The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 911 Be good, let me hug (29)

Dad's handwriting is neat and tidy, with the elegance of Jiangnan poetry and painting between the lines, like a copybook that can be copied at any time.

Mother's handwriting is sharp and sharp, and each stroke is like a knife in the hands of a soldier on the battlefield. It is not strong enough to penetrate the back of the paper, and she has to tick off the last stroke, which is wild and unrestrained.

Gu Chao, Jiang Tang.

The two names are one on the left and the other on the right, one is gentle and the other is wild, but they are both pleasing to the eye.

Gu Si has firmly believed in a truth since he was a child, that is, seeing words is like seeing people.

A person's character can be revealed in his handwriting.

It is also because of his mother's words that he firmly believes in his heart that his mother is a person who does not obey discipline at all. She is a strong woman who has seen the world, and her father's rigor and subtlety are definitely different.

He likes his mother.

Even if you've never seen it.

He also firmly believes that she is the most powerful woman in the world.

Gu Si is delicate and rigorous, just like his father.

Although he has no photographic memory, he is very familiar with his mother's handwriting.

The two words on the blackboard, taken apart and replaced, are exactly the same as the two words on the marriage certificate.

Gu Sizai looked at it carefully, taking it apart stroke by stroke, not missing any details.

Five minutes before class, Gu Si stared at the two words on the blackboard without taking his eyes off them.

Standing on the podium, Jiang Tang told them the history of art development in the seventeenth century. It was very boring, and Jiang Tang didn't bother to read after talking for a while.

"Okay, you all know these great painters in the history of art, and I don't want to talk nonsense. In addition to improving art literacy in art classes, it is also important that everyone at least understand some painting skills. Who in the class learns? Have you ever painted? Whether it's a sketch or an oil painting, it doesn't matter."

As soon as the words fell, the whole class unanimously pointed to Gu Nian, who was in the penultimate row.

"Teacher, Gu Nian is good at painting. He is also the champion of this year's National Youth Chinese Painting Competition!"

Jiang Tang looked around, Gu Nian was a little embarrassed by her look, and his fair earlobe was a little red.

"Gu Nian, then you can be our art class representative, can you?"

Gu Nian scratched her head, then looked down at Gu Si, just about to agree, when she suddenly thought that Gu Si didn't seem to like this new art teacher.

no solution anymore.

There is more than one beautiful teacher, but my brother only has this one.

If he became the class representative, what would Gu Si do if he didn't want to?
Thinking of this, Gu Nian looked at Jiang Tang reluctantly, and finally his heart broke.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I twisted my arm playing basketball, so I can't be a class representative."

It was really sprained, but it wasn't from playing basketball. Yesterday, I got into a fight with the Big Mac from the next class and got kicked on my elbow. Although it wasn't serious, it still hurts now.

Hearing Jiang Tang's words, he looked at his arm.

"Is it serious? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

Gu Nian hurriedly shook her head.

"No, no, just rest for two days."

Seeing that he was in good spirits, Jiang Tang felt relieved.

"Then sit down, who else wants to be a class representative?"

Gu Nian forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, and looked at Gu Si as if asking for credit, a pair of dark eyes shining brightly with a meaning.

Look, I mean enough.

As a result, the other party didn't even give him a look, and his handsome fair face was tense.

Jiang Tang's voice just fell.

Gu Siteng stood up with a bang, with a serious expression on his face.

"Teacher, I volunteer to be the representative of the art class!"

Word by word, sonorous and powerful.

Gu Nian: "..."

I, day.

(End of this chapter)