Yu, that the auxiliary line can't be done like this..."

Tan Ting pointed to the last big question which was almost blank and said disappointedly, "Besides, this question clearly didn't say, how can you assume that this triangle is an equilateral triangle? It's just a little short, and you can pass the test. …”

It was Zhuo Yu who took the test, but Tan Ting seemed to be the saddest one.

"..."

Zhuo Yu scratched her head in embarrassment, "Don't I need a process of improvement? Oh, I think it's already pretty good. I can't rush this kind of thing."

Tan Ting still held the paper and said nothing.

"It's not thanks to Tan Ting, you taught me so well."

Zhuo Yu began to flatter one after another, and began to look forward to the future with overconfidence, "Think about it, I will pass the next time, and I will be able to pass the [-] next time, and finally catch up with you soon Now, isn't this getting better?"

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you know that this is impossible at all, but I don’t know if it’s because Zhuo Yu seems too sincere or because Tan Ting is too easy to deceive. Tan Ting seems to really believe it—he first lowered his eyes and thought. After thinking for a while, he raised his face and looked at Zhuo Yu again, his eyes were shining with bright and firm light, and he nodded as if looking forward to it.

He was dumbfounded, but Zhuo Yu's heart throbbed inexplicably for a moment. He coughed, and just as he stuffed the test paper into the bookcase indiscriminately and wanted to say something, he saw Zhou Song holding his thermos cup kindly. , flashed silently at the back door and window of the classroom.

The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

"...The next class will be art as normal, I'm going to hold a meeting, it should be about the news about the autumn outing."

Zhou Song said calmly and peacefully, "Don't be impatient, write three ancient poems and Chibi Fu silently during lunch break, and review them carefully."

Three seconds after Zhou Song left, the classroom completely exploded.

"...?"

However, Zhuo Yu just turned his head and asked blankly, "Did we have an art class?"

Tan Ting was also confused: "...I remember it was always Chinese?"

Han Ziqian hurried over with his paint box in his arms, pulled up a chair and sat next to them, and handed a brush to each of them, the joy on his face could not be concealed.

"Seize the rare concession of Lao Zhou this time, brothers."

Han Ziqian happily opened the paint box, "You know, this is probably the first and last art class this semester, why don't you take the opportunity to quickly create some amazing masterpieces?"

"Why are you so calm?" Zhuo Yu asked with interest, "Shouldn't you jump up and run around the classroom three times under normal circumstances?

"Ham, what's there to be happy about? What can our school do with this little funding, whether it's a day trip to the museum or picking Chinese cabbage at the farmhouse."

Han Ziqian calmly handed the paint to Tan Ting, "Don't talk, don't talk, show me your hands, Tan Ting, come and dip my paint, don't be shy..."

Tan Ting held up the pen for a moment, said thank you shyly for a while, then dipped in the paint, lowered his head, and began to outline on the paper seriously.

Zhuo Yu was too lazy to write, so he held his chin, turned the pen holder, and stared at him drawing boredly.

He watched as Tan Ting first outlined a face with a few strokes, then pressed his wrists to add eyebrows and eyes, and finally drew the frizzy strands of hair. He saw a villain with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes standing on the paper, stupidly Laji grinned.

It's not who Han Ziqian is.

Han Ziqian also caught a glimpse, and immediately picked up the piece of paper to look left and right, and howled in surprise: "Damn, this is too fucking similar, Tan Ting, you are a contemporary Picasso, no, I want to treasure it... "

Tan Ting smiled, dipped in the paint again, and tilted his head to look at Zhuo Yu beside him.

He held the pen holder, raised his face, and asked in a low voice expectantly: "Student Zhuo Yu, can I draw you?"

Zhuo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Sure." He said indifferently, "Be handsome."

Tan Ting groaned, first frowned and thought for a while, then picked up the pen again, bowed his head and began to draw.

It's just that Tan Ting's painting is much more detailed this time - he first slowly outlined the boy's unruly and handsome eyebrows and eyes stroke by stroke, and then added strong shoulders, a slender waist, and a long robe With his hair tied up high, he saw an unruly handsome young man standing vividly on the paper.

Tan Ting pondered in distress for a while, turned his wrist and stopped, and drew a sword on the boy's waist.

Zhuo Yu glanced at the scabbard and tassel of the sword, and found that it was indeed the same as his beloved sword Lingyun. He couldn't help but be surprised. Thinking about remembering these details so clearly, Tan Ting's brain is too good Bar.

Han Ziqian was stunned when he saw the painting: "No, it's too strong, even ancient costumes can be arranged, and brother Yu's body looks strangely harmonious..."

Tan Ting held up the painting, compared it to Zhuo Yu's face, and then put it down a little bit disappointed.

"It's still not as good as you." Tan Ting picked up the pen desolately and said, "...I, I'll think about it again."

Zhuo Yu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the painting, a little puzzled and said, "Why, I already feel that they are [-]% similar, isn't your request too high?"

"No, your charm and demeanor are much better than those in the painting."

Tan Ting shook his head, his voice became weaker and weaker: "It's my lack of foundation, plus I'm a little rusty after not writing for a long time, I should have..."

Zhuo Yu really likes Tan Ting's invisible boasting.

He was a little bit flustered for a while, so he coughed happily, snatched the pen from Tan Ting's hand, and comforted him: "It's good enough, as the saying goes, courtesy is reciprocal, today I will try my best to show you a hand, watch it."

Zhuo Yu buried her head in the painting for a long time, and glanced back at Tan Ting's face from time to time, then lowered her head and tossed about for a long time, and even changed a lot of red, green and green colors in a decent way, finally picked up the painting, proud It was placed in front of Tan Ting triumphantly.

"Look, it's a supernatural skill."

Zhuo Yu boasted and said with emotion, "You and I are really comparable in painting skills."

Han Ziqian first glanced at the handsome young man in the original painting, and then moved his eyes to the dark match figure next to him, falling into eternal contemplation.

After a while, he slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized: "I know, this is the female water ghost in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio!!"

Tan Ting: "..."

Zhuo Yu clicked his tongue, pointed to the awl-like chin of the master, and picked up Tan Ting's chin with the end of the pen, motioning Han Ziqian to look over.

"Small face with pointed chin, exactly the same."

Tan Ting: "..."

He pointed to the two oval shapes of hair on his face.

"Big eyes and long eyelashes, exactly the same."

With a turn of the pen, it pointed to the bloody mouth of the stick figure.

"Red lips and white skin, exactly the same."

Finally, he points to the abstract matchstick-like arms and legs.

"Thin arms, thin legs and thin waist, exactly the same." Zhuo Yu wrote his name on the bottom of the painting eloquently.

Han Ziqian: "...?? Probably the only similarity is that they all have limbs."

In order to achieve a sense of harmony and unity in the final picture, Zhuo Yu thought about it, and added a stick-like thing to the waist of the stickman, and drew a crooked snowflake pattern on one end of the stick.

He looked at it with satisfaction for a while, then leaned into Tan Ting's ear and whispered, "Does your Xuanxue Sword look like it?"

But Tan Ting seemed to really believe his nonsense.

He stared at the villain for a while, then raised his face to look at Zhuo Yu, and then lifted up the painting excitedly, looking left and right.

Finally, Tan Ting stacked up the portrait like a treasure, and carefully sandwiched it in the middle of the book.

"Very similar." Tan Ting said in a low voice.

Han Ziqian: "...???"