The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 690 0689. High school life is so happy! (39)

Tan Bing looked sympathetically at Zhuang Xinian walking over with a face full of despair, but he didn't dare to intercede.

Yu Qinghe has always been the teacher in charge of the painting club, and is also the leader teacher of various participating teams every year. Several of them have followed Yu Qinghe for a year or two, and naturally they have figured out Yu Qinghe's temper.

Although Yu Qing and this person seem gentle and gentle, they are only in normal times. If they step on a thunderbolt when they are handing in homework in class and participating in a competition, they will never be soft-hearted.

It was Zhuang Xinian's first time dealing with each other, and he didn't know that he hit the muzzle of the gun.

But then, Zhuang Xinian had no time to be sad.

She listened to Yu Qinghe and began to talk about the competition system of this competition, which was no different from those she had participated in before. The only difference was that if the painting was selected, there would be a chance for an exhibition.

using their own names.

"Yesterday, I asked you to perfect your own ideas. How are you preparing?" Yu Qingping's calm, even gentle and peaceful eyes swept over the five children sitting there.

After his words fell, the five people, including Zhuang Xinian, quickly expressed their thoughts on painting last night.

However, before Yu Qinghe reached for their drawing paper, a very loud "cuckoo" sound rang out in the quiet studio.

Everyone: "?"

Then there was another "cuckoo"...

Zhuang Xinian blushed, covered her stomach, and smiled awkwardly, wishing she could bury herself in the ground!

Tan Bing was the first to speak out: "Sister, didn't you eat anything this morning?"

Zhuang Xinian felt that she was extremely ashamed, so she gave up and said, "I had a stiff neck this morning, and I didn't have time to go to the cafeteria."

other people:"……"

"Hanyang, bring something to eat." Yu Qinghe said with a trace of helplessness in his eyes behind his glasses.

"Oh, oh, ok!" Guo Hanyang quickly got up from the ground and walked towards a small box in the corner.

After a while, he came over with a bag of toast and a box of pure milk.

The moment he saw the pure milk, Zhuang Xinian cried out in despair: God is going to kill me! ! !

Zhuang Xinian's most hated drink, pure milk, is not one of them.

"Sister Xi Nian, eat quickly!" Guo Hanyang put the food in front of Zhuang Xi Nian with great enthusiasm.

Zhuang Xinian showed an awkward yet polite smile, and thanked Guo Hanyang: "Thank you Brother Hanyang."

Then he slowly reached out to get the toast and milk on the table.

Seeing that she was tearing up toast, Yu Qinghe ignored her and took their thought settings and looked at them.

While eating, Zhuang Xinian listened attentively to Yu Qinghe's explanation to the others, because it came clockwise, and Zhuang Xinian's position was on Yu Qinghe's right, so she would be the last one.

Feld was the first to begin public executions.

His impressive painting style actually made Zhuang Xinian very impressed with him.

Zhuang Xinian has always believed that it is difficult to master the style of impression painting, just like abstract painting.

She didn't expect that there were people in this school who would learn the impressionist painting style, let alone that Yu Qing and this teacher would also be able to impress the painting style!

"Felder, look here..."

Yu Qinghe's voice was calm and steady, and his speech was clear and well-founded, which made people very convincing.

Feld nodded again and again, discussing with Yu Qinghe in mixed English and Chinese from time to time.

(End of this chapter)