Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The school where the original owner stayed was the best high school in Quande City, with a rigorous style of study and the highest enrollment rate every year.

He Shu has extremely low grades in cultural subjects, but is extremely talented in art. He once won the special prize in the Blue Ocean Cup competition and was praised as a ghost by the judges.

Excellent color sensitivity makes his painting style unique, very eye-catching, and belongs to the player who is chased by God to eat.

Except for the spoiling of his two elder brothers, Mother He's attitude towards him has been very indifferent since he was a child, and he doesn't care about painting. She pays for it, but she never cares about how high he has reached.

With such an attitude, I don't know how serious the matter of changing the painting teacher is to He Shu, who is at the critical point of his sophomore year and senior year in high school.

Good-looking, cool-tempered, rich in family, and full of talent, these auras blessed He Shu, and he was very popular in school.

During class time, everyone went back to the classroom, and when He Shu walked out, many people paid attention to him.

Shen Xinglan didn't remember his school life. He was used to being alone, and he suddenly integrated into the youth campus. Fake.

He stopped in his tracks and stopped at the corner of the boulevard. After the class bell rang for the last time, the ding was long and ethereal. Except for the teaching building, the rest of the school was empty.

Shen Xinglan edited a text message in a decent manner, pulled someone from the chat list, and was about to send it.

There were rustling footsteps not far away, and when he approached, a smiling voice asked, "Huh? Qing Cheng, isn't this your younger brother?"

Shen Xinglan pressed the send button without changing his face, and then looked up to see the person. When he saw the person coming, his eyes paused for two seconds, and he couldn't look away.

Under the shade of the tree, the boy's broken hair covered his brows, his eyes were warm and soft, his white shirt was neat and clean, his cuffs were slightly rolled up, half of his wrist wearing a watch was exposed, and he had a cowhide book in his hand. His whole demeanor was gentle and gentle.

The two looked at each other briefly in the air, and Shen Xinglan's mind spontaneously recalled the good deeds that He Shu's second brother He Qingcheng had done in the plot line.

Unlike He Shengyuan, who had a flat bowl of water, He Qingcheng was a brainless idiot. Among all the members of the He family, he was the first to be captured by He Yu's green tea practice, and he was loyal to him.

If we meet here, don't think about it, it's probably to see He Yu who is panicking because of the broken watch.

Shen Xinglan sighed unconsciously in his heart, it's a pity, this face is very suitable for him, as if it was tailor-made for his preferences, but it grows on such a cannon fodder.

He adjusted his facial expression and said hello: "Second brother."

He Qingcheng hummed lightly, and his voice was as gentle as the wind: "Why haven't you entered the classroom yet?"

"Don't skip class again," said the friend next to him bitterly, "He Shu, your brother has been scolded countless times because you skipped class and climbed over the wall for being late. If he is caught again, he will not be able to be the president of the student council." down."

He Shu had no interest in studying, and would skip class whenever he got the chance, usually to go out to see art exhibitions or play games. Of course, this kind of behavior was not allowed in Quande No. [-] Middle School, which has a strict academic style, but who made him have a brother in the student union.

Many people envied and hated He Shu openly and secretly, thinking that his life was a mess.

Maybe it was because of giving too much, so God made a joke for him and took it all back at the age of 17.

Shen Xinglan raised his hand and said kindly: "I was wrong, I promise I won't be caught, if I dare next time, my brothers will just pretend they haven't seen me today."

Tang Hui's face turned bitter in an instant, and he turned his head to look at He Qingcheng, hoping that he would take care of this lawless brother.

The expression on He Qingcheng's face didn't change at all, and his voice was still elegant and pleasant: "It's fine if you don't see it, if you see it, go back to class obediently."

There were times like this in the past, although He Qingcheng was kind to He Shu, but only before He Yu appeared, and after He Yu appeared, everything changed.

He Qingcheng would not tell him that it was just a watch like He Shengyuan did, he would directly express it with actions, such as satirizing He Shu with a vitriolic face for making a fuss out of a molehill.

At this time, if you choose to go back, nothing will happen, but Shen Xinglan must leave the campus today, otherwise the show will not last.

