He doesn't want to make green tea

"When did you draw this painting?"

The other party suddenly asked this question, and Zhang Yu replied truthfully: "This painting was painted a year ago, but it was accidentally dirty a few days ago because... because I moved."

In fact, when his father threw the suitcase, he broke it open, revealing the paintings inside, and someone stepped on it.

Lowe didn't seem too interested either. While wiping his hair with a towel, he took the time to look at it.

What I saw from Zhang Yu's position was his profile. Luo Wei was wearing short-sleeved shorts and looked like a homeboy, with his brows slightly frowned. Zhang Yu secretly took out his phone and took a picture in that direction.

The latter didn't notice his movement, so he quickly hid the phone.

After the task was completed, Zhang Yu turned his back and let out a sigh. Before Luo Wei could react, he packed up his things and went back to sleep. After the task was completed, he didn't want to face such a stinky face all the time, even if the stinky face was pretty.

He sent all the photos secretly taken today to Party A.

Although it didn't go very well, fortunately, I took a lot of photos, including Lowe's during the locomotive race, and some in the water room.

Party A had already fallen asleep at this time, and he only received the message the next day: "You guys had a great time, don't take pictures of me, keep going!"

A transfer of 1 yuan is attached.

Zhang Yu also thought about whether the other party might be some kind of bad guy and wanted to get close to Luo Wei deliberately. It can be observed that during this period of time, the sister of Party A has never asked for any invasion of privacy from Luo Wei. It seems that she just wants Zhang Yu to be able to get close to Luo Wei be friends.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhang Yu also expressed his understanding. After all, Luo Wei's bad temper must have no friends. Party A probably thinks that Luo Wei is too pitiful.

Of course, Zhang Yu has no friends.

And the reason why he chose to show his paintings to Luo Wei was also due to his own plan.

In his impression, although Luo Wei was indifferent, he had a certain sense of justice. If Xing Yuxing plagiarized his painting, this person would most likely testify.

Going to school the next day, the classroom was also discussing yesterday's Lowe's game, and Zhang Yu's deskmate and the front desk chatted in full swing.

"I accelerated at the last corner, rushed to the first place, and beat the old man, so handsome."

The front desk interrupted her: "I don't know about those, but I heard that Luo Wei also found a girl to sit on the back seat of a motorcycle."

It was at this time that Zhang Yu returned to his seat. The conversation between the two girls stopped abruptly, and they exchanged winks. One of the girls suddenly asked him: "Zhang Yu, when did you get so familiar with Luo Wei? I heard that yesterday You're the one in the back seat."

Many people in the class heard about the weekend and were secretly watching Zhang Yu. At this time, they also put their ears to listen.

Zhang Yu smiled slightly, which seemed to be his capital to show off: "I don't know much about it, so I just went in at a loss."

At first, everyone was still a little uncertain, but Zhang Yu didn't deny it at this time, and suddenly he was sure. The front desk seemed to envy him: "I also heard that he put the helmet on you with his own hands? Are you so gentle?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Zhang Yu remembered how Luo Wei played him on the racing track. He gritted his molars, but gave a good-tempered hum on his face.

It wasn't a lie, since Lowe had put the helmet on him anyway.

In addition, Ren Xingwang was with him when he appeared on the stage. Although it sounds like a big deviation, none of it is a lie.

The front table gave a thumbs up and said in awe: "You are such a warrior, I can't speak just seeing him, and you can be friends with them."

Then there was the curiosity of the people around about what happened yesterday, some people asked about Lian Yuanqing, some people were curious about Wang Ke, Zhang Yu huh huh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, for the first time, I had a feeling of being surrounded by classmates.

At this moment, the door of the classroom was opened, and Luo Wei stepped into the classroom for the last 10 minutes.

It was rare for him to wear a school uniform today, the zipper was pulled up to his chin, half of his face was buried in the collar, and his brows were exquisite and ruffian. He stood upright, and his baggy schoolbag was thrown on the chair.

Then leaning on the back of the chair, lazily looked up at the crowd: "What are you talking about?"

For a moment, the crowd seemed to have taken a dumb drug, and no one answered.

He didn't make a loud noise when he threw his schoolbag, but from the moment he entered the door, other people habitually quieted down. It seemed that Luo Wei's every move was a bit scary. Even Zhang Yu's deskmate and the front desk stopped talking and turned their heads one after another. study.

Zhang Yu was almost in a cold sweat. If Luo Wei heard the conversation just now, he wondered if he would be exposed directly.

With such a background of Hades, the green tea became cute and amiable, and the front desk couldn't help giving him a thumbs up from under the armpit. Zhang Yu pursed his lips and smiled, thinking that the front desk was very cute.

There was still some time before class started, but Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School were silent, except for occasional people reading the text from the book.

After a while, the teacher came back to class and said that there will be a drawing competition in a few days, and now the number of places will be counted.

Zhang Yu still remembers this painting competition. In the previous life, Zhang Yu was busy pleading with his family and didn't pay attention to it. Xing Yuxing won the grand prize in this competition and had the opportunity to exhibit his paintings.

But this time, Zhang Yu didn't want him to go so smoothly.

People in the class signed up one after another. Zhang Yu was a little surprised to see that Luo Wei also wrote his name in the back row. He knew that this person had many hobbies before, but he didn't expect that Luo Wei also liked painting.

The book was passed from behind to Zhang Yu's hand, and he paused at the tip of his pen before writing his own name.

