After returning to the inn for a day of rest, a new week begins.

Chen Dantong went to the classroom as usual, while Wang Yanran rushed back because she had something to do at home in Yanjing, and as for Wei Ziming, he took a leave of absence for more than half a month, saying that he was going to do something else.

"I listened to Yanran explain the last time, I did feel unwell and had nightmares, and I did get a lot better after you did that, so I won't pursue this matter for the time being. Chen Dantong said a little haggard, probably because he didn't sleep well at night.

Wang Tu shrugged his shoulders, in fact, even if Chen Dantong really wanted to pursue it, he couldn't pursue anything, after all, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

"The next class is an art exchange class, aren't you going?" He Qiuze, who was sitting on the side, saw that Wang Tu was not going to move his body and asked.

"What am I going to do?" asked Wang Tu.

"Don't you know, Liu Changqing will be going to participate in this class!" He Qiuze said, his face full of excitement could not be concealed at all.

"Liu Changqing?"

He Qiuze took out a piece of drawing paper from under the table and slowly spread it out, on it was a lotus pond moonlight, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the faint lotus pond, and the water surface was as flat as standing water, as if a carp was about to leap out of it.

"How about it, vivid, good-looking, this is what Liu Changqing painted. ”

"Liu Changqing will participate in the art exchange meeting once a month every time, and he will paint on the topic, and after the painting, he will give it to the classmates in the same class, this is what I got last time I was lucky, don't you know, the envious eyes of those people!" He Qiuze said, beaming with pride.

Wang Tu replied softly, "Oh."

He didn't care about these paintings, but if Liu Changqing was the daughter of Liu Liancheng or Liu Chengcheng, he would go to visit and ask his old man Liu what time his birthday was.

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The class bell rang as scheduled, and the king stepped on the point to the classroom.

It was also the first time he came to the art room, and he didn't find it for ten minutes without asking anyone, and finally used his divine sense to scan, otherwise he would have been late.

The art room is twice the size of a regular classroom, and there are drawing desks lined up across them.

When the king arrived, it was already crowded, not to mention the seats, but the aisles between the seats were crowded.

In fact, only the sitting part of the people came to listen to the lecture sincerely, and the majority of the people who were standing, almost all of them, were boys, and they all came for Liu Changqing.

Wang Tu was still a little surprised when he saw this formation, how terrible is this Liu Changqing's charm to have such an influence, you must know that Wang Yanran and Chen Dantong's posture is standing out from the crowd, and I haven't seen anything like this.

Strange to say, only the front table was still free, and it was spotless, as if it had been booked by someone.

Wang Tu shrugged his shoulders, walked directly to the table, and sat down, and just as he sat down, there was a sudden noise behind him.

"Damn, why did he sit in that position?"

"What class of stupid beeps, who knows him, take it away!"

I saw He Qiuze come forward in a hurry, grabbed Wang Tu, and wanted to pull him up, but just like before, Wang Tu sat firmly like a mountain, and he couldn't pull it at all.

"Wang Tu, hurry up!" He Qiuze said anxiously.

Wang Tu frowned: "Why?"

"This is Liu Changqing's exclusive location. ”

"She bought it?"

"Everyone gave it to her!"

Wang Tu nodded, shook off He Qiuze's hand, and nodded, "Oh." ”

What does this "oh" mean? He Qiuze was confused.

Just after the king's disciple refused to give way, the person behind him had already heard the sound of picking up the stool, fortunately, someone stopped him, otherwise someone would really come up and beat the king's disciple to death.

What kind of character is Liu Changqing, everyone gave her a place out of respect and admiration, you are a newcomer to class, and you dare to occupy Liu Changqing's position!

"Forget it, when Liu Changqing comes, he will get out of the way by himself. Someone comforted.

"He doesn't know how to live or die, let's get ready to see the joke later!" said the other boy with a wicked laugh.

Yes, there was once a school grass who wanted to challenge it, and sat in that position, but in the end, he couldn't bear Liu Changqing's aura and consciously gave up his position.

Because no one can sit next to Liu Changqing safely!

Soon, with a refreshing aroma like a spring breeze, a figure as white as snow slowly walked in the door.

Everyone took a deep breath, sat up straight, stood up straight, as if they saw the teacher, for fear that she would see their own badness.

