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After leaving the gymnasium in disgrace, Xu Jiangtong was worried about tomorrow's class.

Tao Xihong is very smart, he will use the most docile way to make the most violent rebuttal.If I exposed my shortcomings in front of him, I'm afraid I'll be caught.

The best solution now is: accept the invitation and play a game with them in a fair manner.

But when I get back to volleyball, I will inevitably think of some bad things.

Xu Jiangtong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed—it was undeniable that he was the one who changed the trajectory of his life.

Sure enough, in class on Friday, Tao Xihong was a little different: he wore a full set of sportswear, the zipper of his jacket was open, revealing the red and black team uniform, and a volleyball was tied to his bulging schoolbag.

"Good afternoon, teacher."

When Xu Jiangtong saw the white ball, he felt a little dazzling, so he responded perfunctorily.

This lesson introduces the differentiation and evolution of different genres in the late Renaissance.Regarding the comparison of artistic styles, several books can be published in depth, and it is difficult to explain clearly in one class time.

As expected, the class was very silent.Xu Jiangtong was worried that he didn't speak clearly, so he stayed for 10 minutes before get out of class ended and asked, "Do you have any questions about today's class?"

After speaking, he took a special look at Tao Xihong.He was looking down at the courseware, as if he was thinking about something.

After waiting for a few minutes, no one asked any questions, so Xu Jiangtong called him by name and asked, "Tao Xihong, what do you think?"

"Well... there is indeed a question." He took the microphone and asked seriously, "Teacher, I heard you introduce so many genres just now, and I'm curious which one you belong to."

Another question that students of the sculpture department have never asked.

"Me?" Xu Jiangtong smiled in surprise, turned the courseware back to the first few pages, and leaned on the podium to talk, "I was born in Italy and was inspired by ancient Roman architectural styles when I was young. But my color teacher loves Baroque style very much." [1], under his influence, my painting style gradually stabilized."

As he spoke, he pointed to the works in the courseware with a laser pointer: "For me, Baroque is an art of collision of speed and passion. It not only pays attention to luxurious and gorgeous colors, but also emphasizes the laws of object movement, combining romanticism and The natural sciences blend just right."

"Can you show us your work?"

"Most of my works are sculptures. If you have a chance, you can look for them in Russian art galleries." Xu Jiangtong deliberately left a suspense.

Tao Xihong nodded and said, "I have one more question."

"Please say."

"Can I finish class a few minutes earlier on Fridays? There are too many people in the cafeteria, and I don't want to queue up for dinner."

"This won't work." Xu Jiangtong narrowed his eyes and smiled, and refused indifferently, "Leaving get out of class one second early is a teaching accident."

"Does it count as a second to finish class that night?" Tao Xihong muttered unwillingly.

Xu Jiangtong glanced at his watch, cut the courseware to the last page, and changed the topic: "Don't forget the midterm assignment, write a paper related to art history, 500 words or more, the deadline is next Friday. Remember, use written in English."

As soon as the words were finished, the get out of class bell rang on time, and he signaled with his eyes that everyone could leave.

The students complained that they had to write papers in this class, and at the same time took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the homework requirements.Xu Jiangtong took a visual inspection and retreated to the side of the podium to avoid being caught in the mirror.

Tao Xihong knew that he was hiding from the camera, so he pointed his phone at the corner more and more rebelliously.

With the blessing of low-pixel blur special effects, his dark circles are well concealed, and the delicate face is more hazy and mysterious.

Tao Xihong was distracted for a few seconds, and for a sudden moment, he met his eyes across the screen—Xu Jiangtong was lazily leaning on the podium, his eyes were slightly downcast, and his eyes fell on his hands.

Tao Xihong shook his shoulders, quickly put away his mobile phone, put on his schoolbag and walked in front of him.

"Teacher, I still have a question I want to discuss with you."

"Not in a hurry to eat?" Xu Jiangtong was annoyed, "Now is my non-working time."

"I don't discuss academic issues with you." Tao Xihong twirled the volleyball in his hand, "It's reasonable to discuss daily issues during the break."

Xu Jiangtong looked at the ball in his hand: "Let's just talk about the game."

"It's not a competition." Tao Xihong continued, "Teacher, let's have dinner together? This way it won't take up your working time after dinner."

"..." Xu Jiangtong didn't expect that he would be drawn into it.

Tao Xihong, who had obtained permission, floated around him, walking on the road, always giving Xu Jiang the same illusion of walking a dog.

