The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

Everyone didn't know what Wu Jing and Yan Xinguang chatted in private. Anyway, there was a water-like silence in the class after that, and no one dared to say a word. It wasn't until the next day that Duan Changhan started to organize the ball-stacking group again. Time to become active again.

This activity is very magical. Although the reward is only a few tens of dollars in the end, it can especially mobilize people's enthusiasm and arouse people's desire to win.

At the beginning, everyone was silent because they felt that a noble and glamorous person like Yan Xinguang would definitely not like this kind of game, and there was a sense of horror that the dean discovered the crowd playing cards.

But since he himself offered to help Wu Jing fold his balls, he presumably has no objection to this kind of game that exposes the embarrassment of life, so there is no embarrassment for anyone.

The front line of this event is very long. Today, Wu Jing's team VS another team. The opposite team soared through more than 700 levels early in the morning. Crowdfunding to help.

Half of the classes on Thursday were sub-classes, so Wu Jing kept his head down the whole time.

It wasn't just him, the afternoon sun made people drowsy. Even the students of No. [-] Middle School couldn't avoid dozing off and playing games in art class.

With a soft "click", Yao Bin's bag fell out of the belly of the table. He bent down to pick it up sleepily, and there was a burst of pinging and clanging.Wu Jing put down the phone impatiently, propped his chin on his hands, rolled his eyes, and saw his deskmate as soon as he turned his head.

Pressing on the book with his slender fingers, he turned a page lightly. The master raised his eyes and glanced at the peeping thief.

Wu Jing: "..."

In fact, Yan Xinguang was not listening to the class either.

The art teacher was a young man with a beard. He was talking about European oil paintings in the [-]th century on the podium, and he was drawing lines on the canvas that others could not understand.

The book Yan Xinguang was reading was an English book, as thick as a brick, and could be used as a weapon when you swung it up.

Wu Jing tilted his head and spelled out the letters on the cover for a long time. With his limited vocabulary, he could barely conclude that this book must at least have nothing to do with art.

Wu Jing spoke to him quietly: "Mr. Yan, it seems that you have no interest in art."

Yan Xinguang didn't know what to say, he glanced at him, turned the book one page, then looked at him twice, turned the book two pages.The noble and glamorous posture is like a fairy in the sky, but he is not like a normal person anyway.

Wu Jing's teeth itched when he read it, and the page that was turned happened to be right in front of Wu Jing's eyes. His eyes hurt when he read the tadpole characters as small as mosquitoes and flies, so he boldly peeled off the vertical page , and sincerely asked: "Mr. Yan, do you want to fold eggs together?"

Perhaps it was because of the unique frequency of his voice that it happened to pass through the chattering voices in the room and reach the art teacher's ears.

The bearded teacher was talking passionately about how Leonardo Da Vinci drew eggs. At this point, he changed the subject and pointed to the corner of the last row and said, "Very good, finally some students have followed the teacher's thinking! That's right, it is Egg! Don't underestimate a simple egg, not many people can draw it well...you two come up and try."

In an instant, those who dozed off and played with their mobile phones all woke up, sitting upright, holding their breath.

Yan Xinguang sighed helplessly, stood up, saw that the people around him were not moving, turned his head slightly, and glanced at him, the meaning in his eyes was clear: don't lose face.

So Wu Jing and Yan Xinguang stood on the podium with one left and one right in front of the whole class, and each drew a huge egg with chalk...

Although these two eggs are theoretically eggs, one is round and smooth, lifelike, and the other is awkward no matter how you look at it. Perhaps it is better called a stone.

The bearded teacher laughed and was very satisfied with the sharp contrast, because he had the opportunity to explain the principle of eggs in depth. He looked at the two eggs and said, "Students, take a look and see the problem." Is it? Yes, that's right, simple lines have such different effects, such as this one, can this be an egg? If I don't tell you that it is an egg, will someone think it is an egg? "

The bearded man chattered quickly, but the people sitting below held back and didn't dare to laugh, because Yan Dashen's face was really not very good-looking...

No one would have guessed that such a perfect master is actually blind to painting!

Only Wu Jing never knew what restraint was. If he wasn't still in class, he would have slapped the table and laughed wildly.He didn't notice it on the podium, but when he got back to his seat, he looked up, what was that on the left?

The rough lines and the magical coloring, I'm afraid Yan Xinguang is not deliberately spoofing it?

But this person's personality really doesn't look like he would deliberately be funny!

Wu Jing covered his stomach, and when he had had enough of secretly laughing, he poked his deskmate's arm, and asked seriously, "You didn't do it on purpose, Teacher Yan."

It was probably the first time in Yan Xinguang's life that he was ridiculed so blatantly, and his complexion was very bad. After a long time, he finally answered stiffly: "No."

At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class "jingling bell" rang.

Wu Jing couldn't bear it any longer, and sprayed with a "poof", accompanied by the ringing of the bell, and finally collapsed on the table with uncontrollable laughter, laughing at him haha.

"Mr. Yan, not only are you not interested in art, you also have no artistic talent!"

In view of the fact that the class of Senior One (Second) is finally full, the group painting style at the beginning has been slightly corrected.

It's not that Yan Xinguang can say anything, in fact, he rarely speaks in the group.

Wu Jing has never seen Yan Dashen take out his mobile phone at school - although he is the only one who is allowed to use his mobile phone casually by the school's default, others have to avoid the class teacher and dean when they look at WeChat.

But I don’t know why, just because there is only one person like him, there are fewer people in the big group who are blindly comparing each other. Although occasionally there are still people who don’t understand why they share such two funny links, but they follow the booing It's also all to the point.

Until one day after class, Wu Jing was frantically copying homework with Yan Xinguang's homework book, when the phone rang.

Yao Bin saw that he didn't respond for a long time, turned around, and wondered: "Wow, what are you doing, you just finished your homework now, what are you going to do on the weekend?"

Wu Jing writes like a fly without raising his head, and his writing gradually matches Yan Xinguang's level, while saying vaguely: "Of course you have to do what you should do on weekends."

Yao Bin scratched the homework book under his hands a few times, and was startled: "This, this, isn't this the homework of God Yan?! He asked you to copy it?! No, he just finished writing it?!"

Their math teacher can be described as perverted. He arranged ten big questions for them to write on the weekend. Yan Xinguang is even more perverted. .

Thinking of this, Wu Jing's teeth itch with hatred.But this person slumped his homework on the table, which was very inconsistent with his personality of keeping the table clean all the time, as if he was inviting Wu Jing to copy it.

As for these ten big questions, the thinking of solving the questions is clear and the steps are standardized. Even Wu Jing can easily understand the whole question following the train of thought of the solver.

Could it be that Teacher Yan did this to make it easier for him to understand when copying? ?

Could it be that Teacher Yan's handwriting is getting clearer and clearer now, and it's also because of him? ?

While biting the tip of the pen, Wu Jing drove this terrible thought out of his mind.

no no no!no no no!How could Teacher Yan's noble and glamorous personality collapse!Even so, it must be so that he won't lose face when he is picked up by the math teacher in class next week!

Then again.

Yan Xinguang's calligraphy is the same as his paintings, both of them have a very... personal style.

Yao Bin watched him copy all the homework, his face changed unpredictablely, and he was very speechless. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Why are you in a daze? Remember to send me a copy after copying. Oh, and this, You join, the little group pulled by the fat man."

Liu Lei pulled a small group consisting of only the four of them, and Wu Jing joined them as soon as he got home; as soon as he got in, he was blinded by the picture in front of him.