The cannon fodder doesn't want to accept his fate [Quick Transmigration]

In the middle of the podium, the boy in the white shirt smiled freshly.

"As for why I chose to paint this subject during the competition."

He paused for a moment, and his eyes moved somewhere indistinctly.

For a while, the four eyes met.

The man is tall and upright, with his head tilted slightly, his good-looking eyes slightly squinted, and there is a slight smile at the end of his eyes. When he looks at you so intently, it seems that you are his whole world.

"Before, when I asked about 'wish', someone once said a word to me, and that sentence made me remember very deeply..."

……

"5117, tell me, after the people of the last world become immortals and ascend, will they have the ability to tear through space and jump between planes?"

"Host, do you doubt that Yan Zhong will come to this world?"

Xing Ran nodded slightly.

"That's impossible..." 5117 scratched his head, "It stands to reason that even if you have that ability, you can only jump in the same parallel plane, and the plane we are in now has nothing to do with the previous plane. connect."

"...So, we should not meet people from the previous plane."

Amidst the warm applause, Xing Ran stepped off the stage, and when he passed the row of seats by the man, Xing Ran's footsteps were noticeably slower.

Really can't meet it?

After the judging, the results were announced. At the end of the reading, everyone held their breath and waited for the name of the first prize winner to be read from the host.

When the three words "Gu Congle" were pronounced loudly by a sweet female voice, and there was an echo in the spacious auditorium, Xing Ran was stunned for a moment, and then realized that amidst the attention of the crowd and the thunderous applause, Stand up and bow around.

At the end, he went to the stage to receive the trophy and took a group photo.

Affected by the remaining spiritual power of the original owner, his nose was always sour, and his eyes were uncontrollably wet. Holding the trophy, Xing Ran smiled with tears in his eyes, and he was really happy for Gu Congle.

For a long period of time, there was endless contempt and abuse for the helpless young man who had no dreams, no self-esteem, and even no relatives.

"Look, that one is Gu Congle, how disgusting, he still has the face to go to school?"

"That's right, it's really embarrassing for our Art Academy!"

"If this kind of person is not expelled immediately, I really don't know why the school still keeps him!"

"..."

Afterwards, when people mention that name again, the first thing that comes to mind is: this man, he brought glory to the academy.

everything will be fine.

**

The man seems to be quite famous, no matter where he goes, people who know him will greet him, and then the men will nod in response, easy-going, dignified and polite.

Finally, the man walked to a secluded path, there was no one around for a while, his footsteps gradually slowed down, before Xing Ran could speak, Luo Wuli turned around, just in time to see Xing Ran following him step by step.

The corners of his lips curled up, and his voice was loud and clear: "Little friend, what's the matter?"

Xing Ran, who was caught, was in a moment of embarrassment, why did he just want to talk to him, but now he is acting like a stalker?

Xing Ran blushed and stayed where he was, neither advancing nor retreating, and the words he had originally thought were stuck.

"I...that is, thank you that day."

"It's nothing." The man smiled, "It's just that you are so incapable of drinking, it's better to drink less in the future."

Xing Ran nodded, then stared at the other party intently.

"Mr. Luo, that painting of mine..."

There was a hint of expectation in the brisk tone: "Do you like it?"

The man didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, he was stunned for two seconds before he stretched out his pale fingers and pushed the glasses frame.

"Although the writing skills are still a little immature, but it is already very good at your age. Given time, it will become a great tool."

Xing Ran smiled obediently: "Thank you, Mr. Luo, I will practice hard and never disappoint your expectations."

"Well, if nothing happens, I'll go back first."

Luo Wuli's figure quickly disappeared around the corner, obviously his steps were still so upright and calm, but Xing Ran felt, why did that figure look like he was running away?

Also, Mr. Luo, you didn't answer the question.

"Look, host, let me say that he is definitely not Yan Zhong from the previous world. If you test him, he doesn't even know what your painting represents."

Xing Ran shook his head lightly, his eyes sparkling: "Not necessarily."

"Host, you are questioning my ability! I told you to clear away the feelings of the completed task world, you must..." 5117 pouted, "Forget it, let's not talk about you."

"But I really didn't detect any suspicious people in this world."

Xing Ran is also a little confused, obviously whether it is Mr. Shen in the first world, Yan Zhong in the second world, or Luo Wuli now, these three people feel too much alike to him, they have the same little things. Habits, and even the temperament that seemed to be engraved in his soul, made it impossible for him to ignore it.

"5117, have you ever wondered if your authority is not enough?"

"Impossible!" 5117 proudly said, "I am the most intelligent and powerful system except for the accompanying system 001 of the main god! No low-level system can escape my eyes!"

"Well, if he is really like us, why doesn't he recognize you?"

Xing Ran frowned: "But it's really strange..."

In the end, Xing Ran thought about it but couldn't figure it out. Forget it, his roommate is still waiting for him to celebrate in the dormitory.

Everything will always come to light.

There was no class the next morning, Xing Ran went to the hospital to see Gu's mother, because she announced the happy news to her on the phone yesterday, Gu's mother was happy for him, and her whole complexion seemed to have improved a lot.

Xing Ran handed over the first prize of 5 yuan to the hospital, and changed Gu's mother from the four-person ward to a quieter room.

Gu's mother was both relieved and distressed: "Lele, you don't need to spend such unjust money, it's good for mom to stay there."

"Mom, it's okay, we have money now." Xing Ran smiled sweetly and dimpled, "Just after the competition ended yesterday, the teacher told me that someone offered 10 and wanted to buy my entry."

Gu's mother was surprised: "Can you sell that much?"

Xing Ran nodded.

"Lele is amazing."

Xing Ran smiled, but his eyes were a little dim.

It's just the person who wants to buy his paintings, not Mr. Luo.

After leaving the hospital, Xing Ran was not in a hurry to go back to school, and walked aimlessly along the shade of the mottled trees. When he was tired from walking, he found a quiet place to sit down. The breeze blew, and a piece of pink acacia flowers fell On his shoulder, Xing Ran twisted it into his hand and observed carefully, the faint fragrance wafted into the tip of his nose.

He clicked on the red dot message on his phone.

"Student Gu, have you made up your mind? Do you want to sell it?"

Fingertips fluttered across the screen, then Xing Ran put the flower into his breast pocket and walked slowly on the way back.

"Wait a few more days, please trouble teacher."