School grass is reborn to save me

Chapter 8 [Don't fight for the toilet today]

Cen Qinghui suddenly didn't want to take it apart.Just let it be full of mystery like this. I don’t know where it came from, what kind of hands created it, and what kind of mood the other party is holding, but it can still make people look forward to it.

If you take it apart and find that it is just a small marketing advertisement, or it is really sent to the wrong floor, it will not be beautiful.

Cen Qingyun opened the desk drawer and put it in.

The next morning, Cen Qinghui ran into Chen Shuo and Mu Ning at the school gate, and almost smashed their heads.

"What brand of excavator are you two? You dug such a big hole! If you bury yourself, you will force me to bury you! Today I will place an order for you two pink wigs with rabbit ears! Next time You two wear it for me when playing games! If you can’t win a team battle, I’ll send a photo of you two!” Cen Qingxuan became more and more angry as she thought about it.

Xia Zhi stood beside him with his arms folded. He had heard about the stupid things these two guys did on WeChat. His eyes turned sideways. Chen Shuo and Mu Ning, who wanted to resist, could only lower their heads and let Cen Qing squeeze their heads.

A tall figure walked past them with a bag in his pocket.

Usually, no matter how tall a senior high school student is, he will inevitably be bent by the heavy exercise sets and simulation papers.

But the person in front of him was different. His schoolbag was very deflated, making one suspect that there was nothing in it except air.

"It's... that repeat student... Shu Yang." Chen Shuo said in a daze, "Yesterday, he posted another post on the campus forum, it's so mysterious!"

Cen Qinghui said angrily: "No matter how mysterious you are, it's not as mysterious as opening the ashtray!"

"No matter what you say, this buddy is really good. He fell down on the first day of class. I suspect that he came to school not to sprint for the college entrance examination, but to make up for sleep." Mu Ning whispered.

But what sounded in Cen Qingyu's ears was his sentence last night, "Do you know that the current self is very suitable for being hunted?"

After careful study by Cen Qinghui, maybe it was because Shu Yang was calm and cold when he said this sentence, which was too suitable for the temperament of a serial killer, so he provided himself with the inexplicable dream of Lenovo.

"Let's go, if you don't go up, the morning reading will start." Cen Qinghui pulled Chen Shuo and Mu Ning.

Today's first class is mathematics class. Old Wei specially cleaned himself up, cut his hair, and baked it black. He looks much younger. He put on a dark blue suit, which is the color of the tie. A little brighter - brick red.Very 80s nostalgic style.

The principal was sitting in the last row, followed by two photographers, the whole class straightened their backs, Zhong Chun even put on his pomade, and the study committee member Yang Jinyun sitting in the middle seemed to have changed too. With a hairstyle and good looks, several girls couldn't help but glance at him more.

Cen Qinghui is a bit regretful. Why didn’t I order a school uniform that fits online. Now I can only zip up the zipper of the coat, otherwise the collar of the T-shirt inside is too big, and it will always fall to one side. It seems that I was told by the director of the teaching department yesterday He wears his school uniform with slanted shoulders, as if he is going to catwalk in Milan Fashion Week.

He subconsciously took a look at Shu Yang's position in the corner. Yesterday, this guy lay down and slept without giving the teacher a look.It's already very face-saving today-sleeping with my chin propped up.

Did he go to the construction site to move bricks at night?

And the most intriguing thing is that the headmaster obviously didn't pay attention to him with his eyes closed.

It seems that Chen Shuo's news is somewhat reliable. This guy's score in the college entrance examination last year must be very high. Otherwise, how could the principal be so tolerant?

Lao Wei started to give lectures. He was a little nervous at first, but he let go later. He Bin, Li Hengyu, and Yang Jinyun were called to answer questions during the period.

After the class ended, everyone let out a breath, and rows of straight waists suddenly bent down like eggplants beaten by frost.

Cen Qinghui was a little sleepy in catching up with homework last night. She drank a big cup of coffee in the morning. After a math class, the water level burst out and urgently needed to be released.

He rushed to the bathroom on the floor, and seeing a buddy in front of him was about to take his seat, Cen Qinghui hurried up to "fight" for this seat.

"Fuck! What's the matter with you kid? Do you understand the principle of first come first come first?"

Focusing on urgent needs, he forgot to read it. He robbed the toilet of Ke Yan, a physical education student in Class Six.

