save the cannon fodder

"Deng~deng~deng~, students, it's time for class."

It was time for class again, Ye Shuqi put down the report card, looked at the teacher who had just entered the door, prepared the textbooks, and began to concentrate on listening.

Alas, no matter how much you think about it, it’s useless. Studying hard is the kingly way.

On the other side, Mu Qing also packed up her things and went to the studio. Apart from being an art teacher in the senior three classes, she also leads an art class. In fact, she mainly teaches art classes.

Today, she is going to teach those art students.

It was quiet outside the corridor, and cadenced lectures could be heard from time to time in the classroom. Mu Qing also wore a long black dress and stepped on small high heels, and walked straight towards the studio.

When passing Class 15 ([-]) of senior high school, my footsteps paused, and I slowed down a little, looking through the glass, trying to find the person I didn't find last time.

The drifting gaze finally fixed on the opposite window, with a fair and immature face, a focused expression, the bright light outside the window shone in her clear eyes, reflecting a little bit of starlight, making people unconsciously immersed in it.

The person being watched seemed to be aware of it, and looked sideways at the opposite window, but found no sign of anyone.

Probably misunderstood.

Ye Shuqi turned her gaze back and continued to listen carefully.

Outside the window, Mu Qing had already looked away, restrained her slightly accelerated heartbeat, and left the window as if nothing had happened.

This little girl is very pretty.

Walking to the door of the studio, Mu Qing also pushed the door and entered. There were about seven or eight students sitting quietly in front of the drawing board, adjusting the colors on the paint board. A piece of white paper was pasted on the drawing board.

Hearing the sound, they all stopped their movements, stared at her, and said in unison:

"Mr. Mu is good."

Mu Qing also nodded, faced the group of students, and began to introduce today's tasks.

"Today's task is to paint a still life with colors. You must pay attention to the subjective processing of the color and color relationship of the still life, control the color harmony, paint the color well, and don't hesitate when painting..." Mu Qing said in a rambling manner Issues to be aware of.

It's strange, she obviously doesn't know anything about it, but she has a reason to say it, and even thinks she can draw such a still life painting.

After assigning the task, Mu Qing also sent the still life photo to be painted to the group, and the group suddenly became restless.

"Ah, why is it so difficult? You have to adjust multiple colors well."

"Woo woo woo, I don't think I will."

"Oh, God will kill me too."

"..."

Mu Qing also glanced at the complaints in the group and ignored them.

In the time of two classes, it is up to them whether they can finish the painting.

After a while, the students in the studio began to calm down and concentrate on painting.

There is not much time left for the art exam, and it is a little bit to learn a little bit.

It was quiet in the studio, and occasionally some students would ask Mu Qingyi for advice in a low voice, for fear of disturbing them.

However, the silence will always be broken.

"Touch!" The door was kicked open violently.

The people in the studio were startled suddenly, their hands trembled, and the painting in front of them was destroyed, and everyone was angry.

Who, how wicked.

All the people in the studio were burning with raging anger, and looked at the door angrily, their eyes seemed to swallow people up, but when they touched the person at the door, their anger instantly subsided, like a basin of cold water poured down, their eyes all avoided , appearing to be staring intently at the drawing board, but actually secretly staring at the door.

Damn, why did this overlord come here?

"Who is your teacher?" A tall boy kicked open the door, glanced at the studio, and said arrogantly and casually.

However, there was silence in the studio, and no one answered him.

The tall boy frowned impatiently, kicked the door hard, and said again: "Who is your teacher?"

"Me, what? What do you want me to do?" A cold voice came from behind the drawing board.

The tall boy inexplicably felt that the voice was very familiar. When he raised his eyes to look over, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was startled.

Isn't this the violent woman from last night?

Last night was definitely the biggest failure in his life. A few big men were beaten to the ground by a weak woman. If they said it, they would embarrass him as the bully of the second lieutenant.

Anyway, he gave the little brother who went there last night a password. If anyone dares to speak out, let's see if he doesn't tear their mouths.

But who the heck would have thought that he would meet the Lord here.

Mu Qing also curled his lips slightly, and looked at the shocked male lead jokingly.

What a coincidence, male lead.

"What do you need from me?" Mu Qing also raised his eyebrows, stood up from the chair, approached the male protagonist Lin Xunnan, and looked down at him.

Mu Qingyi's height is not much different from that of the male lead. After wearing high heels, he is taller than the male lead. The height gap brought a sense of oppression to the male lead, and he couldn't help but take a small step back.

Staring at Mu Qingyi who was approaching step by step, Lin Xunnan's momentum unconsciously became shorter, but he still raised his airs and looked at Mu Qingyi proudly.

"Oh, I just came to inform you that from today onwards, I will be in your class until the art exam is over."

"This class, I like to come or not."

