The male supporting role he pretends to be fierce [Transmigration Book]

Shao Yang did what he said, and bought the paint the next day, and gave it to Jiang Yi before evening self-study: "Do you know how to use this?"

Jiang Yi shook his head: "I don't know, I'll try."

Ten minutes before the evening self-study started, Wang Lipang and Liu Huanzhi came back from dinner and entered the classroom one after the other through the back door, just in time to see Jiang Yi tinkering with paint boxes and palettes.

A big lump of green paint was squeezed into the palette, Jiang Yi poked it in with a brush, dipped in some water and started stirring.

Wang Lipang showed disgust: "Jiang Yi, what are you doing, so disgusting?"

Jiang Yi raised the green paint brush in his hand: "Paint, don't you know it?"

How could Wang Lipang not recognize the two huge words "gouache" on the paint packaging box, but he just wanted to choke Jiang Yi: "Do you know how to draw? Just learn how other art students use this?"

"Will you tell me if I can draw the wheel?" Jiang Yi leisurely picked up the pen, and wrote down on the right side of the blackboard without sloppy, "No matter what, it's better than the bottom one."

Both Wang Lipang and Liu Huanzhi turned green. They were assigned the task of publishing the September blackboard newspaper just after the second year of high school. It was useless to waste study time, so I just silently wrote a large list of newly learned knowledge points on the blackboard as the blackboard report for the month.

However, the two of them only thought about the knowledge points, and did not pay attention to the typesetting of the handwriting. When written on a blackboard, the gaps between the words are sometimes large and sometimes small, each line is crooked, and the typesetting is chaotic. Overall, it looks very uncomfortable and has no aesthetics. Word.

But the two of them thought that the blackboard report would be finished as soon as it was published, so they could make do with it, and there was no need to worry too much, so they took that blackboard report and handed in the errand.

So, the blackboard class with the highest academic performance in the grade got the bottom one. Although the teacher didn't say anything, the two of them also felt that this was quite embarrassing.

Now that Jiang Yi brought up the matter again, the two of them looked very unhappy.

Liu Huanzhi was in a strange mood: "If you ask him to paint, what he does is nothing more than an imitation. What kind of image can he paint?"

Wang Lipang echoed: "Overestimate one's abilities."

The two spoke loudly on purpose, as if they wanted to let Jiang Yi hear them, and then they returned to their seats. If you look carefully, you can see that the two people's steps are disordered, and they are not as aggressive as they were when they made things difficult for Jiang Yi.

Shao Yang stood by the side watching the play with his pockets in his pocket, carefully observing all the small expressions on Jiang Yi's face, especially the faint little pride after he finished pissing off others, which was especially cute.

Shao Yang paced over, deliberately said: "So happy to win the quarrel?" Even the straight tail was slightly upturned.

Jiang Yi was caught in the heart, the hand that drew the line stopped, and the tip of the pen turned half a circle on the same point, drawing a big pause, and the base of the ear quickly turned pink.

He glared at Shao Yang.

Shao Yang raised his hands, his face full of innocence: "I didn't do it."

Jiang Yi snorted coldly: "Go and write the title when you have time, don't idle around here."

With a smile on Shao Yang's face, he said in his heart: I don't have time, I'm busy looking at you, you are more interesting than the newspaper.

But Shao Yang didn't say a word, he obediently took the chalk, moved the stool to the middle of the blackboard and began to write the title.

When the evening self-study bell rang, Xia Xiaolu hurried back from outside, and apologized to Shao Yang: "I'm sorry, I'm late to blow my hair."

Shao Yang smelled a scent of lavender in the air, which was unnatural and not as pleasant as the scent of milk on Jiang Yi's body, so he said, "I just started class, I'm fine."

Xia Xiaolu wanted to say something else, but Shao Yang didn't seem to have time to care about him, so he walked aside to see what Jiang Yi was doing.

She was immediately attracted by the green bamboos on the right side of the blackboard. Those green bamboos were painted with paint, and the branches were distinct. Every section of the green was glowing with oily light. There were a few leaves painted on the branches. , using white paint to outline the details inside, it looks a bit realistic from a distance.

Xia Xiaolu asked Jiang Yi in surprise, "Do you know how to draw?"

Jiang Yi: "I drew it casually."

It is called casual painting to be able to paint like this, and no one will believe it.

Xia Xiaolu stood behind Jiang Yi and looked at it for a while. From her position, she could only see Jiang Yi's profile. She could see Jiang Yi's face focused on drawing bamboo on the blackboard. The incandescent light shone on Jiang Yi's face, showing Jiang Yi's long eyelashes were even slightly curled, his lips were slightly pursed at that time, his face was so white that it was a bit reflective, and his whole person looked like a painting.

Xia Xiaolu became a little obsessed with watching, and forgot her mission for a while.She watched as Jiang Yi dipped some paint from time to time, or mixed some other colors to choose a color, and wrote down a few strokes on the right side of the blackboard. It seemed that there was a bamboo forest on the right side of the blackboard. The upper branches extended to the top of the blackboard. The whole board on the right side was very beautiful.

Jiang Yi didn't seem to notice, a little green paint was on the side of his face near his chin, and when he finished drawing another bamboo leaf and turned around to squeeze in some more paint, he heard a "puchi", and he looked towards the source of the sound , and saw Xia Xiaolu covering his mouth and smiling at him.

Jiang Yi said strangely:

"what happened?"

