Cool and handsome girls' vests

Chapter 463 One Less Student

Mo Xi had come to her senses at this moment, the expression on her face was still cold and clear, but her eyes, which were usually cold, were filled with warmth. She said, "Thank you."

The other students quickly waved their hands, saying that you are welcome, looking embarrassed.

When everyone returned to their seats one after another, Mo Xi went to the row where no one was still sitting and sat down.

As soon as she put the box aside, Jiang Beiyu, who was sitting in front of her, turned her head and shook a mobile phone at her: "Little cousin, do you want to add a WeChat?"

The previous communication between the two was limited to him helping her to hate Yu Xuanming. When the Quan family was in love, they didn't say a word, and they didn't add WeChat.

When Mo Xi heard this, her hands paused for a moment, and she almost instantly remembered the aunt who was wearing a white cheongsam and proudly stuffed a stack of red envelopes into her. She nodded, "Yes."

With that said, he took out his phone.

Jiang Beiyu directly added her in the class, just let her agree directly.

Mo Xi said "Yes", clicked on the new friend, and passed his verification.

Jiang Beiyu had already turned his body back at this time, and after seeing that she had passed the verification, he wanted to change a note for her.

As soon as I clicked on her personal information, I saw the wedding photo in her circle of friends.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and clicked in.

Her circle of friends is not fortified, and there is no scope of access, and there is only one, which is not eye-catching.

He still raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue softly before sliding down to look at the comment section.

They don't have many mutual friends, so they only saw a few comments.

However, her operation was the same as that of his cousin, and she replied "Thank you."

He clicked his tongue again before quitting her friend and went to change a note.

When the first class was over, Zhai Qiqi brought Hu Yishan over to Mo Xi's place.

She usually walks with three people, but now that there is one less person, she immediately attracts attention.

So, before Mo Xi said a word, someone asked first, "Zhai Qiqi, do you have another roommate? Are you asking for leave?"

"I don't know," Zhai Qiqi shook her head at that person. "While watching the game on Saturday, she suddenly said that she had something to leave. After she left, I haven't seen her again."

"Haven't seen her again?" The deputy class in charge of attendance frowned: "I'll ask the teacher."

One less student is a big deal.

The school is not very strict on weekends. Many locals will go home, and some will go out to work part-time. The number is huge, so the school does not record attendance.

It's been almost two days since this Saturday afternoon. It's okay if I ask for leave, but if I don't ask for leave and something happens, it will be troublesome.

It's not just her, the subclass responsible for attendance, who is in trouble, the teacher, the leaders above, and even the principal will be in trouble.

Thinking about it, she quickly took out her mobile phone and called the counselor.

Zhou Xiaoyue waited for a while before answering.

When the deputy class asked about this, she just said: "Student Lin has dropped out of school due to personal reasons, and she doesn't have to take her attendance test in the future."

The deputy class was a little shocked when she heard the news, but since it was someone else's private matter, she didn't ask any further questions, and just said, "Okay, teacher, I understand."

"Well," Zhou Xiaoyue responded, and after a pause for a few seconds, she asked again, "Did Yu Xuanming come to school today?"

The deputy class looked at the attendance sheet and looked for it: "No."

Zhou Xiaoyue paused for a few more seconds: "Okay, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

Subclass: "No hard work, no hard work."

After watching her hang up the phone, Mo Xi casually tapped twice with his hand on the table. His eyes were bottomless, like a pitch-black night, making it hard to see what she was thinking.

Their current position is quite far from the deputy class, and Zhai Qiqi, who has poor hearing, only heard what the deputy class said, but not Zhou Xiaoyue.

Seeing that the deputy class didn't seem to be very worried, she breathed a sigh of relief, and began to tell Mo Xi about her matter: "Sister Xi, do you know that the Dai Shuang Painting Exhibition has been cancelled?"

Mo Xi nodded expressionlessly.

"You know," Zhai Qiqi originally wanted to tell her, but since she likes Dai Shuang, she will definitely pay more attention to news about her, so it's not surprising.

She continued to ask: "Then do you know how it is spread on the Internet?"

Mo Xi shook his head.

Zhai Qiqi: "I heard that someone pretended to be Dai Shuang to hold the art exhibition. As for why they pretended to be fake, there are different opinions. Some said it was because of jealousy and wanted to satisfy their vanity, and some said it was because they wanted to cheat money. Some even said that it was because they had conflicts with the real Daishuang, deliberately occupying her identity, and I don’t know which one is true.”

Mo Xi raised an eyebrow invisibly. She thought that netizens would not think so much and would only scold her for canceling the art exhibition.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhai Qiqi looked at her expression and thought she was interested, so she went on to say: "Actually, these are not just nonsense from netizens, they are all inferences. Although Dai Shuang has never appeared in front of others , but judging from her works, everyone thinks that she is not an ungrateful person, and it is impossible to sever ties with her master."

Works can reflect a person's moral quality.

Since ancient times, literati and chivalrous men have not expressed their inner thoughts through their works.

How could a person who can draw works that deeply touch the hearts of others, who can draw works that make people feel empathetic, sever relations with the master who has taught him for more than ten years.

The whole time she was talking, Mo Xi didn't respond. She didn't move until the class bell rang and they went back to their seats.

She seemed to know why she couldn't do it before.

She put the book back into her schoolbag, took the gift they gave her, and walked lightly through the back door.

When I returned to Lijingju Villa, there was no one in the hall.

She put her schoolbag and box on the sofa, walked towards the French window, and sat down in front of the drawing board.

When it was almost noon, Quan Hao came down from the upstairs study room. When he saw her figure, his footsteps obviously paused.

However, Mo Xi didn't seem to notice that until he walked not far behind her, she was still seriously drawing her picture.

Under the not so strong sunlight outside, she seemed to have passed through a layer of golden light, hazy and beautiful.

Quan Hao stared at her for a long time, and then slowly shifted his gaze to her drawing board. It seemed that he had been back for quite a while.

(End of this chapter)