Shen Xinglan only hesitated for a second, then he took half a step forward slowly, with the corners of his mouth drooping, and his voice was too low to be heard: "Brother, my watch is broken, I'm a little sad, I just want to go out and have fun."

The wind passed between the two of them, and the green trees made a clattering sound, making this trail extraordinarily quiet.

Art students are all very individual. He Shu looks a little unruly. When he is not smiling, his facial features are cold, like jade buried in snow. At this moment, his face is still the same, with long eyelashes blinking lightly, which makes people inexplicably feel pity feel.

Tang Hui is a handsome dog, his heart softened, and he couldn't help saying: "The watch is broken? What kind of watch is it?"

Shen Xinglan looked at He Qingcheng without blinking: "My brother knows."

He Qingcheng seemed to be steel quenched by fire, holding the book unmoved: "No."

Gentle and firm, no room for negotiation.

It is entirely conceivable what his attitude towards He Shu will be when he returns from watching He Yu who is about to cry.

Tang Hui turned his head to look at He Qingcheng, with an indescribable feeling that the temperament of his old friend had changed a lot. He had never been so decisive with his precious brother before, and he was a little frightened because of the aura of indisputableness all over his body.

So he dared not say a word.

Shen Xinglan hadn't seen a person who wouldn't take any tricks for a long time, half-jokingly: "You're so upright, brother."

Out of the corner of He Qingcheng's eyes, he could see the other person's small expressions, and naturally he didn't ignore He Shu's effort to raise his voice but couldn't hide his lower voice.

Without any disturbance, he said gently, "It's time to go back..."

After speaking halfway, he stopped when he saw the silver stud on He Shu's ear. It was a minimalist earring, very small, carved in the shape of a mint flower.

He Qingcheng was unusually quiet.

There were twists and turns in the plan, Shen Xinglan could only retreat and advance: "Okay."

He was about to turn around, but He Qingcheng suddenly said: "Forget it, remember to come back on time."

Shen Xinglan turned around, was stunned, and blinked lightly.

For He Shu, jumping over the wall and skipping class is commonplace. He quickly found the fence that he used to go out from his memory. He climbed the tree and climbed over the wall in one go. When he landed, he landed as light as a swallow. The whole process did not take more than 3 minutes.

96 The entire system is still in a state of confusion: "Is the next tearful plot really not going away?"

90.00% of the people choose to fight with He Yu when facing this big plot, and then use the green tea method to tea back gracefully during the fight.

The measurement criteria for completing tasks in their mission world is first to hit the completion of the plot, second is the satisfaction of the audience, and third is the completion of the character setting. The above-mentioned plot handling method is already considered A-level character design.

Shen Xinglan went the other way, directly abandoning this plot point, isn't she afraid that the audience will be dissatisfied, and points will be deducted directly for the character design?

The boy wiped the ashes from his hands, walked towards the bus station facing the sun, and said indifferently:

"Green tea should look like green tea, and the front is the lowest level of treatment."

"Then what is an advanced processing method?"

Shen Xinglan's eyes drifted away, the traffic on the road was like a dragon, bustling with people, and the wind howled away.

On the boulevard, Tang Hui patted his head: "Oh, the director asked us to deliver the materials. It's been 10 minutes, and I will definitely be scolded later."

He took three steps and made two steps to speed up, while He Qingcheng, who was behind, was still not in a hurry: "Say I'm delayed because of something."

Someone took the blame, Tang Hui felt at ease and lay flat as a waste wood.

The two went to the director's office to deliver the materials, and as expected, the dean's face was so gloomy that he could almost eat people.

But after seeing He Qingcheng, the favorite student, he forcibly held back and choked out the words "not to be an example" for a long time.

As soon as he walked out of the office door, a timid voice next to him called out, "Brother."

When He Qingcheng turned his head, what came into view was a crying face, the boy in blue and white short-sleeved school uniform huddled up, his nose was red, and he looked at him pitifully:

"I accidentally broke He Shuge's watch. I called home just now to ask about it. He always carries that watch with him. It costs hundreds of thousands to buy it."

"What should I do, brother?"

There were twists and turns in the mood that had just calmed down, and He Yu couldn't help crying at the end.