"Your face," Xia Xiaolu gestured to point out the approximate location of his own face to Jiang Yi, "This place is stained with paint."

Jiang Yi wiped the approximate position: "What about now?"

Xia Xiaolu smiled and said: "Don't wipe it off, your hands are also painted, the more you wipe it on, the more it will be."

Jiang Yi stood there blankly, at a loss.

Xia Xiaolu went back to her seat and took a pack of wet tissues. She wanted to pass them to Jiang Yi, but she thought that Jiang Yi could just wipe his face without paying attention to the paint on his hands. With wet tissues, he would definitely not be able to wipe it off. After weighing it, he asked : "Shall I wipe it for you?"

Jiang Yi frowned, and seeing that Xia Xiaolu had pulled out two wet tissues and was eager to try, he nodded in agreement.

Xia Xiaolu took a wet tissue to wipe Jiang Yi's chin.

Before touching him, Jiang Yi was pulled back by a force, out of Xia Xiaolu's reach.

Jiang Yi turned his head and saw Shao Yang with a gloomy face, his heart sank, and he screamed in his heart.

How could he have forgotten that the real male lead was here? He asked the female lead to wipe his face, and he didn't think death was bad enough.

Jiang Yi took two steps back in the direction of the door, thought for a while, and then took two steps back. His back almost touched the door before he stopped. He stood there neatly, waiting for the violent storm from the hero.

Sure enough, Shao Yang walked towards him and stared at him with unfriendly eyes.

When Shao Yang walked in front of him, Jiang Yi thought that Shao Yang was going to scold him, so he said in advance: "I didn't notice just now, she is still yours—"

Before Jiang Yi could finish speaking, Shao Yang put a hand over his waist and opened the door behind Jiang Yi, then grabbed Jiang Yi's wrist and pulled him out.

Jiang Yi was forced to follow Shao Yang out of the classroom.

Shao Yang walked very fast, he never let go of Jiang Yi's hand, and dragged Jiang Yi forward.

Jiang Yi followed behind, twisting his wrist vigorously in an attempt to break free from Shao Yang's grasp, but Shao Yang used too much force, and he couldn't pull his hand out for a long time, so he said, "You fucking let go first."

Shao Yang ignored him and was still walking forward with big strides.

Jiang Yi couldn't help mocking: "If you want to fight, you still have to find a place to fight. Is it necessary?"

"Shut up." Shao Yang sounded really angry. Jiang Yi had only heard this tone once, and it was the tone of Shao Yang's speech when he was fighting with him the day he just passed through, with cold anger.

Jiang Yi sneered: "I said I didn't pay attention, if you want to fight, you can fuck here, I'm afraid of you?!"

As soon as Jiang Yi finished speaking, Shao Yang had already dragged him to the toilet in the corridor camera.

get out of class is not over yet, and there are only the two of them in the toilet. If no one is talking, it will be so quiet that you can hear the sound of water dripping from the open tap.

Jiang Yi looked around the surrounding environment. Although it was a bit dirty, it was quiet. No one was coming over at the moment. Turning on the tap would cover the sound of their fight.

Apparently Shao Yang also wanted to go together, turned on a faucet to the maximum, and instantly the sound of "crashing" water echoed in the empty and quiet space.

Jiang Yi was eager to try, anyway, seeing Shao Yang like this, he didn't intend to forgive him, so it's better to have a quick fight, and discuss the matter later.

But when Jiang Yi moved his hand, he realized that his wrist was still tightly held by Shao Yang, and Shao Yang took a little water from the faucet with his other hand and wiped Jiang Yi's face quickly and ruthlessly. I can't wait to wash off a layer of skin on Jiang Yi's face.

The cold touch of the water made the bewildered Jiang Yi gradually wake up. Jiang Yi pushed Shao Yang away with all his strength, and finally rescued his hand from Shao Yang's.

Jiang Yi panted heavily and said in disbelief, "What did you do just now?"

"Wash your face for you," Shao Yang said with a gloomy expression, "Isn't your face stained with paint?"

Jiang Yi fucked up in his heart: "What's none of your business?"

"Yes, it's really none of my business." Shao Yang was so angry that he tried to maintain his expression, "Then you can ask Xia Xiaolu to wipe your face for you!"

Going around is still for this matter.

Jiang Yi couldn't help holding his forehead, and coaxed: "Okay, it's all my fault, I will never touch your woman, that's okay."

Shao Yang narrowed his eyes: "My woman?" His voice was low and sounded a little dangerous.

Jiang Yi felt that Shao Yang probably didn't like this title, so he explained, "It's Xia Xiaolu, I will definitely stay away from her in the future—"

"She is not my woman." Shao Yang cut off Jiang Yi's words.

Jiang Yi sneered.

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.At this time, Shao Yang still wanted to hide.

But at this time Jiang Yi still followed Shao Yang's words: "Okay, then I will never move Xia Xiaolu in the future, she is yours, and her whole body is yours."

"She's not mine," Shao Yang denied, "but don't provoke her."

Sooner or later, it will be yours, Jiang Yi thought, but he nodded indiscriminately on his face, trying to coax Shao Yang well.

Seeing the obvious disbelief on Jiang Yi's face, Shao Yang added, "It's not just because of her, anyone can wipe your face for you."

Jiang Yi looked like he saw a ghost: "Didn't you fucking turn against me because of her?"

Shao Yang: "It's not for her."

Jiang Yi's heart moved, and he blurted out and asked, "Then who are you for?"