The school bully is actually a madman who loves his wife

Gu Jinbei sent Qiao Ruo'an to the entrance of the examination room, rubbed his head: "An'an, come on, I'll take you to eat delicious food after the competition."

Qiao Ruoan nodded, turned and walked into the classroom.

There are more than 20 students participating in the painting competition, more than half of them have come here at the moment, and they are setting up easels in the classroom and counting paints.

Qiao Ruoan randomly found a seat and sat down.

The hardware requirements for art competitions in the winter camp are not very strict, and students are allowed to bring their own drawing tools.

Therefore, Qiao Ruo'an brought the precious paint that Gu Jinbei gave him earlier.

He has been reluctant to use those paints, thinking they are too expensive, but today, on such an important occasion, Qiao Ruoan does not intend to be an iron cock anymore.

He wants to win this competition.

The runner-up is not acceptable, it must be the champion.

After all, only if he wins the championship, he is eligible to be recommended to N University as an art student, and be with Gu Jinbei forever.

During the preparation, Qiao Ruo'an looked outside the door and found that Gu Jinbei was still standing there, like many times before, unwilling to leave until the last moment.

Qiao Ruo'an covered her face with a drawing board, and secretly blew a kiss to Gu Jinbei.

Then I saw Gu Jinbei reaching out his hand tacitly, to catch his kiss.

Everyone in the classroom was concentrating on preparing for the competition and didn't notice the childish actions of the two of them. It wasn't until the examiner entered the classroom that Qiao Ruoan waved his hand to let Gu Jinbei leave.

"There are still 15 minutes before the start of the game. Everyone prepares first. If you don't have all the tools, hurry up and borrow them from the people around you."

There are three examiners in this painting competition, all of whom are well-known art teachers in Ningcheng, and the chief examiner is an in-service professor of the Art Department of N University.

If she can win her favor, the score will definitely not be low.

Qiao Ruoan took a deep breath, and after getting everything ready, he closed his eyes and began to sketch the prototype of the painting in his mind.

After a while, the sound of the easel moving came from beside me.

Qiao Ruoan opened his eyes and saw Qiao Jiali sitting beside him.

"Can I sit here?" Although it was a question, Qiao Jiali didn't intend to ask Qiao Ruoan for permission, and threw the open backpack on the ground.

Qiao Ruoan subconsciously looked at the backpack.

The paint inside is also a very expensive brand, Zhou Xiuhong probably bought it for him.

Qiao Ruo'an couldn't help but feel a little sad when he remembered that he didn't even deserve a box of 200 yuan paint.

He should have realized that he was a piece of trash in the eyes of Qiao Jianhua and Zhou Xiuhong.

To put it bluntly, they were not even fit to carry the shoes of their precious young son.

"This competition will take a long time, why don't you even bring water? I just bought two bottles, and I'll give you one bottle." Qiao Jiali pretended to be natural and put a bottle of mineral water under Qiao Ruo'an's feet, and then unscrewed the other bottle , took a sip.

Before the game, he specially asked Qian Jie to obtain a colorless and odorless laxative, which he injected into the mineral water bottle with a needle.

If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

Qiao Ruoan said "thank you", looked away, and pulled the chair away.

He knew that Qiao Jiali was going to be a demon again, but he wasn't sure what he would do, just in case, he still had to keep a distance from him.

Not long after, the other two examiners also arrived at the scene.

The chief examiner glanced at the time and announced the start of the competition.

Qiao Ruoan picked up the paintbrush and started to color in the paint tray.

Qiao Ruo'an had already thought about what to paint in the painting "Follow the Light".

In this kind of competition, brain hole is one aspect, and the meaning of the painting itself is also very important.

As long as you can make the examiner feel that you are a thoughtful person, it is half the battle.

Twenty minutes into the game, Qiao Ruoan heard Qiao Jiali sighing.

Out of curiosity, he glanced to the side, and found that Qiao Jiali was frowning tightly, and the colors in the palette were messed up.

Qiao Jiali doesn't know how to draw, let alone how to color, everything is based on feeling.

Before the competition, Zhou Xiuhong repeatedly told him to study the principles of color, but Qiao Jiali didn't take it to heart, thinking that there are quite a lot of colors in a box of paints, which must be enough for him.

As a result, I realized that some things cannot be expressed by one color at all.

Such as the vast expanse of starry sky.

Seeing the dark blue color of the drawing board without layering, Qiao Jiali frowned, tore it off, threw it in a ball on the ground, and replaced it with a new white paper.

Then, she looked at Qiao Ruo'an, who was seriously painting beside her.

Twenty or ten minutes have passed, and Qiao Ruoan still hasn't touched the bottle of mineral water.

Isn't this guy thirsty? !

Qiao Jiali was a little anxious, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

If Qiao Ruo'an didn't drink water all the time, his plan would fail. Not only would he not be able to win the game, but he would have to pay Qian Jie a favor in vain.

The key is to be scolded by my parents when I go home.

I don't know if he sensed Qiao Jiali's thoughts, Qiao Ruo'an was really thirsty while painting.

He picked up the mineral water bottle at his feet, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to his mouth.

However, before the mouth of the bottle touched his lips, he suddenly thought of something and frowned.

No, not right.

This water was given to him by Qiao Jiali.