"Sorry, since you are in my class, you have to abide by the rules of my class. You have to come if you are called, and you have to do whatever you are told." Mu Qingyi clasped his hands and said coldly.

Tsk, come and leave whenever you want, treat her as a restaurant.

"If you can't abide by the rules, turn left when you go out, I won't keep you in my class."

The people in the studio watched the two of them secretly, glanced at them from time to time, and secretly cast admiring gazes when they heard Mu Qingyi's tough words.

Hey, why didn't I realize that their beautiful teacher is so handsome before? Look at this hard-spoken words, great!

Lin Xunnan's face was ashen, staring at her fixedly, but he didn't dare to slam the door and leave.

If he dared to leave like this today, the old man would have his leg broken tomorrow. The old man gave an ultimatum that if he didn't pass the university entrance exam, he would be kicked out of the house.

He couldn't figure it out, why is it so troublesome to solve things that can be solved with money, it's not that their family doesn't have money.

Alas, relying on culture will definitely not work. Fortunately, he is good at painting, so he thought about transferring to the art class to learn casually. How did he meet this violent woman? If the story of him beating the teacher spread to the old man, He will be miserable.

Lin Xunnan stared at Mu Qingyi angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Where is my position?"

A real man has to learn to submit, he endures!

Mu Qing was also surprised, she said everything like this, shouldn't the hero give up?

"Host, in the original plot, because his father is an intellectual, he thinks it is very important to be admitted to a university, and the hero is forbidden to spend money to buy a university, so the hero can only rely on the road of art." 003 noticed To the surprise of the host, explained.

"Also, the male protagonist is really talented in drawing, and it is because of painting that he met the female protagonist." 003 added.

"That is to say, this is in the original plot?"

"Yes, but the one in the original plot is not the host, but another teacher."

"In addition, because the male protagonist is mainly the female protagonist he met in college, there is no specific description of the male protagonist's high school life."

"That's right, let me emphasize, host, while saving the cannon fodder, you must also ensure that the general direction of the original plot remains unchanged."

"That is to say, I can't prevent the hero from being admitted to college?"

"Yes."

"Hey, where is my seat?" Lin Xunnan asked Mu Qing impatiently without waiting for a response for a long time.

Hearing the address, Mu Qing couldn't help frowning.

Are all men so rude?

"Who is your name? There is no one here to call you hello." Mu Qing also glanced at him, turned around and walked to the previous seat.

As soon as Mu Qingyi turned around, those students who were listening to the gossip immediately turned their heads to look at the painting in front of them, and from time to time they used a brush to touch a few strokes, pretending to be serious about painting.

Well, they didn't listen to the gossip, they were drawing seriously.

However, Mu Qingyi's voice came from behind them: "If you haven't finished painting today, you don't have to finish class."

They straightened their backs and relaxed, and suddenly became decadent.

Don't be so harsh, okay(﹏).

Lin Xunnan was expressionless, clenched his fists, and stared at Mu Qingyi's back.

Real man, be patient! Be patient! (╬◣д◢)

"Teacher, where is my seat?" Lin Xunnan gritted his teeth and asked bitterly.

Mu Qing also raised his eyes and pointed to an empty space, "Then, remember to finish today's painting, otherwise, please go out and turn left."

Lin Xunnan sat down in the empty seat, put the things on his back down with a bang, made a loud noise, and violently unzipped the zipper mixed with anger, and the noisy sounds continued to come from him.

Mu Qingyi flew over with an eye knife, Lin Xunnan received the eye knife, and subconsciously slowed down his movements, he couldn't express his anger, he felt aggrieved.

But what can he do, he can't beat him.

The studio finally quieted down, and the people in the studio were rushing to paint.

They don't want to be left behind.

Mu Qing also focused on drawing his own painting. Inside the painting was a yard, the grass in the yard was trimmed neatly and meticulously. There was a villa next to the yard. Several bodyguards in black suits stood there with serious expressions. One of the teenage girls looked indifferently at the yard.

After finishing the painting, Mu Qing also looked inexplicable, the depths of his eyes were dark and unclear, and then he covered the painting with black paint bit by bit.

When the black paint was painted on the distant scenery, Mu Qing also paused. On another villa in the distance, a seven or eight-year-old girl was lying on the railing of the balcony, staring intently at the girl in the yard.

Mu Qing also looked at the little girl lying on the stomach in doubt, why didn't she remember that there was a little girl here?The black paint continued to be painted, and the little girl lying on the balcony railing inside was gradually covered up, just like old memories will be covered by new memories.

After the painting was completely covered, Mu Qing also tore off the tape and threw the painting into the trash can.

Mu Qing also glanced around, everyone in the studio was quietly painting still lifes, even the male lead was quietly painting.

Mu Qing also took a closer look, and found that the male protagonist was quite good-looking when he was quiet, with a fair and delicate face, good-looking features, and a focused expression with a hint of affection.

It seems that the hero is not useless.