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

"For—" Shao Yang choked suddenly.

There was an answer in his heart that was ready to come out, but he couldn't say it.The person in front of him was still looking at him with piercing eyes, looking for an answer in his eyes.

But he couldn't give it, and he didn't figure it out himself, but he felt that his thinking was wrong, and he shouldn't continue thinking about it.

But Jiang Yi didn't get an answer, so he asked again: "Who is it for?"

Shao Yang's eyes were heavy, he gritted his teeth, and simply replied: "Xia Xiaolu."

This was the only answer he could think of without revealing his inner thoughts for the time being.

Sure enough, Jiang Yi sneered in return: "Then what did you pretend to me before?"

Jiang Yi took a step forward, made a fist with his right hand, and hit Shao Yang's left chest with the face of the fist in a moderate manner. Every time he said a word, he punched Shao Yang's chest, making Shao Yang think: "Shao Yang, listen carefully!" I don't like Xia Xiaolu, and I annoy you even more. I came to school to study, not to fight with others. You have to find fault with me..."

Jiang Yi paused, deliberately lowered his voice, and warned in an extremely hoarse voice: "I will destroy you."

Shao Yang's heart trembled, and his eyes focused on Jiang Yi's face. Seeing the serious expression on Jiang Yi's face, he knew that Jiang Yi was not joking.

Although he was not afraid of Jiang Yi, he was afraid that if he said another word, something would come out, so he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Jiang Yi went to the urinal at the back to put some water. When he came out, Shao Yang was still standing there. He sneered, washed his hands, and deliberately spilled the water on Shao Yang's face.

Shao Yang's eyelids felt cold, his eyelashes trembled, and a drop of water fell down, hanging on his cheek for a long time.

Jiang Yi glanced at Shao Yang lightly: "I'm going back, I haven't finished drawing the blackboard yet."

"……Um."

Xia Xiaolu saw two boys leaving the classroom holding hands, and she was still in a daze until now.From three people to only one person left, she was still holding an unused wet tissue in her hand, and she didn't hold the tissue now, nor did she put it back, she silently clenched it in her hand.

She took a pen and began to write on the panel where Jiang Yi had painted the green bamboo, and after writing a few lines, the two boys came back.

The faces of both of them were not very good, one's chest was wet, and the other's cuffs were soaked, looking a little embarrassed.

Xia Xiaolu glanced at those two people, then jumped off the stool, hesitated for a moment, and chose to ask Jiang Yi: "What are you doing?"

However, Jiang Yi gave him a cold look.

Xia Xiaolu froze in place.

Before Jiang Yi said that he liked her and always came to show her courtesies, no matter how she refused at that time, Jiang Yi would always pester her with a playful smile and a cheeky face, never showing her the same expression as before.

Xia Xiaolu turned around and stopped Jiang Yi. After receiving Jiang Yi's cold stare again, he faltered and asked, "You... have you finished drawing the bamboo on your right? I... I wrote it."

Jiang Yi glanced at the blackboard. There were four or five lines of characters on the right side of the blackboard.

Those bamboo leaves are still a few leaves unhooked, but it doesn't matter, Jiang Yi said: "You write first, I will draw something else."

"……it is good."

For the next half of the self-study class, the three of them were extremely silent, and the atmosphere was unbearably cold.

Xia Xiaolu wanted to say something, but couldn't find a topic, and was afraid of making the atmosphere even more tense.After she finished writing the text on the right panel, she began to use paint to help draw the border of the panel. When drawing the border, she had to walk around, and it was inevitable that she would be next to Shao Yang and Jiang Yi.

It's okay to lean against Shao Yang, but as soon as she gets close to Jiang Yi, she will feel a chill behind her back, and then she hears Jiang Yi say: "Don't draw here, wait until I finish drawing things."

Xia Xiaolu had no choice but to go to the other side of the blackboard.

Shao Yang didn't say anything more, and silently finished writing the four big characters "I and the Motherland" in the middle, mixed some paint for coloring, and quickly returned to his seat.

Xia Xiaolu had nothing to do after drawing the borders of other boards, and returned to her seat.

Leaving Jiang Yi alone to continue drawing on the blackboard.

Neither Shao Yang nor Xia Xiaolu came to the evening self-study of the second quarter, and only Jiang Yi drew the illustrations on the left panel on the blackboard.

Jiang Yi had already dealt with the homework questions that he would do during the day, and the rest were things he couldn't understand or understand, so he just gave up.He didn't want to go back to his seat and look across the corridor from Shao Yang, so he continued to draw in the back. There was something he wanted to draw, but it was very tedious and relevant, and it would take some time to draw it carefully.

Jiang Yi likes to draw. He injured his leg in a fight with someone in his previous life. He couldn’t do strenuous exercise for three months. During that time, he was not interested in doing it, so he borrowed a few books from his grandpa who just moved from the city upstairs. Grandpa He is a painter, and the books lent to Jiang Yi are all about painting.

Jiang Yi wanted to try drawing after reading a few books, so he borrowed a pen and paper from his grandfather and started drawing.Jiang Yi found that as long as he drew a picture, his heart would calm down, and the tediousness of life seemed to no longer bother him.

mood.

