Jiangshen's Xiao Zuojing is strawberry flavored

Chapter 118 Drawing
After leading this group of people for so long, the psychology teacher is quite clear about the relationship with some more active people.

As for the inactive ones... Just look at the people sitting next to you.

She can still tell who's who.

She didn't choose to talk about Chen Yu first, but divided into several groups before mentioning him.

The psychology teacher scratched the paper with his fingers: "Chen Yu, Qiao Mian, and Jiang Si are in a group of three."

Qiao Mian and Jiang Si both left a deep impression on her... After all, their grades are not so good, can they not be impressed?

The psychology teacher also knew the characters of the two of them, so he assigned Chen Yu to this group with confidence.

Jiang Si: "..."

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

He and Qiao Mian were already sitting together, so there was no need to change seats.

Chen Yu picked up the textbook on the table and walked over with a smile in his eyes.

He sat beside Jiang Si.

Jiang Si smiled back at him, and took the paper used to make handwritten newspapers from the representative of the psychology class.

The psychology teacher said that not only words are needed, but also pictures are needed...

He thought for a while, then took some colorful pens and put them on the table.

Then the problem is coming.

——Jiang Si didn't dabble in painting at all.

He turned the pen in his hand, and then spoke.

After Jiang Si revealed this fact, Chen Yu looked inquiringly.

Qiao Mian also looked over.

She remembered that Jiang Si's mother was not only a businessman, but also a very famous painter.

As her son, Jiang Si can't draw?
He noticed the strangeness of the two, "My mother is a painter, but that doesn't mean I am too."

A trace of complexity flashed in Jiang Si's eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

"I didn't inherit her talent." Jiang Si said confidently, his eyes fell on the other two people.

Qiao Mian: "...I won't either."

She didn't light up this skill.

So the two looked at Chen Yu who was at the side at the same time.

Chen Yu had expected it a long time ago: "I'll give it a try." I really had to try.

He studied painting for a while, but only as a hobby.

——The point is that he hasn’t painted for a long time, and he doesn’t know what level he is now.

"Okay." Qiao Mian immediately said "OK".

It's fine if someone is in charge of the painting, and the level doesn't matter...Anyway, as long as her name is not written in the "painting" column when the time comes to sign it, it will be fine.

Jiang Si handed the paper to Chen Yu, letting Chen Yu play freely.

He turned to his pen again.

The psychology teacher only distributed two pieces of paper to one group, one of which was in Chen Yu's hand.

So Jiang Si tore the other sheet in half and used it with Qiao Mian to write their own ideas.

... If the psychology teacher saw him using it like this, he would probably vomit blood.

She gave two to prevent them from accidentally making some difficult-to-correct mistakes in the handwritten newspaper. They were used to remedy, not to draft for them! !

But Jiang Si didn't have the word "wrong" in his heart at all, so he tore up the piece of paper.

He has always had absolute confidence in what he is going to do, and there is no need to leave room for it.

Jiang Si picked up a pen to write, with some broken hair hanging down between his foreheads as he lowered his head.

Qiao Mian was a little absent-minded, looking at the other group sitting beside her - Song Ruan, Xu Xing and another person.

I always feel that the atmosphere is not right.

Song Ruan can chat with anyone, including another person who was assigned to their group by the psychology teacher.

So he was smiling and chatting happily.

On the other hand, Xu Xing... didn't look very happy.

No, it should be said that I am very unhappy.

　Xiao Qiao walks on the front line of taking CP

　　
　
(End of this chapter)