The whole world is forcing the heroine to turn

"Today's homework is due tomorrow. I hope everyone can give me a satisfactory painting."

After two classes in a row, the art teacher said it when the class was about to end.

As soon as she said that, some students breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it was due later, but I didn't draw it well at all."

"I thought it was time to hand it in, but it turned out to be in a hurry."

"Fortunately, I haven't drawn yet."

The classmates next to her were all thankful, and Lu Chen was also a little bit thankful. Lou Feng helped her draw more than half of it. Although there were still some unfinished drawings, she should be able to hand them in to cope with it.

At first, I thought that the time was too tight, and if I made it up too hastily, the teacher would find out, but now there is still one night, and it is completely in time.

Although it's a little unkind to hand in Lou Feng's painting, but...it's just a game, and she didn't copy someone else's...

There is no need to have any psychological barriers at all. This is a game. In the game she plays, she uses other people's things to complete a task. Isn't this quite normal?Many games have similar plots, so there is no need to think so much.

Lu Chen told himself over and over in his heart to get rid of the unnecessary strange emotions in his heart.

……

After eating and taking a shower, Lu Chen sat down at the desk and began to write his homework.

After finishing those simple homework, Lu Chen took out the drawing book and turned to the page of Lou Feng's painting today. More than half of the painting on it has been completed, and there is another point that looks very simple. She can follow along with the painting. finished painting.

Looking at the painting, Lu Chen felt that he was very powerful.

She started to pick up the pencil, and then landed on the drawing book. On the tall building, it was bent sideways and upwards, not light, but not heavy either.

Lu Chen thinks that she drew a very good stroke, but this stroke is completely different from the surrounding ones. Obviously they are all drawn with pencils. Obviously, the pen in class is the same as the one in her hand, but the strokes are completely different. no the same.

Just by looking at it, one can see the difference between her painting and the surrounding buildings at a glance.

Lu Chen was stunned. She picked up the eraser and carefully wiped off the marks she left on it. Then she lay down on the table and drew carefully. This time, she was more careful than before.

It was completed in one stroke, and Lu Chen carefully compared it with other curves in the drawing book. They were very similar but not different.

She continued to draw, repeating the next stroke again, so that every stroke was extremely careful.

It wasn't until she filled in all the empty spaces and looked at the whole painting that Lu Chen realized that the strange feeling in the painting was still there, and it looked very awkward.

According to the feeling, I erased the wrong places one by one, and the painting returned to its original shape again. The difference from before was that there were many pencil marks in the blank places on this painting.

It's worse than the beginning.

Lu Chen stared at the painting for a long time. After a while, she turned around and looked at the door of her dormitory. She thought for a while, then turned around and hugged her painting book.

She carefully opened the door of the dormitory and poked her head out. Because of the sound of her opening the door, the lights in the corridor turned on. Lu Chen nervously looked at the lights above his head, and waited for a few minutes before the lights dimmed.

She turned her head to look, and there was some light under the door of the dormitory next door, and Lu Chen's original worries disappeared because of this light.

The president is here.

Lu Chen walked out of the room nervously, and she ran over. The distance that was originally not long was greatly shortened by her running.

Lu Chen stood at the door. She breathed repeatedly to adjust the beating heart in her body. She raised her hand and curled her index and middle fingers. Before her fingers touched the door, Lu Chen withdrew her hand. She lowered her head. , patted his chest nervously, and then knocked on the door.

There was some noise inside, like the sound of a chair being pushed away, and then the sound of the door being unlocked.

The next second, the door was opened, and the president stood behind the door, looking at Lu Chen at the door with a puzzled expression, "What's the matter?"

When the president asked, Lu Chen recovered from the nervousness. She raised her head, and in a place where she couldn't see, her fingers clenched the edge of the drawing book, "I..."

She just got stuck after saying one word.

Why did she come to find the president?

Let the president teach her to draw?However, what if the president doesn't know how to do it?

Why did she rush to knock on the door so impulsively?

Lu Chen, you idiot!

Seeing that Lu Chen hadn't spoken for a long time, the president couldn't help but frowned, and her gaze fell on the painting book Lu Chen was holding in his arms.

"Come in first." With that said, the president opened the door and made way for it.

"Thank you, President."

The furnishings in the room have not changed much from before. The only difference is that there are more books on the desk. Besides the books, there is also a red invitation card. Cleaned up.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" The president pulled a chair and asked.

Lu Chen hastily handed over the drawing book in his hand, "This..."

There are not many paintings in the drawing book, and after flipping through a few pages, you will arrive at the latest page. The previous paintings are all childish, like a child's graffiti, and they are still the kind that can't be painted well.