He showed his grandfather the few pictures he had finished drawing from the calligraphy, and his grandfather said that he was talented, and later he would go to his grandfather to learn painting whenever he was free.

I studied continuously for five years until my grandfather passed away last year.

After the evening self-study, Jiang Yi heard a lot of praise for his good painting, but also heard a few sour words.

Wang Lipang: "He was painting there alone, and everyone else knew to come back to study. What's the point of drawing a blackboard newspaper? It's just that he failed the exam."

Liu Huanzhi: "Maybe he can only paint bamboo, just show off there."

Jiang Yi glanced at them: "You guys also come to show off?"

Wang Lipang and Liu Huanzhi were speechless for a moment, stomped their feet, and left.

Jiang Yi learned a lot from his grandfather. He really likes painting. He can see another world in his paintings, a world he wants to go but can't.

So once you start writing, you will immerse yourself in the world you write, and you will not stop unless you have to.

Jiang Yi asked Marcobo to go back to the dormitory first, and he went back after finishing the details of the last bit of bamboo.

This tick will turn off the lights in the teaching building.

Jiang Yi packed his bag and rushed to the dormitory.

There were not many students on the road anymore, and the street lights on the road near the teaching building were also turned off, and the light was a bit dim with only the moonlight.

Jiang Yi suddenly thought of the look in Shao Yang's eyes when he dragged him to the toilet. Thinking about it now, apart from anger, there seemed to be a little disappointment in those eyes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Shao Yang had something to say, but he didn't say it in the end.

But in the end Shao Yang admitted that it was because of Xia Xiaolu, so there was nothing to talk about. As a male supporting role, he should pay attention to it. He was the one who made the mistake today, and he has nothing to argue about.

"Srust, rustle, rustle."

Jiang Yi was engrossed in his thoughts, and walked slowly. He inadvertently heard footsteps behind him, not too close to him, but at the same rhythm as his walking.

If he stopped... the footsteps behind him also stopped.

Jiang Yi walked again, followed by the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he stopped, so did the sound behind him.

Jiang Yi thought of the vulgar campus ghost stories that Marco Po told him during class. Although he didn't believe them, he couldn't help but think about them, and his heart sank.

He stopped again, and turned his head at the same time as he took a step. After seeing the people behind him, he was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and his heart was relieved.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jiang Yi continued to walk forward, as if he didn't know anything, without deliberately changing his walking speed, and without stopping, he walked all the way back to the dormitory.

On the fourth floor, he turned to the left, and the people behind him turned to the right, and they parted ways.

The blackboard posters drawn by Jiang Yi quickly became famous in the grades. The blackboard posters of the first experimental class in September were the next grade. Many people were waiting to see the jokes of the first class again, so they would go to see what the first class drew.

But they didn't expect to see it this time, but they saw unexpected results.

Class [-] is always the first in grade in each blackboard newspaper, and the photos taken will be put on the grade blackboard newspaper exhibition board, and soon someone finds out that the row of bamboo in the blackboard newspaper of class [-] is a bit similar to the bamboo drawn in a certain blackboard newspaper of class [-].

This matter spread to class [-], and the art students in class [-] crowded to the door of class [-] to read their blackboard newspaper after class was over. When they saw the bamboos on the right panel, they couldn't help but poke their heads, and began to ask who those bamboos were drawn.

The students in class one were more honest and told the students in class ten that those bamboos were painted by Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi, the repeater, the poor student who fought with Shao Yang, the first grader.

Class One had just finished biology class, and Jiang Yi was still thinking about the meaning of the population change curve, when someone called his name outside the door.

Jiang Yi glanced at the door, and there was a group of people he had never seen before, and he didn't know those people.

Jiang Yi walked out suspiciously: "Who is looking for me?"

"He!" someone pointed out.

The one pointed at was a boy standing behind the crowd, tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses, fair skin, but with a sullen face, looking cold.

Jiang Yi asked: "Are you looking for me?"

The boy stood with his arms folded against the wall, his eyes were not on Jiang Yi, but looking into the classroom through the window of class one. He didn't know what he was looking at, but he didn't seem to want to talk to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi is not very good at dealing with this kind of person who can't fart for a long time after asking him. After waiting for half a minute and not hearing an answer, he wants to go back to the classroom.

Jiang Yi was stopped by other students in class ten: "Jiang Yi, you want to leave after copying Liao Miqing's painting?"

Jiang Yi frowned: "When did I copy his painting?"

"The bamboos you drew are obviously copied from a blackboard newspaper before our class." Mi Qing painted it, you obviously copied it!"

"It doesn't look like a copy, it's completely different from Liao Miqing's painting, the level is poor and you want to copy?"

"Copy dog."

Class [-] students said one sentence to the other, making a lot of noise, and there were more and more people watching.

The next period in class one happens to be Zhao Yingjun's physics class.

Zhao Yingjun went to the classroom 2 minutes early, and saw many students surrounded by the corridor at the door of Class [-] from a distance.

Then, he heard the last student in his class standing at the back door of the classroom saying: "You also know that the paintings are completely different. In your eyes, as long as you draw the same thing, it is considered plagiarism? Then all of your subordinates Is the painting also plagiarized?"