Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan is good at Chinese painting, but she studied sketching and oil painting in school.

The person in the painting is wearing a short jacket, with trouser legs rolled up to the knees, leaning on the tree trunk, with arms crossed around the chest, with a leisurely posture, but after finishing the hair, Qing Huan doesn't know how to draw the face.

Xiao Lian leaned over and exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, it's the little master!"

Qing Huan looked up: "How do you know it's him?"

"It's the little master. The little master often dresses up like this. Although he doesn't paint his face, he feels like the little master!" Xiao Lian said with certainty, and then secretly glanced at Qing Huan: "Master, do you think of the little master?" master?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "I just suddenly thought of this picture, but I can't remember the face."

Xiao Lian bit her lip and said, "But Xiao Lian can't draw..."

"It's okay, I just drew it casually." Qing Huan rolled up the painting and put it aside.

"Master." Xiaolian called softly.

"what?"

Xiao Lian looked at him pitifully: "Do you still want to see the little master?"

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and said, "I don't want to."

"why?"

"If he was still alive, he would have already had a complete family at this age, with children and grandchildren. He lives an ordinary life, so I shouldn't have anything to do with him anymore."

"But..." Xiaolian frowned.

Qing Huan knocked his head: "This is not something you should worry about, go, and recite the text I taught you last time."

"Oh."

Qing Huan looked out the window, it was gloomy, the weather forecast said that there will be rain today and tomorrow, but tomorrow is the sports meeting, I don't know if it will be cancelled...

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Dressed in a T-shirt and sports shorts, it revealed a pair of straight, white legs that are prettier than girls. There are no exaggerated muscles. When they are tensed, the legs only look more graceful—so many students passing by couldn't help but take a few extra glances.Qing Huan didn't care about them, he was doing warm-up exercises while avoiding Gu Yuehua's camera——

"Enough? You make me feel like a pervert." Qing Huan said angrily.

Gu Yuehua smiled while holding a DV and said, "This is the first time I see my cousin participating in a competition. As a cousin, I will of course record such an important day from scratch."

Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have told you about my participation in the sports meeting..."

Gu Yuehua paused pressing the keys, looked at Qing Huan and shook his head: "Cousin, you make my cousin very sad by saying that."

"Qing Huan, come and assemble!" Ji Zhiqiu called him over there.

"Here we come." Qing Huan said to Gu Yuehua again: "I'll go first."

"Ah."

Qing Huan walked to the team of their class, but Chen Ziran was not there, it seemed that the physical education instructor called him over, there were fifteen people in their class, and they had to line up to enter the arena later.

Ji Zhiqiu handed Qing Huan a bottle of sports drink, while complaining: "It's so slow, why don't you enter the venue quickly..."

"I said it will officially start at 08:30, and there are still more than ten minutes left."

At this time, a dark blue slender figure walked towards this side, when Qing Huan saw it, he moved behind Ji Zhiqiu awkwardly - it was Long Zhao.It has been almost a week since the two of them talked in the office last time. Every day after class, Qing Huan deliberately avoided his gaze—they kissed... Qing Huan will never forget that time when Long Zhao said, "We are Let's go together"... At that time, Qing Huan's psychological defense was particularly weak, and she didn't react until she was succeeded...

The relationship between the two of them is complicated enough, and Qing Huan really doesn't want to add any more muddle-headed things—and Long Zhao always says that they have the same blood relationship, which makes Qing Huan always have a feeling of incest...

"Teacher You."

"Is everyone ready?" Long Zhao was like an ordinary head teacher, consoling the students who were about to compete.

"Ready."

Long Zhao put his hands in his pockets, and smiled softly on his face wearing glasses: "The sports meeting is all about participating, I hope everyone will not be too nervous, just play at your usual level."

Except for Ji Zhiqiu and Qing Huan, the other students were nodding.

"Who will participate in the morning competition?" Long Zhao played the role of a dedicated teacher.

Two girls raised their hands, and Qing Huan also reluctantly raised her hands.

Long Zhao's eyes fell on Qing Huan, he took a few steps, and patted Qing Huan's shoulder with a smile: "Which project does Bai Qinghuan participate in?"

"One thousand and five, and there are three thousand more. In the morning, there is a preliminary round of one thousand and five." Qing Huan couldn't avoid it even if she was so close.

"Then, let's work hard." Two more shots.

Qing Huan could feel the hands on her shoulders exert some force secretly, and the heat seemed to burn his skin through the T-shirt.

"Well, thank you Teacher You." Qing Huan twitched the corners of her mouth in thanks.

At this time, a notice came over the radio to prepare to enter the arena, and the sports committee organized a team - Qing Huan was able to leave Long Zhao's side.

Long Zhao watched them form a team and enter the arena in order, with a serious and responsible expression.

Until Qing Huan and the others entered the arena, Long Zhao didn't go to the teacher's viewing area, but turned around and walked to the lawn beside him——

"It's been a long time." Long Zhao adjusted his glasses and smiled at Gu Yuehua who was holding a DV.

Gu Yuehua received the DV, and showed a standard smile to Long Zhao: "I never thought that the Dragon God would teach in a high school."

"The Nine-Tailed Fox Demon King can open a small shop to welcome customers, so there is nothing unreasonable for me to teach." Long Zhao still smiled.

"I did it for self-entertainment." Gu Yuehua's eyes turned cold, "However, I'm afraid your purpose is not that simple."

"Me?" Long Zhao laughed: "My purpose couldn't be simpler, I am for the baby I created by myself."

"..." Gu Yuehua held the DV's hand hard, and cracks appeared on the hard shell of the DV.