The current Qiao Jiali is crazy to the point where he doesn't recognize his relatives.

How can I drink the water he gave me?

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruo'an glanced to the side, just in time to meet Qiao Jiali's guilty gaze.

Qiao Jiali was taken aback, and quickly turned back, pretending to be nonchalant and continuing to draw.

Qiao Ruoan pursed her lips, twisted the bottle cap again, and put it on the ground.

Although his younger brother started to do evil things under the doting of Qiao Jianhua and Zhou Xiuhong, after all, he was at that age and had little experience in doing bad things, and his emotions were written on his face.

In the past, he might just turn a blind eye and let it go because Qiao Jiali was younger than him.

But not this time.

This time Qiao Jiali touched his bottom line.

After all, if there is really something wrong with this bottle of water, then he will miss the championship and miss the N University.

Thinking about it, Qiao Ruo'an picked up the mineral water bottle again.

Then, when Qiao Jiali felt guilty and dared not look at him, he changed the bottle at his feet.

The whole movement was smooth and smooth, without revealing any flaws.

After doing this, Qiao Ruo'an couldn't help thinking, since when did he become a sharp-edged person.

In the past, he always faced the world with kindness, but what he got was hurt again and again. It wasn't until he met Gu Jinbei and those people who were extremely important to him in his life that he realized that some things cannot be tolerated blindly.

When it's time to fight back, you have to fight back.

Just like now.

If the bottle of water Qiao Jiali gave him is okay, then everyone will be happy.

If so, Qiao Jiali can only bear it.

……

Four or ten minutes into the match, Qiao Jiali's expression suddenly became very ferocious, and his butt twisted into twists on the chair.

The examiner saw him gurgling around like a big silkworm chrysalis, so he couldn't help it, walked up to him and asked, "Student, what's wrong with you, butt scratching?"

Qiao Jiali bit her lip, her face turned green, and the low laughter of her classmates could still be heard.

He didn't know what happened, his stomach suddenly hurt badly, and it was still gurgling, but Qiao Ruo'an didn't react after drinking the water he handed over, and he was still calm and calm at the moment.

"Teacher, I, I'm fine..." Qiao Jiali took a deep breath, thinking to bear it a little longer, and go to the toilet after the game is over.

however……

"puff--"

A thick and loud fart sound put an end to his childish thoughts.

Everyone else in the classroom was stunned, including the examiner. Everyone frowned and covered their mouths and noses with the strange smell that followed.

Qiao Ruoan was so suffocated from sitting next to Qiao Jiali that she almost vomited her breakfast. At the same time, she also realized that Qiao Jiali had really put medicine into the water, and the dose was not light.

The examiner has lived such an old age, and has never smelled such an unpleasant smell. It can be said that it is difficult to achieve the level of Wang Zhi mixed with stinky tofu and durian. Classmate, you shouldn’t be pulling, right?”

"No, no, I didn't..." Qiao Jiali was about to cry.

"If you can't do it, go to the toilet first. You've made the room smoky, and there is no artistic atmosphere." The examiner took half a step back, "Do you know where the toilet is? Go out and turn left to the end."

Under the watchful eyes of the examiner and classmates, Qiao Jiali's face flushed red, and finally he couldn't bear the overwhelming abdominal pain and rushed out of the classroom.

Qiao Jiali didn't come back until the two assessments were all over. I don't know if he got off.

After the painting was handed in, Qiao Ruo'an silently tidied up the tools.

He tried his best.

Regardless of whether he can win an award in the end, this is already the maximum limit he can do.

Just as he was about to walk out of the classroom with his backpack in his hands, the examiner stopped him: "Student, wait a minute."

Qiao Ruoan stopped, "Teacher, are you calling me?"

"Yes, I'm calling you." The examiner waved his hand, "Come here, let me ask you something."

Qiao Ruoan was a little strange and walked over.

The examiner smiled: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you, where did the inspiration for this painting come from?"

Qiao Ruoan lowered her eyes and saw that the examiner was holding his "Follow the Light" in his hand.

There is no so-called "light source" in this painting, only the back of a young man walking in the night.

The young man is tall and tall, and he can see the surrounding plants and trees clearly wherever he passes, implying that he has his own light.

Qiao Ruoan thought for a while and said:

"It was very important to me to paint this person."

"It was he who pulled me out of the dark quagmire and let me know that this world is so beautiful."

"So for me, he is my light. As long as I follow this light, I have the courage to go through the night and go to the day."

After Qiao Ruoan finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

In fact, painting is like music, and it is more about venting emotions.

Qiao Ruo'an felt that all his admiration and love for Gu Jinbei had already been contained in this painting.

"Then do you feel that this figure is a little far away from you?" The examiner asked, "Is it because this person is too far away in your opinion?"

Qiao Ruoan was noncommittal:

"He's so good, and I often feel like I'm not good enough to match him."

"But even so, I will put him within sight and chase him step by step."

"Because I know he is waiting for me, waiting for me to walk into his world."

Not far away, when Gu Jinbei who came to pick him up heard Qiao Ruoan's words, his heart was filled with unexplainable emotions.

He went straight to Qiao Ruoan and held him in his arms.

"Fool..." There was a smile in Gu Jinbei's voice, and he seemed a little helpless, "You are already my whole world, do you still need to come in?"