"Emergency in the Jianghu! Emergency in the Jianghu!" Cen Qinghui just wanted to solve it quickly.

"Oh, it's you, Cen Qinghui. It is said that you lost more than 20 catties and became a fairy. All the girls in the school must look for you when they pass by your class!" About to reach out and push him.

Although Cen Qinghui's force value is not good, she is not a vegetarian, "Ke Yan, I advise you to be cautious! I am in a hurry now, don't force me to tease you!"

As expected, Ke Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smirked again, "Okay, you go first. Brother, I'll take a look next to you, so I can see what the standard of a fairy is."

Cen Qinghui is dying of anxiety now, no matter whether he will spread rumors in the future that he is soybean sprouts or mung bean sprouts, "Look! You can look at it however you like!"

As long as you have a thick skin, no one is afraid of anyone these days!No evidence was taken.

But Cen Qingxuan really underestimated Ke Yan's lower limit, this guy really looks like he wants to take his mobile phone.

Cen Qinghui was so frightened that Flood held back. It seemed that Ke Yan had made up his mind not to let him go to the toilet.

The people around lowered their heads and did not dare to step forward to mediate. After all, no one can afford Ke Yan's fist.

"Please make way." A cool voice sounded from behind them.

Cen Qinghui turned around and saw Shu Yang.

Shouldn't he be sleeping now?How did it show up in the bathroom?

Oh... Shu Yang is also a human being, and there are times when he needs convenience.

Shu Yang's hands were hanging on his sides, maybe it was because he hadn't woken up, his brows were frowning, and he looked impatient.

Cen Qinghui suddenly woke up, and he immediately touched his mobile phone, "Ke Yan! Don't you like to take pictures? Let's take pictures of each other! Who is afraid of the other!"

Ke Yan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he said to Shu Yang: "Now there are so many places, and there are ones by the door—you can't fall in love with them!"

There is a possibility that the seats by the door will be sold out, and the boys will usually leave them vacant, and even if they need to use them, they will ask their companions to wait by the side.

"I said—get out of the way." Shu Yang's voice was deeper than before.

Ke Yan clicked his tongue and walked towards Shu Yang, "What? You are here to meddle in other people's business..."

When Ke Yan got closer, he realized that he was actually two or three centimeters shorter than Shu Yang, and the other party's expressionless expression was particularly awkward, and he didn't take him seriously at all.

Facts also proved that the other party really didn't need to take him seriously.

Ke Yan was about to push Shu Yang's shoulder. Shu Yang clasped Ke Yan with one hand. His strength and momentum were astonishing. Ke Yan felt that he was pushed into the cubicle by a force and almost missed the toilet. Then Shu Yang Close the door of the cubicle, "Next time don't get in other people's way."

Ke Yan was stunned. In terms of force value, it was the first time he was completely crushed by someone.

At this time, Cen Qinghui was feeling very uncomfortable. He was frightened by Ke Yan just now, and he held it in for too long, so nervous that he couldn't get out.

Shu Yang walked to the sink, flushed his hands, "chacha" wiped his hands with a piece of paper, and when he passed by Cen Qingyun, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and bumped his elbow on his back.

As if being electrocuted all over, Cen Qing's shoulders trembled, and rivers rushed instantly.

So, this guy just came in to wash his hands?

Cen Qinghui returned to the classroom, swiped her phone, and suddenly found an unread message displayed on the screen: [Don't fight for the toilet today. 】

The sending time is 5 minutes before get out of class ends.

A group of grass-mud horse mythical beasts galloped past overhead, and the master hit the mark again!

Why is this guy so amazing!The question is why he was reminded when get out of class was almost over!If he received the message early in the morning, how could he fight with Ke Yan?

If it wasn't for Shu Yang's presence, he might explode himself, and now Xia Zhi is calling an ambulance for him.

Shu Yang... Are you my lucky star?

"Brother! I heard that Ke Yan blocked you in the toilet?" Chen Shuo's voice sounded.

"Bah! I also blocked him in the toilet? What's going on? Ke Yan and I have always used perfume instead of footwashing water!" Cen Qinghui felt strange, just when he robbed a toilet and who was not in a hurry, Why is Ke Yan so malicious?

"Didn't you read the school forum?"

