June is our farewell song

Chapter 155 This art student has a big problem

After selecting the manuscripts, Qing Si sent the approved manuscripts to Chen Ge for review. As for the others, they had to be returned one by one. Gu Yuan and the others took part of the manuscripts and went to each class to find the original authors.This was originally a fairly simple job, as long as you put on a work-specific smiley face and say some stereotyped regrettable words, it can be completed smoothly.

Gu Yuan also thought so, and it was indeed the case. Although most of the students who knew that their manuscripts had been returned showed obvious disappointed expressions on their faces, everything was moving forward quickly and effectively until...

Until he came to the classroom of Class 21 of Senior High School.

Nanhua High School has fourteen classes in one grade, with forty students in each class. The first eleven are science classes, and the last three are liberal arts classes. Although the classification is not strictly in accordance with the order of grades, but Class Eleven is indeed the most unique one.

The reason is simple, all the special students of a grade are concentrated here.

Sports, music, art.Special students alone account for nearly half of the class, and at least a quarter of the students are not in the classroom every day. The learning atmosphere in such a place is not very good, so the school also tacitly said, Those science students whose grades were at the bottom of the grade were assigned to this class.Of course, this has certain benefits - it ensures the learning quality of other classes, but it also makes Class [-] a place where fish and dragons are mixed up on the second floor of the high school.

For various considerations, Class Eleven is not in the middle of Class Ten and Class Twelve.Instead, it is placed in the corner of the first floor closest to the garden. The same location upstairs is either an empty classroom or the teacher's duty room, almost 20 meters away from other classes.The green bamboos planted in the flower bed outside the corridor poured in obliquely. When Gu Yuan walked over, he couldn't help thinking that the school should raise a giant panda to deal with these wanton green plants.

Closer to home, whether it is lax management or green plants blocking the upper half of the corridor, it is not a problem.Since Ling Xiaoxiao said before that those art students are now training in BJ, then just put the manuscript on the podium and turn around and leave.

This is true in theory, but there are always differences between theory and reality, and sometimes there will be an insurmountable gap.As soon as he walked outside the classroom of Class [-], Gu Yuan saw two brightly dressed boys standing at the back door, surrounded by a girl on the left and right, chatting with a girl with a playful smile.

"Hey, why did you come back so soon? Didn't you just go to do something big last week?"

"Hahahaha, I didn't see the shadow of the other two guys either. Could it be that you... were driven back? Ah? Hahahaha..."

The two sang and harmonized, one thin and the other fat, a combination that couldn't be more traditional.

The girl surrounded by the two of them had short hair, and although her face was a bit pointed, she didn't look very thin. She wore a pair of red glasses with a frame on the lower half, and the lenses were so thin that it was doubtful whether they had prescriptions.At this moment, she was holding a brown notebook in her arms without saying a word, and stood there motionless with her eyes closed, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Gu Yuan couldn't help but took a deep breath. He thought that after leaving Dongyang Junior High School, he wouldn't see such a guy anymore. He didn't expect that even Nanhua High School, the best middle school in the city, was no exception. Sure enough, the exam could only filter out the scumbags. It is correct to say that the scum cannot be filtered out.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat, ready to convince others with virtue, and use words to make these two misguided young people go astray. He used to use another method before, but it didn't work very well. The effect, and caused a lot of trouble for myself, "Hey, you..."

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, before his vocal cords started to vibrate, he heard only two muffled bangs, then two crisp bangs, and then, the two boys howled in pain.

First, there was a firm fist in the chest, and then a crisp slap on the left and right.

"Ah, ah, why are you still hitting people?"

"Gu-Wen!"

"You...you...huh, let's go! You, who are you? Get out of the way!"

As they said that, the two men pushed forward aggressively, one side of Gu Yuan's body gave way, but when they passed by, his left foot silently stepped on the shoelace of the fat man walking behind. , making him stagger.

"Eh? Fatty, why are you pushing me?"

"I, I didn't! Oh, I stumbled, let's go, let's go."

Seeing the two boys walking past him despondently with their faces covered, Gu Yuan couldn't help sighing softly.Turning around, I found that the short-haired girl was staring at me intently, and my heart rose unconsciously in an instant.

"Who are you? Few other people come here."

The voice is a bit soft, it sounds like a fox with a clear pronunciation, but the few movements just now seem to be...

"I'm from the Literature Club. My name is Gu Yuan. Excuse me, can I find classmate Wen Jin?"

"Wen Jin? I am, uh, the Literature Club...you are Gu Yuan? What's the matter?"

The short-haired girl looked her up and down, and for some reason, Gu Yuan felt an inexplicable hostility in her eyes, a look with a little bit of "just so".

"I……"

"It's here to reject the manuscript." When he said these five words, his throat suddenly lost his voice, and Gu Yuan swallowed the words abruptly, and he began to brainstorm a more tactful way in order to obtain peace leave.But obviously his hesitation had already indicated his intention in advance, and the girl's face turned cold all of a sudden.

"Give me something."

Wen Jin stretched out a hand towards him.

"what?"

"Manuscript, didn't you come to reject the manuscript?"

Although this was indeed the reason for my coming, wouldn't I be beaten up like those two guys just now if I gave it to her directly?

The eyes like the scope of a synchronous gun, the indifferent and a little irritable expression, the legs that are not thick but very powerful, the arms that can attack with lightning speed even though they are holding the notebook, even It looks a bit weak, even if the voice is soft and sounds a bit like a fox that has not woken up, it is definitely an advanced combat unit that can create danger.

"Uh... Actually it's not... It should be said, it's not..."

"Huh? Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm……"

Between her fingers and the notebook, she could vaguely see a long silver strip. Although she felt it was impossible intuitively, when the sunlight reflected on her face, Gu Yuan still considered it carefully. Is the possibility of a pocket knife.

"Before, I was entrusted by the student union to help clean the studio. At that time, a friend said that your paintings are very different, so I was very curious. I happened to be free today, so I came to visit with admiration."

With a second thought, Gu Yuan made up a random reason.

"Huh? Do you like my paintings?"

Wen Jin's attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn, just like Boya who met Ziqi in "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", his eyes lit up, and his tone suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Did you see it in the studio?"

"Uh, yes, it's the one hanging on the wall. It seems to be a painting of Homer?"

Since he told a lie, he can only keep telling it, Gu Yuan thought so.

"No, that picture is Moses, "Exodus", you must know it?"

"Ah yes yes yes...Moses, hey, Moses."

Gu Yuan smiled forcedly, he felt that his brain was a bit overloaded, how should this matter end?
"That one is just a draft, at most it can be regarded as a random exercise. If you like it, I have many more here." Wen Jin took out a stack of drawing paper from the brown notebook, all of which had not yet been colored. "It's useless for me to keep it, so I'll give it to you!"

"Ah, this...isn't necessary?"

"Huh? Don't you want it? Do you think the painting is too rough?"

The drawing paper in his hand vibrated with a "crash", and Gu Yuan's heartbeat also jumped a beat.

"No, no, no... I mean, what's the point of this?!"

Gu Yuan took the stack of drawing papers, and Wen Jin finally showed a satisfied look.

"Not many people can appreciate my paintings. You have a good eye. Well, I'm going to the studio to practice. There will be a period later."

After saying that, Wen Jin left, leaving behind a handsome and unrestrained back, and Gu Yuan, who was holding a stack of drawing paper, fluttered in the wind.

"It's broken...it seems to be troublesome..."

(End of this chapter)