Tang Hui said with a wink, "I still have something to do, so let's go first, you guys talk."

After speaking, the soles of the feet were oily.

There were only the two of them left on the terrace, He Qingcheng took two steps closer to the young man by the mottled corner of the wall, and said calmly, "Do you have any ideas?"

He Yu bit his lip, his tear-soaked eyes were extra moist, and he took out crumpled coins from his pocket.

Most of the money in that handful was five or ten yuan, the largest denomination was no more than twenty, and there were many odd coins.

In He Qingcheng's eyes, it may be no different from a pile of waste paper, but to He Yu, a poor child who has just returned home not long ago, it is all his savings in the past year.

He Yu bit her lip, her face pale: "This is, this is what I can take out, I know I can't afford it, but I will do what I can to make it up."

"Brother He Shu didn't like me in the first place, and now he must hate me even more. Just thinking about it makes me feel very sad."

He Qingcheng listened quietly, he was like an exquisite statue, neither sad nor happy, but also like a gust of wind, invisible, warm in the sun, that was only temporary.

"He is very nice," He Qingcheng comforted, "Maybe he won't care about you."

After crying for too long, He Yu's body was numb and trembling. Holding all his money, he watched He Qingcheng's reaction out of the corner of his eyes, adding more firewood and saying:

"I, I deserve death. I made such a serious mistake. How dare Brother He Shu ignore it? I came back from my old home, so I won't be sent back, right?"

As if thinking of something extremely frightening, he shook his head violently, the loose money in his hand fell to the ground, and he grabbed his hair.

"How can Brother He Shu forgive me? You guys are so kind to me, it makes me feel like I'm dreaming."

"Waking up every day feels unreal," He Yu said with a crying voice, "I'm so scared now, if Brother He Shu doesn't forgive me, just let me die directly."

The breeze brushed He Qingcheng's broken hair on the edge of his brow bone, revealing a pair of unwavering Ruifeng eyes.

The wall in front of him, the peeling and separated wall skin, the blue sky, and the tearful people turned into a series of data streams under his eyes.

Deconstruct, analyze, reassemble.

The timeline was pulled backwards in a predictable way in his mind.

Torrential rain, lightning and thunder.

There are two large suitcases at the feet of the thinly dressed boy. He raised his head, and the earrings were faintly reflected under the dim streetlights.

On the steps, the always decent and elegant mother He's eyes were full of cold stars, she said: "You and I have exhausted our mother-child relationship, and you can take care of yourself in the days to come."

The sick He Yu staggered out, coughed and held He Mu's hand, her eyes were red like rabbits:

"How can brother He Shu leave because of me? Mom, let brother come back, where can he go under such heavy rain?"

Mother He's voice was heavy and muffled through the heavy rain: "Your brother is still thinking about you at this time, He Shu, let me ask you one last time, do you know your mistake?"

His slender fingers clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly, as if it was the only duckweed he could catch in the heavy rain. He Shu straightened his back and used all his strength to support himself so as not to be too embarrassed.

Ridiculous, too ridiculous, what is wrong with him?

He opened his mouth and said firmly, "I don't."

All the pride and self-esteem are crushed into these two words, like a paper lantern, the wick is dying out.

"Okay." Mother He finally got really angry. She picked up the potted plant under the eaves and threw it at him, "Get out, don't let me see you again."

There was a splash, blood and water mixed with the rain fell, and He Shu staggered backwards, trying to hold on to the tow bar of the suitcase so as not to fall down.

He pursed his lips, his teeth were filled with the smell of blood, and the light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

The winter solstice in December, the endless night, was the coldest night in He Shu's life.

The whole world abandoned him.

He Yu was still crying, and while crying, he looked towards the edge of the terrace, expressing that he really wanted to die, and begging He Qingcheng to comfort him.

It's just a [-] watch, and he didn't do it on purpose, he said so many serious things, this matter should be over, right?

He secretly raised his red and swollen eyelids and looked at He Qingcheng.

Against the light, I couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, and a soft and gentle voice sounded:

"Huh? I didn't stop it, so you jump?"

The tears that He Yu squeezed out froze.

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