[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

In the office, the atmosphere was dignified, Huo Zhi's expression was as cold as ever, Lin Qiuci glanced at him from time to time, almost writing grievance and condemnation on his face.

The teacher's complexion was not very good, "This is a big matter, how could you just investigate it? Huo Zhi, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Huo Zhi said, "I won't joke about this kind of thing."

His voice was not loud, but his words were clear. A dim light flashed across Lin Qiuci's eyes, but when he raised his head, it became full of forbearance again.

"Teacher, I swear I will not do such a thing."

The teacher said, "Things haven't been implemented yet, the teacher believes in you."

Lin Qiuci was so grateful that he almost shed a tear.

Huo Zhi's voice sounded at this moment, "If the oath is useful, why do we need evidence?"

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Lin Qiuci's hand holding the corner of his clothes turned white, he was trying to calm himself down, Huo Zhi had no evidence, the painting didn't even have a signature, and no one would be left as evidence, what he did was so clean, he would never be If someone finds a falsehood, so what if Huo Zhi wants evidence?Even he himself has no evidence to prove that the painting is his, as long as he bites it to death and does not let go, then nothing will happen.

The teacher called the higher-ups, and it took a few minutes to come over and said, "The organizer of the competition has already sent the painting up. If you don't have evidence, they can't do anything."

Huo Zhi knew that the former owner's last hope was crushed by the word "evidence". It was obviously his property, so why did he have to produce evidence to prove it in the end?No one was willing to help him, and everyone regarded it as his unreasonable trouble. Zhao Rongchi could have helped him, but the man completely ignored his begging, stared at him like a clown, and stood up without hesitation. By Lin Qiuci's side.

Perhaps it was at that moment that the original owner realized that everything he grabbed desperately was actually something he had never really obtained.

But this time is different.

Huo Zhi asked, "Is there surveillance in the studio?"

The teacher said, "Of course there is, but the monitor has been broken for several months, and it hasn't been fixed yet. Huo Zhi, tell the teacher the truth, you really didn't put the painting somewhere else and forget it? Why don't you go to looking for?"

Lin Qiuci also agreed aggrievedly, "Teacher, I think Huo Zhi's nonsense was caused by some kind of stimulation recently."

One said he was making trouble for no reason, the other stabbed him with nonsense, Huo Zhi's face was calm, of course, his heart was indeed calm, he just took out his mobile phone in front of them and dialed Zhao Rongchi's number.

Soon there was a voice over there, "Hello?"

Huo Zhi was unambiguous, "Something happened to me, you'd better come here."

Zhao Rongchi didn't ask him anything, but just confirmed, "Are you in school now?"

Huo Zhi hummed, and the phone was hung up. When he raised his eyes, he immediately caught the impetuousness in Lin Qiuci's eyes, which made his already good mood a little better.

As the saying goes, make the best use of things, and people are also the same. Raising a dog for a thousand days and using a dog for a while, I hope Zhao Rongchi will not let him down.

When Zhao Rongchi came, it happened to be a break time, and many people focused their attention on this man in a suit and leather shoes. His facial features were so sharp that many girls blushed, but they dared not take a step forward. strike up a conversation before.Several people recognized Zhao Rongchi's identity, but they began to wonder why such a big man came to their school?Still in a hurry, apparently in a hurry, many people secretly guessed and watched Zhao Rongchi go upstairs and into the office.

The atmosphere in the office became more tense with Zhao Rongchi's arrival. The teacher stood up respectfully and flattered him, but Zhao Rongchi just walked up to Huo Zhi's side and asked him what happened.

He put his arms around Huo Zhi's waist, and Huo Zhi also leaned on his shoulder in cooperation, and calmly stated what happened to the man.Zhao Rongchi's eyes slowly shifted to the side when he heard the words "Lin Qiuci", as if he had just noticed that there was another person here.

The smile on Lin Qiuci's face could no longer be maintained. When Zhao Rongchi looked over, he had to show a weak and pitiful appearance. Anyone who looked at him would put him in the position of the victim.

The original Zhao Rongchi should have liked this kind of lover the most, he would show weakness to him, and he would show his side that needs the care and dependence of the other party, but for some reason, not only did he not feel any pity for such Lin Qiuci, but he felt that Huo Zhi This indifferent and calm appearance made him feel more comfortable and liked him.

After hearing what Huo Zhi said, Zhao Rongchi didn't hesitate at all, "I'll call the organizer and ask him to bring the painting over for a look."

The power of capitalism is terrifying. Within 10 minutes, a man wearing glasses appeared in the office, followed by two assistants, carrying a painting covered in cloth.

The door of the office was not closed, and many students gathered outside to watch the play, chattering.

"Mr. Zhao, I have admired your name for a long time."

After a moment of commercial politeness between the two, the man with glasses turned to look at Huo Zhi, "This is Mrs. Zhao, right? Is there anything we can do for you?"

Huo Zhi raised his chin, "Is this painting sent to you by Lin Qiuci?"

"The signature is indeed Mr. Lin." The spectacled man used a very conservative rhetoric.

The signature is yes, but I don't know if the work is true.

Huo Zhi curled his lips, looked at Lin Qiuci who had been left out for a long time, and asked slowly, "Since you said you made this painting yourself, why don't you tell us what this painting is about?"

Lin Qiuci's eyes widened in disbelief, "Huo Zhi, don't you still believe me?" What exactly is Huo Zhi planning?He clearly knew that he had already seen that painting, so why would he ask such a question?

He seems to have grasped a corner of the truth, but it seems that there is nothing.

Huo Zhi continued, "For the sake of fairness, I will also tell the content of this painting, and let's see whose is the correct answer."

"This……"

"Are you hesitating, or are you guilty?"

Lin Qiuci's ears were buzzing, and he could feel the gossiping gazes outside, all hitting him like a searchlight, guessing and exploring.

Even the teacher who believed in him so much at first frowned in disbelief.

"...I said," Lin Qiuci gritted his teeth, "that painting is a landscape, a sunrise."

He remembered very clearly that the painting that Huo Zhi showed him was a vivid picture of a sunrise in the east, but for some reason, when he said this, the smile on the corner of Huo Zhi's mouth deepened a little. .

He heard the other party's voice calmly, "That's not a landscape picture, but a portrait."

Lin Qiuci's heartbeat stopped abruptly for a moment, and then it started beating more violently.

"Zhao Rongchi." Huo Zhi called out suddenly, and when he met the man's questioning eyes, he said again, "It's nothing, I just called you."

"Then, can we take off the curtain now?"

The man with glasses checked Zhao Rongchi's expression, and then said hello. Everyone's eyes focused on his hand. As the white cloth fell to the ground, the moment the painting was exposed in the air, Everything became quiet, and it seemed that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be clearly heard, making people unable to help but lower their breath.

Lin Qiuci's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at Zhao Rongchi almost subconsciously. For the first time, there was a blank space that could be seen on the man's usually calm face.

It's all too quiet.

Zhao Rongchi's thinking has never been so disconnected as it is at this moment.

He stared blankly at the almost sacred portrait, as if he had lost the ability to speak—it was himself, a self he had never seen before.Suddenly, his ears heated up, and Huo Zhi's voice rang out in a low voice, just enough for the two of them to hear, "Although it was a few days earlier, but——Zhao Rongchi, happy birthday."

The breath he exhaled was warm, warm and warm, flowing into Zhao Rongchi's heart, just like that, it easily flowed into the softest part of his heart.