Heard I'm Frail [Quick Transmigration]

The supermarket's carrot promotion lasted for a whole month.

Gu Chuan is not a person who likes to eat carrots, even if every time he goes to the supermarket, the sales lady will enthusiastically put a few boxes of carrots in his basket, but he will clear them out.Because there are so many carrots at home that there is no place to put them, there is no need to buy them again.Recently, the part-time boss of Xu Yang may have seen that the special promotion of carrots is very cost-effective. It is cheap and can show his heart, which can stimulate the enthusiasm of employees, so he gave employees a lot of carrots.

Later, there were too many carrots in Gu Chuan's house. Even if Xu Yang used carrots to cook in different ways every day and gave them to neighbors, he still couldn't digest them all.So much so that many of these carrots were broken in the end, and they could only be cleared out like garbage.It was only after the promotion ended that the situation improved a lot.

During this month, Gu Chuan's paintings were finally completed.He took down the whole painting, packed it and sent it to the designated place.When he was handing in his work, he met the classmate who was wearing glasses.Gu Chuan has a good memory, and he recognized that the other party was the one who challenged him before, saying that he would beat him in this painting competition.Now seeing that the other party was also carrying a big rectangular thing, Gu Chuan guessed that the other party was also here to submit the work.

"You..." The other party saw Gu Chuan, and he said with a very surprised look in his eyes, "Are you here?"

Gu Chuan nodded: "Yes."

"..."

Gu Chuan didn't understand the silence of the place, and he didn't have the enthusiasm to continue the greetings, so he walked into the office by himself and handed in his packaged works.The teacher who received the painting was sitting lazily at the desk, and when he took the drawing board with drooping eyes, he saw the signature in the lower right corner.

"Gu...Gu Chuan?" The teacher suddenly exclaimed, "You are Gu Chuan!?"

"Yes."

"So you are a student of the painting department?" The teacher seemed to be pumped, and he suddenly became energetic. "You painted? Huh? You want to participate in this painting competition?"

Gu Chuan didn't understand the teacher's surprise, but he still nodded: "This is my entry."

"Okay! You really have an idea!" The teacher narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Just don't worry, someone like you will definitely get No.1! You don't have to worry at all!"

Gu Chuan frowned, and he asked back, "Teacher, do you know me?"

"I know you! You are a famous person!" The teacher said haha, and then he seemed to realize something, and he quickly added: "I know your teacher, of course I have heard of your name! I know you are Gu Chuan who is very good at drawing!"

Gu Chuan felt that the teacher's performance and words were contradictory, and he didn't recognize him at all at first, and he was quite surprised.There was a feeling in his words that he didn't know that he was a student of the painting department, but now he said that he knew him sloppily.Besides, he has the impression that although his mentor likes to praise him, it shouldn't be to the point of praising anyone he sees, right?

"Your work can be placed here." The teacher said, "You can go home now, and we will notify you on the day of the awards."

"Ok."

When Gu Chuan walked out of the office, he saw the classmate wearing glasses still standing blankly at the door, so he said, "The teacher is inside."

"Oh..." The student didn't know why he stood at the door, his expression seemed a little tangled, a little dissatisfied, and he seemed to be a little bit impatient.In the end, he turned his head to look at Gu Chuan and asked, "You...why do you want to compete?"

Gu Chuan found this question a bit funny, and he replied: "For the award."

"Have you finished your painting yet?" That classmate frowned tightly, and he pursed his lips and asked again: "This is an oil painting competition, not a black and white sketch competition, are you sure your painting is colored? "

"of course."

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with your coloring?"

Gu Chuan asked back: "What do you mean?"

"……Means nothing."

The student's arms seemed to be tightened, and he held his painting tightly in his arms.He looked up at Gu Chuan, and said hesitantly: "I...I have to go back and revise it!" Then he hurried away with his painting in his arms.Seeing this, Gu Chuan didn't do much, he didn't linger at the door of the office, he quickly walked away again.

Today is the time to submit works for the painting competition. The teacher in the office here just finished receiving Gu Chuan, and not long after, another student came in with a painting.Just as he was about to say something, the student who was walking to the desk suddenly turned around and walked back.

"Hey? Aren't you here to hand in the paintings?" the teacher yelled.

"No more."

"why?"

The classmate stopped, turned to look at the teacher, and said lightly, "I thought about it, and I don't think I like to bully people."

"What bullying?" The teacher paused, and then he suddenly realized: "You mean Gu Chuan?"

The classmate didn't say a word, but his eyes and expression said everything.The teacher's expression changed, but in the end he didn't say anything.

A few more students came to hand in their works one after another, but they all looked very hesitant. When they were about to hand over their works to the teacher, they hurriedly took them back, then turned around and ran away.So at the end of the day, there was only one painting by Gu Chuan in the teacher's office.

When I got off work, the director came to check the situation, and the teacher who received the paintings told the truth: "I only received one painting by Gu Chuan today, and many students came, but they ran away without handing in their works..."

The director's eyes changed, and then he said, "It's okay."

"Ok?"

"They probably don't want to compete with a disabled person, so don't force them. After all, this kind of competition is not something to be praised. Besides, they are so young and strong, and a year is not long. They can afford to wait." The director said with a look on his face. He said unchanged, "Anyway, the first prize has already been decided by Gu Chuan by default, and whether other people participate in the competition will not affect the final conclusion."

The teacher exclaimed: "Is it really fixed?"

"Of course!" said the director, "It's not easy for him as a disabled person, he is a model of a disabled person, and the higher-ups asked us to take good care of him as a disabled person."

While the director was chatting with the teacher, a person broke into the office suddenly.A male student with glasses came in hurriedly holding the painting, he gasped and said, "Teacher, I'm here to hand in the work for the painting competition."

"You want to compete?" the teacher asked in surprise.

"...I, I signed up." The classmate wearing glasses probably didn't expect to be questioned, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Could it be... I missed the time to submit the work?"

The director took a step forward, but he didn't look at his paintings, and said directly: "You go back."

"what?"

"You can compete again next year."

"……why?"

"Because you are worth the wait." The director said flatly, "I know you, you are Teacher Qian's student, you are very talented."

"What does this have to do with my talent?" The male student wearing glasses sipped his lips and said, "I don't know how you guys think about it, but I said that I will compete with Gu Chuan in this competition Up or down."

"you sure?"

"what?"

"Are you sure you want to compete with a disabled person?" The director frowned, "Do you think this is fair?"

The male student wearing glasses obviously struggled with this problem, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "But..."

"Even if you win him, no one will see your talent from now on. Everyone will only remember you as a painter who stepped on the blood of a disabled person. If you lose to him, others will think you It's a trash that can't even be compared to the disabled." The director said lightly, "The contest you said should be carried out under the condition that the two are equal. In this situation, no matter what you do, it is wrong-so, Please come back."

The classmate opened his mouth and fell silent.

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