Chapter 3 Chapter 3

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date="2020-12-15"

title="Chapter 3 Chapter 3 "

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series = ["This Omega is Sweet and Wild"]

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third chapter

The next morning, Li Cheng was again late again.

By the time he arrived, the first class had already started, and the teacher was writing and writing generously on the blackboard.

When other students are late, they must carefully walk around the classroom through the back door without being noticed. But Li Cheng walked away from the front door carelessly, and the teacher couldn't help him, and asked him to return to his seat quickly without seeing and worrying.

Before Li Cheng's butt was hot, the beta guys in the front row turned their heads and looked at him reverently.

Li Cheng was frightened by the row of scorching eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Little Brother A smiled and stretched out his thumb: "Brother Li, awesome!"

Li Cheng:?

Li Cheng pretended to be calm and asked, "Then tell me, where am I?"

Brother B: "Don't be humble, the incident last night was spread throughout the school!"

Li Cheng was at a loss, what did he do last night? He was so tired after training last night that he fell asleep and didn't even have time to do the daily tasks in the game.

Without waiting for him to continue to ask, younger brother C has already told his heroic deeds.

"Someone ran into Wei Rong at the hospital last night! He had a blue nose and swollen face, he was walking limped, with a bandage hanging on his arm!" The little brother danced brightly, using his careful thinking to reason out the truth, "It must be Brother Li Let's do it! That guy Toad-Ma wants to eat swan meat, you've long seen him not pleasing to your eyes! Last night he asked you to meet at the school gate, and you went to the meeting alone, up and down, and beat him into the ground, waiting to be fed, the last one Punch the country! Punch him directly into the hospital so that he will never harass you again, right?"

Li Cheng: "..."

Li Cheng:?

Li Cheng cleared his throat awkwardly, intending to clarify, but he turned a corner when he looked at the admiration of the younger brothers.

He waved his hand in a casual manner: "Okay, do you still need to promote this kind of mosquito-big thing?"

The little brother smacked: "That's an alpha!"

Li Cheng didn't care: "What's wrong with alpha? Wei Rong's kind of stuff, I can beat him down with just one hand."

"Brother Li is really a hero!"

"Okay, low-key, go to self-study and self-study." Li Cheng was impatient with a little bit of pride, "By the way, I think you have made rapid progress in Chinese recently, and your idioms are pretty good."

Li Cheng never attended class. He lay on the table and pondered all morning, but he didn't figure out which kind person Wei Rong was beaten into the hospital.

But it didn't matter, Li Cheng didn't bother him for a day or two. Someone sent him a ride for Tianxingdao, and Li Cheng was happy.

Hope this time, Wei Rong can be honest for a while and stop harassing him again.

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At the same time, the third grade teaching building.

Xiao Yiheng opened the exercise book and was about to pick up a pen. He heard the girls in the class twittering and sharing gossip.

"Have you watched the campus network?" the girl exclaimed, "The very famous omega Li Cheng in the second year of high school, at the school gate last night, punched an alpha chasing him into the hospital!!!

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Xiao Yiheng:?

Who? Who fought?

...

High school has a heavy workload, and the three minor subjects of music, physical education, and fine arts are the battlegrounds for all major teachers.

Every Monday, the main subject teachers squeeze in front of the class schedule and pretend to ask: "Class schedule, class schedule, let me see which lucky associate teacher is sick this week?"

Only in the second grade (13) class—that is, the class where Li Cheng belongs—the associate teacher is never “sick”.

No way, who would let Li Cheng be the school bully, who would dare to deprive him of his body sound?

With his aura, the students in the second grade (13) class can have three minor subjects a week.

This day is Wednesday, and there is an art class in the afternoon.

The art teacher Qiu Xian is an omega. She was pregnant for eight months. She was frail and unable to work for a long time. So in recent weeks, she has been teaching them to paint still life-just put a few bottles of apples and bananas on the table. Each student has a paintbrush and a drawing board, so they can stay honestly for a whole class.

She also knew that this group of children did not come to art class to learn to paint at all, but to relax, chat, play with mobile phones, and quietly talk about love, so she kept a blind eye every time she went to class. One eye, as long as the students don't tear down the classroom, they can do whatever they want.

