My aunt is five and a half years old: I am a koi and I am proud

Chapter 30
Sang Qingrui was working on a question, and she was already very irritable, so she left it here to make a noise.

"You murder me? What right do you have to murder me?"

"Fuck you? Auntie, I still want to beat you up. What can you do? It's your first time being a human being. Why should I let you go?"

Sang Qingrui dropped the pen, and walked straight towards Du Miao. Du Miao looked at Sang Qingrui's aura and was a little scared, but she held back.

It's not possible to beat yourself up on this occasion, it must be to scare people.

"Are you still arguing?"

"Leave me alone."

"Snapped."

Sang Qingrui and Du Miao are only one year apart, and there is not much difference in stature. Naturally, Sang Qingrui dared to do it. Anyway, the young nephew is upstairs, and there are two other nephews in the front building. Whoever is afraid of the other.

"You really dare to hit me?"

"When you wanted to trip me up, I wanted to beat you up, but I held back at that time, I didn't expect you to be uninterested."

Sang Qingrui left after typing and continued to work on the questions, as if she wasn't her just now, but this scene also made everyone in the class dumbfounded.

No one likes Du Miao's princess disease. At first, they may think Du Miao's appearance is very funny and are willing to cooperate, but whoever is at home is not holding it in the palm of their hand, and who is willing to be obedient all the time and be yelled at by all kinds of people.

But there are not many people who dare to do it directly, after all, they dare not cause trouble, so Sang Qingrui does it if he refuses to accept it, beats me when he provokes him, and cares about so many shits.

Soon after hearing the news, the homeroom teacher came, only Sang Qingrui, who was doing the questions quietly, and Du Miao, who was sitting there crying silently, was crying loudly, but Sang Qingrui said, "Sound me again, and I will reward you again." Slap." Then she only dared to wipe her tears, someone wanted to help her, but Du Miao pushed her away.

The only chance to step down was ruined by himself, and he didn't want to talk to her, so he started to do things on his own. In this way, Du Miao felt even more wronged.

"Teacher Yang, woo woo woo...she hit me."

As soon as Du Miao saw the head teacher, she seemed to have caught a life-saving straw. She pointed at Sang Qingrui and began to complain. Many people secretly sweated Sang Qingrui, but Sang Qingrui seemed to be fine.

"You were the one who hit you. You're so hypocritical, isn't it just that someone touched you, and you cried like that, so ugly."

Girls, no matter what age, will have a conditioned reflex when they hear ugliness.

"You are ugly."

"Look at what you look like crying now, you are ugly whoever is ugly."

Very good, a new round of quarrel started like this, when the quarrel became more and more intense, Sang Qingrui stretched out her hand, and Du Miao successfully shut up.

She still remembered the pain on her face, and she didn't want to be beaten again.

"Teacher, look, she wants to hit me, she dares to hit me in front of you."

"Go away, I'll just pull some clothes."

Sang Qingrui wanted to frighten her in this way, but if she didn't do it, how could she admit it. "

"Stop arguing, both of you, and go back to your seat."

"Teacher, she hit me."

Teacher Yang also knew that Sang Qingrui was not easy to mess with, and wanted to find a way to go down, but Du Miao disagreed, and pulled Teacher Yang back to the previous question.

"This is the classroom. It's a place to study. If you want to be hypocritical and go home, treat yourself like a princess in public. What are you? Next time you interrupt my study, see if I beat you up."

Teacher Yang didn't expect Sang Qingrui to be so arrogant, it was really so outrageous, no wonder the principal recruited him again and again, it turned out that he had a criminal record.

The past few days were very stable, and I thought it was a fake, but now it seems that they are more restrained.

"study well."

Teacher Yang didn't dare to say anything, especially when Sang Qingrui finished talking about Du Miao's intention to trip her, she broke out in a cold sweat. If it wasn't for Tong Yaning's swift action, who knows what the consequences would be.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not easy to complain, so save your energy, maybe someday you can surpass me in study."

Of course it's not realistic, Du Miao's thoughts are all about how to become a flower peacock, her studies are very casual, and she is in the middle of the class.

"Niu, Rui Rui, I have long disliked her, and I have never had a chance."

Tong Yaning is completely in admiration for this little deskmate who is two years younger than her, and she will do it if she refuses to accept it.

After this incident, Du Miao didn't dare to provoke Sang Qingrui casually, and the others admired Sang Qingrui very much, especially seeing that her nephew group directly shocked the whole class because of this incident.

"Rui Rui, did you draw this? It looks so good."

I don't know from which book Tong Yaning saw Sang Qingrui's sketches, she was very surprised, and pestered Sang Qingrui for a painting.

"This is just a random drawing. When I have time later, I will draw one specially for you."

"By the way, there will be a drawing competition soon, and you can participate too."

"Too lazy to go, I have learned too much now, and I really don't have the energy."

"No.1 has a bonus of [-], which is a pity."

"Sign me up quickly."

Tong Yaning also knows Sang Qingrui's habits through getting along these days, and nothing can interest Sang Qingrui except money.

Learning the original stone is for money, learning the piano and painting are all for making money in the future, and the Olympic math is because there are prize money in the competition.

"No.1 will have a bonus of [-]."

Not bad, not bad, money is enough, 5000 yuan, it is not impossible to put effort into painting a picture.

On the weekend, Sang Qingrui came to the painting teacher as agreed. The teacher is an internationally famous painter and a good friend of Xu Yunlan. After seeing Sang Qingrui's unexpected talent in painting, she fell in love with Sang Qingrui completely.

In addition, Sang Qingrui is a very hardworking and patient child, so she is willing to teach Sang Qingrui what she has learned all her life.

"Teacher Yao, I'm coming."

Yao Xirou has a lot of students, some of whom are as famous as Yao Xirou in the field of painting.

"Hey, Baozi is here. Your senior sister has won an international award, and this is a gift for you."

"Wow, thank you, teacher, for helping me, senior sister. By the way, teacher, I signed up for the school's drawing competition, and I want to talk to the teacher."

Yao Xirou nodded, and began to give Sang Qingrui a serious analysis. Those who belong to Sang Qingrui's age group and can show painting skills really need to have a good communication.

Yao Xirou usually has high demands on Sang Qingrui, let alone the need to participate in the competition now, so naturally the high demands come from it.

"This one doesn't work, I have to redraw it, continue."

Yao Xirou was very strict when teaching, but it was difficult for anyone with weaker psychological endurance to accept, and there were many students who were scolded and cried by her.

Fortunately, Sang Qingrui is also a person who has experienced a lot, so naturally she doesn't mind being scolded, as the saying goes, a strict teacher makes a good apprentice.

"This draft is not bad, but there are still flaws. Let's go here today. Use this draft to try out the color scheme."

(End of this chapter)