The hostess has unique killing skills

Chapter 91 Good Sentence Bad Sentence

Bai Tang didn't know when the first class ended, and when he came back to his senses, the students around him had dispersed.

"Drip drip."

Coming to text.

Bai Tang took out his cell phone from his pocket, and saw an unfamiliar text message.

"Wait for me at the door after school, there is a good place to take you there!"

Bai Tang frowned.

Who is this?

Before I could think about it carefully, the class bell rang again.

It was not until before school was over that Bai Tang managed to draw several pictures.

"Your drawing is really good!" Bai Tang just put away his pen when he heard someone talking beside him, which startled her.

Standing in front of her was... who seemed to be a classmate of her own class, because she was not sociable, and she had no other friends except Fang Yuanyuan, and she had never talked to her classmates. It can be said that Bai Tang was almost completely transparent in the class. , unless it is necessary to trouble her, no one will notice her.

Opening his mouth, Bai Tang didn't know what to say in response, so he could only turn the painting around, facing his classmate's gaze, so that she could see clearly what he had drawn.

"Really, I didn't pay attention to it just now. I didn't expect your paintings to be so good." Zhang Xinwen lowered her head and stared at the painting carefully again, and then reached out to touch it, "You just paid attention to the paintings all afternoon. draw this?"

Bai Tang nodded.

"That……"

"Wenwen, why aren't you leaving? What are you doing there?" The other girls called out to her, and after seeing clearly that she was standing in front of Bai Tang, they added impatiently: "You are so close to that alien. Infected!"

It is not easy to change the deep-rooted impression. No matter how good Bai Tang draws, he still cannot escape the word "heterogeneous" in the eyes of his classmates.

Suddenly losing the mood to show others the painting, Bai Tang pursed his lips and planned to put the painting away.

"Look at the paintings. The paintings she draws are very beautiful. If you don't believe me, come and have a look!" Zhang Xinwen waved to her friends, signaling them to come too.

"It's just a broken painting, what's so good..." When they approached, they saw the painting unfolded on Bai Tang's desk, and they suddenly fell silent, staring at Bai Tangzai carefully. Look, it seems to be looking at something rare.

Being stared at by these people was uncomfortable, Bai Tang closed his eyes, and planned to put away the painting.

"Did you learn to draw before? You're so good!" Just now, she said that Bai Tang was a different kind of girl, but this time there was a bit of admiration in her voice, and she pointed at Zhang Xinwen, "Just this skill is better than our art teacher. There are too many, what the hell is that old guy drawing! It's like a ghost drawing!"

"That's right!" The others followed suit.

Afterwards, in the classroom, several girls chattered around Bai Tang's words, they were both coloring and laying out, as if a pot of porridge had exploded.

Bai Tang stood awkwardly in his original position, only feeling that this was novel and strange.

What remains unchanged is that the students in the classroom are still chattering, but what has changed is that these people are not talking about themselves, but really admiring her paintings.

In the past, the students in the class were only concerned with smearing Bai Tang's face, even bullying and ignoring them. They didn't even pay attention to what she usually wrote and drew. Until today, Zhang Xinwen accidentally saw it. It was being stirred up in circles and ripples.

Soon, news spread that Bai Tang was a painting genius in class two and four.

Of course, these are all things to follow.

After school, Bai Tang packed up his things, walked out quickly and prepared to go home.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a boy in denim leaning on his bicycle, turning his head slightly and looking at something.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, coating him with a nice layer of golden light, illusory and beautiful, a little unreal.

(End of this chapter)