Their school's courses are relatively easier than other high schools, and the training for art candidates is also during winter and summer vacations, and they usually take classes with other people, so most of the participating students are art candidates, and there are few like Zhang Yu.

It was Zhang Yu's former head teacher Zhang Liqing and the current head teacher Peng Ge who sorted out the registration form.

When the registration form came out, Zhang Liqing approached Peng Ge: "Mr. Peng, isn't there a bit too many places in your class? Why are there still non-art candidates signing up?"

Teacher Peng also read it after hearing the words. There are five students in Class [-], which is not much more than other classes. The only one who does not take the art test is Zhang Yu.

"Isn't there still a place? Let the child go if he wants to try."

Zhang Liqing wanted to leave that spot for the Xing family's off-campus relatives. It was very difficult to get a spot for this painting competition. Vocational high school students had no way to participate. If they wanted to sign up, they had to buy a spot from their high school.

Xing Yuxing's mother promised to give Zhang Liqing [-] to buy this quota, and Zhang Liqing was moved.

If Zhang Yu took this spot in Teacher Peng's class, the relatives of the Xing family would not be able to get in, and she would not be able to get the money.

"He's not an art candidate. This kid used to be in our class. I know best. He steals things and buys famous brands. He has a lot of vanity at a young age. Participating in competitions means gaining attention. It's better to leave the opportunity to the capable ones." people."

Teacher Peng grabbed the list and said, "Where did you hear these rumors? How can you talk nonsense without evidence. As a teacher, if you don't teach children well, you should wear colored glasses first."

"I'll go back and ask Zhang Yu if he knows how to paint. We can't decide this by ourselves."

Zhang Liqing slammed the pen on the table, sneering:

"Yes, I don't know how to teach. Mr. Peng is the best at teaching. After all these years, there should be an artist in the class, right? How come you haven't even won an award in the class for so many years?"

Teacher Peng's usual personality is not considered tough, so he didn't know what to say at this time, turned his back to the discussion, and returned to class with the form.

She called Zhang Yu to the corridor.

"Zhang Yu, I see on the registration form that you also want to participate in this painting competition?"

Although Zhang Yu couldn't figure out the situation, he hummed: "What's wrong, teacher."

Teacher Peng looked at the list over and over again, thinking about what to say: "The teacher has not taught you for a long time, but I heard from your former teacher that you have never learned painting. Have you ever painted?"

Teacher Peng tried to slow down his tone as much as possible, but it still made Zhang Yu a little uneasy. The former head teacher looked down on him and hated him, and Teacher Peng shared an office with Zhang Liqing, so it is very likely that he heard the rumors and also hated him: "I used to have Learned for a while."

His voice became smaller and smaller: "I have painted a few paintings..."

Teacher Peng sighed, seeing him like this, he couldn't say anything serious again: "Then show the teacher your previous works tomorrow, and I will have the confidence to secure your spot for you."

Zhang Yu hummed, agreed, and returned to his seat. Seeing Zhang Yu's absent-mindedness, his deskmate asked, "What's the matter? What did the teacher tell you?"

If it's a good thing, Zhang Yu likes to show off very much, but Zhang Yu is still reluctant to talk about the shameful thing of being removed from the quota, and only keeps it in his heart, vaguely saying that it is because of the painting competition.

He went home at noon that day and brought two paintings back to school.

When I went out, I found that Luo Wei had also returned to the rental room. After eating, he was sitting in the room playing games. The two passed by, but Luo Wei ignored him.

Even ordinary neighbors will say hello when they meet, but it seems that there is no such habit in Luo Wei's world. If Zhang Yu is still in the mood to bother Luo Wei for a while, but this time he was too preoccupied and didn't look at Luo Wei much. Wei glanced at him and left.

After dawdling until the noon class, Zhang Yu sent the painting to the office, and Teacher Peng sat at the desk to look through it.

In the distance, Ren Xingwang was being questioned by the director: "Where are the people from Luowei? You two stick together every day, so it's impossible not to know why he went?"

Ren Xingwang glibly said, "No matter how sticky we are, it's impossible for us to follow everywhere. I'm not his father, so I have no obligation to keep an eye on him. I really don't know. Director, why don't you go out and look for it yourself?"

Ren Xingwang also noticed Zhang Yu who entered the door, and blinked at him as a greeting, and Zhang Yu smiled at him.

"Did you draw these yourself?"

Mr. Peng was a little speechless: "Your style of painting is already very mature, unlike those who just learned... You can directly take the art test."

Zhang Yu said softly: "I have studied for about five years."

Teacher Peng was silent for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"I'm sure I need to secure a spot for you, you stay here first, and I'll communicate with Teacher Zhang later."

In fact, Zhang Yu knows very well that there is a high probability that there is no chance. He can see that in the relationship between the two, Teacher Peng is the weaker side with a softer personality, while his original head teacher Zhang Liqing is very strong. If Zhang Liqing does not want him to participate , communication will definitely not have any results.

On the other side, the director let Xingwang leave first, but he didn't leave the classroom, instead he came over to look at Zhang Yu's painting.

"Although I can't read it, you look alike in the painting. I remember that my boss also signed up for this painting competition." He stretched his neck, "What's the matter, is there no place for you in the competition?"

Just as Zhang Yu wanted to explain, the director next to him threw a slipper over and hit Ren Xingwang on the back: "Why are you joining in the fun, go back to class!"