Qiu Xian set up her drawing board in the corner of the studio, spread out the drawing paper, and drew her painting quietly.

After a while, a pair of shiny eyes appeared above the drawing board.

"Teacher Qiu!" Li Cheng, with blond hair like a lion, asked with a smiley face, "Shall we discuss it? Every time in class, I ask everyone to draw those broken apples and rotten bananas. Everyone is tired of painting."

Qiu Xian asked him: "If you don't paint still life, what should you paint?"

Li Cheng said, "Draw people!"

Qiu Xian thought for a while and agreed: "It's okay. There are still a few plaster figures in the cabinet, you can move them out..."

"No, no, I mean—" Li Cheng stretched out a finger to point to his nose, "—draw ‘people’, living people."

Only then did Qiu Xian understand what he was going to do. She laughed: "You want to be a model? Let everyone paint you?" This kid is too narcissistic. "When you are a model, you have to sit there and not move. Can you sit still?"

"Why can't you sit still?" Li Cheng raised an eyebrow, "Don't underestimate me!"

So in this way, the art class assignments of the second grade (13) class changed from bottles to apples and bananas to a big living person.

Li Cheng sat down on the chair in the middle, with his legs crossed in a careless manner, with his hands on his chest, posing a self-confessed handsome look, and said to the classmates: "Come on, you paint!"

He did not ask other classmates if they would paint him. He is a school bully, and his opinion is everyone's opinion!

So the students exchanged helpless eyes, picked up the paintbrush, and began to rack their brains to smear Li Cheng on the drawing paper.

But they are not specialties in fine art, so they can paint a still life crookedly. How can they be able to paint people?

When Li Cheng was tired from sitting, carrying his hands on his back and walking down to inspect, he saw sheets of drawing paper with strangely shaped and crooked melons.

Li Cheng: "..."

Li Cheng thought, could it be because I misunderstood my looks? But I remember that the person in the mirror was neither cross-eyed nor stubborn. With such a square face, is it me or SpongeBob?

By the way, the beta brothers also held those abstract portraits and asked him to comment, and asked him doglegally: "Brother Li, what do you think?"

Brother Li feels very bad.

Without waiting for Li Cheng to lose his temper, Qiu Xian caught him and asked, "Why is there a model like you? It took me a few minutes before I lost my account?"

Li Cheng didn't dare to quarrel with the art teacher who was pregnant with Liujia, and muttered in a low voice, "Who can hold on to sit still for so long?"

Qiu Xian smiled: "Someone can hold on."

After all, Qiu Xian turned around and took out a wad of drawing paper from the cabinet, and handed it to him: "This is a sketch of a character drawn by Class 1 in the third grade."

Li Cheng was shocked: "Can I still take art classes in high school?"

Qiu Xian: "School bully classes have privileges, and learning bully classes naturally also have privileges."

Schoolmaster: "..."

Li Cheng scolded and took the sketches of the characters in his heart, and looked down.

The same figure is drawn on the drawing paper cut into 16 pieces one by one.

——The young man sitting at the window, his white shirt tucked into his sleeves, and a book in his hands. He watched very attentively, and the breeze blew through the tips of his hair, but failed to call his attention.

The schoolmasters in the schoolmaster class are versatile, and they draw sketches of characters to look good. The five senses of that boy are carefully carved by each pencil, his eyes, his lips, his angular jaw, his Adam's apple, his evenly-seated fingers...

Li Cheng flipped through the sketches. The pictures are put together to form a complete person in the painting.

At that moment, Li Cheng seemed to be hit by something in his heart, very heavy and light.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Teacher Qiu, who is this?"

Qiu Xian: "Huh? Don't you know him?"

Li Cheng didn't like to hear these words. He hummed, "Chee, should I know him? Why doesn't he come to know me?"

Qiu Xian smiled: "He is Xiao Yiheng, a senior in high school, and a man in our school. But the year you enrolled, he went abroad to exchange and study, and only came back this semester."

Li Cheng thought, a man of the world? How can it be? Can you be better than yourself?

He vaguely remembered that there were many trophies on the display rack in the principal's office. The name of the highest row of trophies seemed to be "Xiao Yiheng".