"Who is free to visit school forums? They don't post answers to practice questions, they're all petty love affairs." Cen Qinghui said.

"Your good skin is especially favored by art students now. They all use you as a model to create a lot of creations and post them on the forum. Among them, Zheng Yu has the most comments and views!"

"Really?" Cen Qingwei never thought in her life that she could still be a source of inspiration for art?Is he possessed by a muse?

When I opened the hairy campus forum, I saw that the hottest post was "Portrait Training".

Click on it, and there are all his sketches inside.

There are those where he propped his chin up to joke with other students, and there are those where he sleeps on the table during class. His brushstrokes are slender and elegant, with a hazy and sweet artistic conception of a girl.

Cen Qingyun scratched the back of her head in disbelief, "Although I wake up every morning because of my handsomeness, I really never thought that... I can be so handsome?"

"Artistic processing, don't give yourself money." Xia Zhi took his mobile phone and glanced, "Do you agree with Zheng Yu's painting of you?"

"Yesterday, a person who didn't specify his name sent me a WeChat message, saying that he wanted to draw my portrait for homework. I guess it was from the art class. I guess it was added during military training. I haven't contacted him since then. I don't know. That's Zheng Yu! And I don't think it's a big deal, so I casually said that my young master is so handsome, he was born to be drawn by you..." Cen Qinghui felt that her reply at that time was really too inflated .

"Zheng Yu and Ke Yan are a couple, you don't know it? Zheng Yu doesn't draw her boyfriend, but draws other boys. I don't know what others say about it, but does Ke Yan have a bit of a head on his head? What about green?" Mu Ning said.

"I... really didn't know Zheng Yu and Ke Yan were a couple! They don't get along! It's just... Beauty and the Beast..."

"Your words are very hurtful and insulting. Be careful not to be heard by Ke Yan, in case you are really desperate!"

Cen Qinghui could only look up to the sky and sigh, "Is there anything wrong with being handsome?"

In TV dramas and novels, isn’t it always the protagonist who loses dozens of pounds and suddenly becomes handsome and beautiful, reverses other people’s opinions, and then counterattacks Qingyun to reach the pinnacle of life?

Why is it that he is the only one who caused a whole lot of trouble?

He glanced at the corner of the classroom again, Shu Yang was sleeping on his stomach.

In fact, when it comes to painting, Cen Qinghui also learned sketching for about three years when he was in elementary school. Although he likes it, he has not yet reached the point where he wants to become a painter.

I was stopped by my mother when I took the sketch class in junior high school, and this interest was replaced by photography.He likes to play with SLR cameras, pursue light and shadow and unique angles of things, and is also obsessed with remote control aircraft aerial photography.

Cen Qinghui's father was never stingy with spending money on his son's hobbies, but after Jiao Ting knew how expensive these hobbies were, she regretted letting Cen Qinghui continue to learn sketching.

This interest was carried forward when Cen Qinghui deserted.There is a margin of about five centimeters on the edge of their textbook, which was originally used for students to take notes, but it was messed up by Cen Qinghui.

Last semester, he drew a bunch of stick figures, and the one he was most satisfied with was "The Explosion History of a Bear", whose prototype was their physics teacher.As long as you flip the pages of the book quickly, you can see a bear with inverted eyebrows quickly accumulating energy and then bursting.

There are also small caterpillars breaking out of their cocoons into butterflies, and a drop of water flowing from the page.

And recently, what Cen Qingyi draws the most is the back view of a boy wearing a loose school uniform, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a pair of white sneakers on his feet, revealing a sharp ankle curvature.

Turning a few more pages, it is still the tall silhouette of the boy standing at the door of the classroom. The line formed by the eyes and nose undulates and twists into a contour full of reverie, forming a heart-warming contrast between the highest point and the depression.

Cen Qinghui's brushstrokes are different from the delicate girlish style. The brush strokes are deep and shallow, and the lines and outlines of the characters have a sense of strength, blending a certain pure temperament and a restrained aura.

It's just that in these sketches, the boy has no clear facial features.

When Li Chenxia walked by, she was attracted by the textbook he opened, her eyes suddenly bumped into those seemingly random lines, a throbbing feeling came to her heart, and for a moment she even thought it was a chiseled trace , Li Chenxia couldn't help touching it with her hands.

"It's so pretty... who is this?" Li Chenxia bent down and asked in a low voice.