[012] It's really a goblin

When it comes to memorizing poems and ancient texts, he Ling Xiaotong is really not good.

But when it comes to singing, Ling Xiaotong is really a living Maiba-level character, if he can't tell the difference, then the happy boys and super girls of Hunan Satellite TV should sign up according to gender, or what's the matter, he really wants to sign up!

Jay Chou's Lan Tingxu, of course he can sing.

"Lanting Pro Post, the book is like flowing water, the door under the moon is pushed, the heart is as careful as your footsteps are broken, busy, the millennium monument is easy to expand but it is difficult to expand your beauty, the real handiwork is unique, who can I really give ~ The shepherd flute blows horizontally, there are a few dishes of rice wine side dishes, the afterglow of the sunset, such as your shyness and drunkenness, the copy is easy to write, and the ink fragrance does not retreat and leaves the aftertaste with you, a line of cinnabar, who is the circle ~ ......"

Good guy, I don't listen to this opening, I hold it empty, and I really think I have a microphone!

"Wahahahaha——!!!" Under the podium, the whole class laughed, and even Su Xiyi burst into tears with laughter, this guy is really incomprehensible, and he actually regarded "Lanting Collection Preface" as Jay Chou's song!

Isn't this trying to anger Teacher Zhang?

"Bang bang! bang!" The blackboard rubbed on the podium, and Maitreya Zhang was really red: "Quiet!"

The whole class was silent, and Ling Xiaotong also stopped abruptly.

"I'll let you recite poems! Not for you to sing! "Lanting Collection Preface"!" Maitreya opened the textbook, held it up in front of Ling Xiaotong, and shook it a few times, but this little time was enough for Ling Xiaotong to take a picture.

"I just want to drive the atmosphere of the classroom, Teacher Zhang, don't be angry, I'll carry it!" Ling Xiaotong smiled lightly: ""Lanting Collection Preface" Wang Xizhi, Yonghe nine years, the age is ugly, at the beginning of the twilight of spring, will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin, and repair things. The sages are complete, and the young are long and salty............ Therefore, the people of the time are listed and recorded as described, although the world is different, so it is happy, and it is also one. Those who read it later will also be impressed by Sven. ”

Call...... There are still remnants of the shock of the last "Song of Long Hatred", coupled with the shock of this "Lanting Collection Preface", even Maitreya Zhang is not convinced, is this kid really transformed, and he has to study hard?

Kangqiao was in the back row, looking at Ling Xiaotong's back with blurry eyes, and muttered to himself: "I'll take it, this time it's Wang Xizhi who has crossed over, right?" Dude, you really impress me, I can't get it, my Kangqiao brothers, I can really be a college student, really give the brothers a long face!"

The day's class was boring, and Kangqiao had already skipped class and ran out to play. Although Ling Xiaotong has been in the classroom, he is also staying up time, because he has to stay up until the evening self-study, so that Su Xiyi can take him to the studio.

In the afternoon, in the face of the geography teacher who had bad breath, but always liked it, and stood in front of his desk to give a lecture, Ling Xiaotong simply survived with deep hatred.

As the bell rang, the whole class was ready to go to the cafeteria, or the school gate, to have a casual bite to eat, and then come back to continue self-study.

After all, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon after school, and the self-study began at six o'clock in the evening. There is only fifty minutes of time, and few people will choose to go home for dinner, unless it is Ling Xiaotong, it will take twenty minutes to go back and forth, students who are super close to home, or students like Hao Zhentian, who are sent by car.

As soon as class ended, Ling Xiaotong ran to Su Xiyi: "Class leader, look." ”

The application form for the art specialty class handed over by Ling Xiaotong had already signed Gao Yulan's name.

"Ah, Mr. Gao agreed?" Su Xiyi couldn't believe it, "Then you have to learn to paint hard in the future, let's go, I'll take you to the studio." ”

"Go now?" Ling Xiaotong touched her stomach: "I haven't eaten yet." ”

"Are you still going home for dinner?" Su Xiyi exclaimed: "It's the third year of high school where the time is so urgent, and you still have time to go home for dinner." ”

"Well, what else. I'm growing now, and being hungry will affect my development. Ling Xiaotong said with a pretended serious expression.

Immediately, he began to talk nonsense out of tune: "Then you won't go to dinner? Or come home with me to eat?" Maybe my mother thinks you are her daughter-in-law, and you will fry two more dishes. ”

"If you talk such nonsense to me again, I will ignore you. Su Xiyi also seemed to have adapted to Ling Xiaotong's nonsense-filled character: "I'm not as happy as you, I'll go to the studio now." I brought my own bread. Go home and eat it yourself. ”

As he spoke, he raised the bread in his hand.

"Huh, are you going now?" Ling Xiaotong finally understood why Su Xiyi was so good at everything, and there were really not many students who worked so hard now: "Then, then wait, I won't go home either, I'll go to the studio too." ”

"Skipping dinner?" asked Su Xiyi.

"Don't eat it, time is so tight. Ling Xiaotong said.

"The ideological consciousness is really high. Don't be hungry for a while, you can't stand Ang. Su Xiyi smiled: "Let's go, let's take you to the studio first, and when it's six o'clock, Teacher Zhuo will come!"

As soon as she heard the man named Teacher Zhuo, Ling Xiaotong's heart was not very happy, and when she saw Su Xiyi's appearance as soon as she mentioned Teacher Zhuo, her face was radiant, and Ling Xiaotong's heart was even more unhappy.

I can't imagine that being able to draw can also fascinate little girls so much?

The school's multi-purpose building, located in the northwest corner of the school compound, is a quiet place.

On weekdays, that is, when there are computer classes, it will be a little more popular, plus it is the fifth floor, it is quieter, and you can faintly hear the sound of the piano coming from the music room, which seems to have done a soundproofing effect, so the sound is minimal.

"Here we are, this is the studio. Su Xiyi pushed open the open door and walked straight in.

Ling Xiaotong followed closely behind, just like Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, looking around.

The plaster figure under the spotlight, as well as the orderly combination of still lifes, all made Ling Xiaotong full of curiosity.

Immediately, he found out that he still knew someone, the plaster statue with a mustache, wasn't it the great proletarian writer of the former Soviet Union, Maxim Gorky!

The black-and-white sketches on the wall, as well as the colorful gouache paintings, with a strong sense of space and a touching color impact, competed for Ling Xiaotong's rookie attention.

There is even a black and white sketch the size of an open piece of paper!

What surprised Ling Xiaotong the most was that the man was completely naked, and even his private parts were drawn! At this time, Ling Xiaotong didn't know that it was David carved by Master Michelangelo Bonarroti. Of course, this David is the second king of the ancient kingdom of Israel, David, not the David of the American magician and the British star.

"It's so early. A beautiful girl, behind her two-sided large drawing board, flashed out and said hello to Su Xiyi without any expression.

The face is really pink and jade, the temples are sprinkled with clouds, and the clothes are called a crisp chest and half-covered! A pair of jade legs are round, firm and fleshy, a little more fat, a little less slender! and Su Xiyi's long legs, it is really comparable!

Ling Xiaotong can only use one sentence to describe this girl - what a demon!