For this matter, Li Cheng went to Principal Xu and asked him: "Who is Xiao Yiheng? I have more trophies than him. Why don't I put my trophy in the first row? Why is he in me? Up?"

How could Xu Wanli say at that time?

Oh, Xu Wanli seems to say: "He is a senior, and senior should be above the junior."

Huh!

What kind of brother Spicy Chicken is still on top of him?

Thinking of this, Li Cheng stared at the thick pile of portrait paintings, the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. As for the unbalanced heartbeat at that moment, he also attributed it to an illusion. Seven-Eight Chinese is the fastest ~ mobile phone: https:/www.78zw.com/

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After school, Teacher Qiu Xian held her pregnant belly and struggled to clean the art classroom.

Nowadays, more and more omega choose artificial sub-gongs to create new small lives in the cultivation cabin through technological means. Omegas who insist on having a baby like her are very rare.

She thinks this is a rare experience, she can get closer to her baby when she is pregnant in October. However, the inconvenience caused by pregnancy is too much.

Just like now, it is very difficult for her to bend down and lift a plaster statue on the ground.

"Teacher Qiu, you sit down and rest, let me come." A male voice sounded.

Xiao Yiheng walked quickly into the classroom, first helped Qiu Xian to sit aside, and then helped her tidy up the plaster statues on the floor and put them in the cabinet one by one.

After Qiu Xian sat down, she hammered her sore and sore legs and sighed, "Student Xiao, thank you for helping me."

Xiao Yiheng said: "It should be. But I want to thank the teacher for lending me the art classroom to paint."

Apart from Qiu Xian, almost no one knew that Xiao Yiheng was talented in painting.

At the beginning, he just wanted to find a quiet place to read, and the art classroom had tables and chairs and few students came over, making it the best resting area.

By chance, he picked up the paintbrush under Qiu Xian's encouragement-Qiu Xian was surprised to find that Xiao Yiheng has a natural perception of color!

He played with every light and dark light, and he held the colors easily.

He never thinks about "how to draw here", as long as he writes down, it is a landscape.

Qiu Xian cherishes his talents and teaches them all.

But at the same time, she is a pity that for an alpha like Xiao Yiheng, his future has been written. He will win more academic competition trophies, enter the top universities, and study the highest and newest technology... For him, painting is always It can only be an interest to cultivate sentiment.

Xiao Yiheng didn't know what Teacher Qiu was thinking. He has always been reticent. After cleaning the classroom quietly, he moved out his easel from the corner.

A painting often takes a long time to draw, so he will come to draw for a while after class every day. He just finished a work a few days ago and entrusted Qiu Xian to send it to the gallery for consignment.

He set up the easel, set the frame, and started to draft.

Qiu Xian asked him: "What do you want to paint in this picture?"

Xiao Yiheng replied: "Draw the sunset on the playground."

Qiu Xian: "Are you still reluctant to paint portraits?"

From the first time when Xiao Yiheng took the pen, he has never painted a portrait except for plaster. This is very strange.

Xiao Yiheng did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Teacher, why did you bring up this matter again?"

Qiu Xian said: "I have corrected the portrait assignments in your class a few days ago. It's worthy of being a master class. Classmates generally paint well, but I still want to see what you paint yourself."

Xiao Yiheng helpless: "I am not so narcissistic."

Speaking of narcissism, Qiu Xian said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I also drew a portrait in the second year of high school. The model is Li Cheng, you should have heard of him? He insisted that all the classmates paint him. unwilling."

Xiao Yiheng: Has he been the Five Elements criminal Li Cheng recently? How can hear the name everywhere?

"I've heard of him." I just never saw him. Xiao Yiheng was a little curious about the looks of the school bully, and asked, "Can I see the homework of their class?"

Qiu Xian readily agreed.

She got up and took out the second grade (13) homework from the shelf and handed it over.

Xiao Yiheng looked down at the drawing paper.

——On the top of the portrait, the eyes are like brass bells, the ears are big, the eyebrows are like green onions, the face is peculiar, the teeth are grinning, and the flesh is overgrown.

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Xiao Yiheng thought, this campus bully, looks quite ingenious.