Walking to the teacher's cafeteria, Xu Jiangtong went to the western food window to order fast food as usual.Tao Xihong wandered around the third floor for a long time and chose the cheapest rice noodle.

After taking his seat, Tao Xihong glanced at his hamburger with French fries, and first found a topic to warm up: "Teacher, you have come to China, you should try our food."

"I'm not used to it." Xu Jiangtong squeezed the ketchup onto the plate, and ate some French fries gracefully.

"That's a pity." Tao Xihong pretended to be regretful, "There is a first time for everything, you have to dare to try."

"..." Xu Jiangtong was speechless.If someone nearby heard the conversation between the two, they would definitely not feel that this was a student and a teacher.

"By the way, teacher..."

"Wait a moment," he finally couldn't help interrupting, "Tao Xihong, correct a usage. In English-speaking countries, the address for a teacher is not 'teacher', but 'sir'."

Xu Jiangtong had heard him say this mistake at least fifty times.

"I see." Tao Xihong didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said seriously, "Mr. also means husband in Chinese."

Xu Jiangtong didn't want to answer the conversation, so he unpacked the hamburger and urged, "I'm almost done."

Tao Xihong nodded knowingly, and went straight to the point: "Teacher, do you really not want to start playing again?"

Sure enough, this is still the case.Xu Jiang also refused: "I will not participate in the competition."

"Competition is different from playing." Tao Xihong desperately tried to get close to him, "Do you know my position in the team?"

Xu Jiangtong raised his eyes, recalled the muscles on his body, and said lightly, "Sub-attack."

"Smart." Tao Xihong added a few more points, "Behind every successful side attack is an excellent setter, so I would like to invite you to practice with me a few times."

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Xu Jiangtong reckoned that he was forced by the coach to be a lobbyist, otherwise, with his personality, it would be impossible for him to chat with him for so long.

He ate the burger silently.

Tao Xihong continued to talk endlessly: "How long have you been learning volleyball, how can you give up halfway? I also had the idea of ​​giving up before. After a long period of self-denial, I finally..."

"I'm sorry." Xu Jiangtong swallowed the last bite of bread and wiped his mouth slowly, "It reminds you of bad memories."

"Huh?" Tao Xihong was shocked.

"Do you want me to contact a psychiatrist for you?"

"???" Tao Xihong was completely bewildered—is there something wrong with his expression, or is this little foreigner pretending to be stupid on purpose?

Seeing that the persuasion failed, Tao Xihong picked up the plate angrily, and left without looking back: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Seeing him leaving with his mouth pursed, Xu Jiangtong laughed at himself.

People who know him say that his mentality is very young: he has a bad stomach and likes to hold grudges.

These words are not boastful. If it were any other teacher, who would be bored enough to compete with the students?

Xu Jiangtong knew what was wrong with him, and also realized that he had gone too far with Tao Xihong this time, but he still refused to admit defeat.

He was even a little obsessed with this feeling: using his identity as a teacher to overwhelm the student, watching him full of grievances.

Tao Xihong kicked the gravel on the road and walked to the volleyball court cursing.

"How is it?" Coach Gao came dragging a basket of volleyballs.

He picked up a ball and threw it in the air: "This is definitely the last time I will see him. Damn, I still want to graduate."

"It's not because of personal grievances, is it?" Gao Xun asked with a smile.

Tao Xihong shook his head: "I'm afraid that he will send me to the hospital tomorrow to have my brain checked."

"?" The teammates looked at each other.

Tao Xihong cursed again, and walked to the sidelines to warm up: "It's a big deal not to hold a friendly match. If you force him to come in, who can you compare your skills to?"

"But don't you think watching him play is the most important thing?" Zhang Cheng slipped to his side and whispered, "Look at serious athletes, how can there be such a delicate little beauty with long hair?"

"Damn!" Tao Xihong bounced away violently, "Pervert, even the teacher will not let go."

Zhang Cheng was not angry, but mouthed to him instead: "Aren't you?"

"Of course I'm not!" Tao Xihong yelled in anger, "Sports competitions don't need love."

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Let's get rid of it: Shou has a bamboo horse who grew up with him, and was betrayed by him later, there is no emotional line, it is double c.

Note: [1] Baroque art is an artistic style that prevailed in Europe between 1600 and 1750, and was produced in Italy during the Counter-Reformation period.Its most basic feature is to break the seriousness, implicitness and balance of the Renaissance, pay attention to the expression of strong emotions, and have a soul-stirring artistic effect. (Excerpt from Baidu)