The teacher's evaluation is not high.

The latest one is completely different from the previous level, and a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it is not the same person as the previous one.

There are obvious traces of modification on it, but it has been modified many times, but it has not been completed.

The president closed the drawing book and put it on the table, "Instead of taking other people's things for business, it's better to do it yourself, no matter how bad the drawing is, you can still draw it yourself."

When she was in school before, it was not that Lu Chen had never done this kind of behavior. She would ask her classmates to do it for her, and then handed in her homework, and got a good evaluation from the teacher. A piece of cake.

But what she said from the president's mouth made her feel a little uncomfortable.

There is a feeling of shame.

"President, do you hate this kind of behavior?" Lu Chen looked nervously at the picture book on the table, and she asked cautiously while clutching the corner of her clothes tightly with both hands.

"It's not to say that I hate it, and it's not that I like it. The students will do it because they want to respond to the teacher's expectations. Schools use grades to classify students' pros and cons, and parents use grades to look at their children's future, which naturally leads to all kinds of consequences. The president paused, and she shook her head, "Grade grades are important, but people don't just look at grades in life, but for the expectations of teachers and parents. We must regard grades as our most important mission and serve them effort."

Lu Chen was taken aback for a moment. She didn't understand what the president said. Everyone knows the truth, but it has always been like this. "Isn't this a matter of course?"

The president smiled, and she nodded, "Yes, it's a matter of course."

Although she hates the system, she lives under the system and must abide by it.

This is, as it should be.

"Let's talk about your homework." The president did not continue the topic. She opened the drawing book on the table, and then tore off the page that did not belong to Lu Chen. It is necessary to submit such a painting that exceeds your ability to draw, even if there will be an excellent one on it, but this does not belong to you, and a more serious teacher may talk to you."

She took out a blank picture book from the stacked books on the table, and then took a pencil.

"It's similar to students crossing out the names of other students and writing their own names during the exam. This is an unacceptable behavior. Whether it is good or bad, what you draw is far more recognized than using other people's things. The sense of accomplishment comes from recognition.”

Lu Chen nodded, she sat on the side obediently, watching the president's movements, "The homework is not difficult, just draw what you see."

The chairman's hand dexterously left lines on the blank paper, connecting them together, and the prototype of a building was gradually completed.

Compared with her, Lu Chen felt that he was much clumsier, and he was completely different in every painting.

"President, just draw what I see. I may draw a work of the soul." When talking about the work of the soul, Lu Chen was a little embarrassed. He also drew a rectangle, and the line drawing of the president The straight line is relatively straight, and it won't be said that the line is crooked.

And hers may be straight at first, and then it starts to deform in the middle...

The president turned her head and looked at the painting drawn by Lu Chen. She stood up, leaned behind Lu Chen, and held Lu Chen's hand holding the pen with one hand, "The feeling of the hand is very important."

Lu Chen's hand froze. She never thought that the president would use it. The hand was a little hot, not cold. The warm palm was pressed against the back of the hand. Lu Chen felt that the hand holding the pen was a little hot, scorching hot. That kind of feeling that a layer of skin will be burned off, but it is not the feeling of being burned off.

Can't tell, it's weird, but I don't want to let go.

"Once you get used to it, it will be easy to find."

"Draw it like this, don't use too much force."

In the ear is the president's voice, and in the hand is the temperature of the president's palm.

There is a feeling that the whole body is wrapped by the president, and the attention is completely drawn by the voice, to pay attention to her voice, to pay attention to her hands, and to pay attention to her expression when she said this.

Just couldn't concentrate on what she said.

The president's long hair fell onto Lu Chen's face, and it was itchy, and he could still smell the fragrance from it.

What shampoo does the president use?

"Sorry." As if noticing his falling hair, the president used his other hand to hook the hair behind his ear.

Lu Chen snorted nervously, and she said in a low voice that it was all right, but it was so low that only she could hear it.

Lu Chen felt that his heart was beating hard, very hard, thumping, and it felt as if his heart would jump out of his body in the next second.

What should I do?She is so nervous.

"It's probably like this, try to draw it yourself." The president let go of his hand, and she stepped back, letting Lu Chen draw by himself, while she watched from the side.

The hand came suddenly and left suddenly. Lu Chen was a little lost. She was extremely nervous holding the pen, and simply drew a cuboid. Because of the trembling, the cuboid looked a little distorted.

Much worse than the first drawing.

"What's wrong?" the president asked suspiciously.

Lu Chen shook her head, she hastily erased the cuboid she had just drawn with an eraser, "No, it's okay."

The author has something to say: Loudly, is the president better than the school grass?