Eastern Star Spot

One week of coloring, the next week is sketching.

Ye Ban taught the first class, and before class, she went to the next class to take a look, and was relieved to make sure that Liao Dongxing was sitting in the seat.

In the afternoon, no one was seen, and Liao was not there.So Teacher Ye, who was in a hurry, went in for a stroll.

The phone was not taken away, so I probably went to the bathroom.Ye Ban conveniently picked up the sketchbook on his stool and flipped through it, flipping through three or four pages, surprised.

Then he walked away without saying a word.

The moon sets and the sun is born, and it sets, and it is another day.

The most leisure time of the day is probably after tea and dinner. The students sat on the pony to clean up the paint. The sound of the scraper on the bottom of the bottle was almost overwhelmed by the sound of chatter.

A group of people complained about the dinner dishes to the principal's stinginess, and chatted about the principal's beer belly to Teacher Ye's glasses, followed by ghost glasses and campus anecdotes. .

Shen Jiu and Pu Jie became familiar with each other's speaking style, and spontaneously evolved a set of rules, impromptu battles anytime, anywhere, with each other making fun of each other, singing a harmony like a cross talk.

"Ms. Ye doesn't eat white rice."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't eat fireworks in the world. He's a group of high-cold ones with duplicity. He must be crazily complaining about us in class, 'how do these sand sculpture students grow their brains'."

"Yo, you are really self-aware."

"Isn't it?" Pu Jie concluded, she finally finished filling in the paint, stood up and looked at her painting, with one hand on her hips and the other holding up a scraper, as if she was about to blow up a bunker, "I declare that starting today, art A star in the world is rising here, and I will create a painting school of my own—”

Shen Jiu interrupted: "Shit pie?"

"Fuck you. This is simple aesthetics! This style of painting is free and unrestrained, passionate and romantic, and its ancestor is simple and immortal." She seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, with the sound of waves hitting the rocks under her feet, and the holy light above her head.

Shen Jiu rolled up his sleeves under the cliff, shrugged his shoulders and shrugged his neck, like a wretched little eunuch, the contempt and disgust on his face was wrinkled, and he pursed his mouth and said, "I don't think so."

Pu Jie looked down at him and said solemnly, "Please call me Da Vinci Jie."

"Then my name is Da Vinci's father Jiu." She rolled her eyes to the sky, walked a few steps with the bucket in her hand, then turned back suddenly, and said with a serious face: "I think your name should be Picasso ·clean."

Pu Jie thought she was going to make some constructive suggestions, so she asked, "Why?"

Shen Jiu glanced at the drawing board: "Abstract, you can draw anything." She laughed maniacally, causing her to jump wildly.Xie Minyu tugged at Shen Jiu's clothes - the two of them seemed to have a good relationship.

Pu Jiehei's face was flushed, with a smile on her face: "You wait!" Someone booed, and the classroom was full of laughter.

Liao Dongxing watched them quarreling, and miraculously felt that this group of students was quite cute.

He was a non-staff member in the previous class, and he was the kind who could find no such person after leaving the school. Even the contact information of the parents left by the teacher was his own mobile phone number.The reason he didn't make friends was probably because he genuinely felt they weren't the same kind of people—he didn't feel like he belonged to the school because of what happened before.

Do you want to learn to integrate into this eight-person team? He was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, they had already moved on to the next topic: watching Teacher Ye's circle of friends together.

Several girls put their heads together, swiped the screen up and down with their index fingers, and exclaimed from time to time.

—Wow is this England?Hastily, he is too handsome in a windbreaker!

——Hey, these photos are so impressive, did he take them?

——It’s not a master’s hat, how old is he? ? ?

yes, how old is he?Liao Dongxing was bored and thought curiously.

Comrade Pan Guomao was also joining in the fun, his big head squeezed among the girls, like a goose in a flock of swans, muttering: "Quickly send Teacher Ye to the WeChat group, I want to see it."

The cell phone in Liao Dongxing's pocket vibrated, and then Shen Jiu said loudly: "Don't add it now, add it after the holiday, otherwise everyone will know that you have your cell phone."

"I know." Pu Jie raised her slender eyes, and suddenly said, "I actually really hate this teacher."

Shen Jiu's eyes are bigger than black holes, and he said heartlessly: "Why, I think he is very good."

"It's terrible if you can't see your temper. You don't know where his bottom line is. If one day he says something wrong, tsk."

Shen Jiu made fun of her: "Be more courageous. You see Ban Hua is punished every day and he doesn't even finish his homework, so he survived."

Since that day, she has been provocatively calling Liao Dongxing Banhua, holding a grudge.

Liao Dongxing accepted the baptism of everyone's eyes, and after confirming that he had no loss of arms or flesh, everyone's confidence in Mr. Ye went up to a higher level.

Instead, Pu Jie murmured in a low voice: "I think he must have received a spiritual blow."

In the next few days, Shen Jiu thought she had figured out Teacher Ye's character and began to act. Ye Ban didn't intend to stop her, so she interrupted vigorously, with so many stalks, often making the whole class laugh.

Liao Dongxing thinks that Ye Ban should like her quite a lot.

One day, after he changed Shen Jiu's painting, she called her dad, and Teacher Ye actually agreed, and the father-daughter relationship between the two was officially stamped and confirmed.

Even Pu Jie said that the teacher didn't look cold.

He often reworked other people's paintings, but it was rarely Liao Dongxing's turn, so rare that he suspected that the seat he was sitting in was Yelaoshr's blind spot, and deliberately moved the stool outward to ensure that he could see.

Still no shit, he might have been selectively blocked.

When chatting after class this day, Ye Ban asked about her favorite painter, Zhao You rarely expressed her opinion, she usually doesn't talk much, she looks very quiet and introverted, everyone listened carefully when she spoke, she said that she likes Helbein .

Ye Ban asked a few more questions with interest, and Zhao You answered fluently, even talking about some unpopular works, and it was obvious that he really liked it.

When the conversation was almost over, Shen Jiu asked back: "Then who do you like, teacher?"

Ye Ban thought for a while, and said, "I don't have anything I particularly like, everything is fine."

"Then is there anyone in our class who can become a teacher? The one that surpasses you."

Hearing this, he shook his head, with a little smile in his eyes, and said: "Don't take me as a target, I'm just a guide, you should look at the high mountains on the side of the road, try to climb them, after all, some people are more experienced than me. There are many talents."

Everyone became interested and chattered: "Who is who?"

Ye Ban raised her eyebrows: "The one at the back door of the classroom is dozing off."

In fact, Liao Dongxing didn't doze off, but just habitually slack, and he looked like he didn't sleep well.

His line of sight was blocked by Pan Guomao in front of him, so he couldn't see anyone, and he could only hear Mr. Ye said calmly: "I don't change the painting for him because his sense of color is very good, and the color palette is better than mine, except for the messy shape of the objects. Other than that, I have nothing to change."