Liu Changqing habitually walked to the table and was surprised to find that there was a person sitting in this position.

Wang Tu glanced at it, but he understood why the group of people broke their heads and squeezed into the art exchange meeting to participate in this class.

Liu Changqing has a beautiful melon seed face, wearing a white modern cheongsam, her black hair like a waterfall falls straight down, and her skin is as white as snow, just like a peerless beauty who came out of an ancient painting.

Since the art table was a two-person table, and the stool was also a two-person stool, Wang Tu moved his body and gave up a position.

Although Liu Changqing was a little surprised, he didn't make any pretentiousness and sat down happily.

"Come on, let's bet on how many minutes that guy won't be able to sit still and run away. Someone was in high spirits and opened the gambling market.

"How many minutes will it take? I'll bet he'll be on his knees in ten seconds!"

There is a reason why Liu Changqing's table mate has not been there for a long time, because Liu Changqing's innate temperament is indeed too strong, and the people at the table with her will soon feel that they are small and unbearable, and they are not worthy of sitting with Liu Changqing, who is as beautiful as a fairy.

As a result, a few minutes passed, and Wang Tu held his chin, not fidgeting at all.

"What's going on?" Some people can't figure it out, is Wang Tu a blind man, and he can't see Liu Changqing's beautiful face at all?

Who knew that Wang Tu rubbed his eyes, yawned, and asked Liu Changqing on the side: "It's been so long since I was in class, why hasn't the teacher come yet?"

Liu Changqing sneered, and this smile was really sultry in the middle of a hundred charms, and all the boys widened their eyes and looked at this rare smile.

"This is an art exchange class, it is for the students to communicate with each other on their own, the topic is on the blackboard, except for the time, there is no teacher. Liu Changqing explained with a smile.

Unlike other girls who Wang Tu has ever seen, Liu Changqing is a very indifferent smile, as if everything is not important in her eyes.

It stands to reason that Liu Changqing smiled, but he was flattering, if he were an ordinary person, he would have been ashamed of himself and took the initiative to give up his position to Liu Changqing.

And the king still let out an "oh", holding his chin and falling into thought.

He promised Liu Liancheng that the spirit gathering white jade would be returned to Liu Liancheng on his birthday, but if he returned it this time, his source of spiritual energy would be gone, and he could only absorb it slowly by himself, and the speed was more than dozens of times slower.

That immortal wood could have been made into a spirit gathering magic weapon, but the king disciple made it all into a defensive magic weapon.

Liu Changqing's eyes revealed a curiosity, although she never showed off on her own terms, but the boy who could be so calm and breezy in the face of herself, Wang Tu was indeed the first.

However, Liu Changqing didn't think much about it, although Wang Tu was a little peculiar, it was only some, not enough to arouse her more interest.

Painting has officially begun, and the topic of this class is watercolor ink painting, a kind of painting outlined by a few color embellishments, which is extremely testing the power of the brush and the artistic conception.

If the pen is not enough, the things painted will not be the same, and if the artistic conception is not enough, the effect of watercolor and ink painting will not be able to be painted at all.

Liu Changqing tilted her head, and immediately put down her pen to paint, as if she had been prepared, with a confident look, the brush danced on her slender and slender fingers, and the last ink was closed.

Free and easy, not pretentious!

The boys in the back row applauded in unison, they had no ability to paint at all, they were watching Liu Changqing paint from afar the whole time, they watched the painting form one by one, and immediately admired it so much, how could anyone paint such a perfect painting?

At the end of the painting time, the teacher walked into the classroom and took a look at Liu Changqing's painting as usual, and he was full of praise.

But this time it was a little strange, Liu Changqing's table was actually sitting alone.

"Classmate, what about your drawing?" the teacher's face was a little wrong.

Wang Tu realized that he was calling himself, so he didn't even raise his head, and said calmly: "I don't know how to draw." ”

What are you doing sitting next to Liu Changqing if you can't draw? The teacher still thinks that Wang Tu is a new master of painting, and he is actually a novice who doesn't know anything?

Xiaobai should stand obediently in the back according to the rules and watch others paint and comment.

However, the teacher didn't dwell too much on it, and said to the class: "Stop writing, exchange the drawings with the same table, and then leave comments for each other." ”

He looked at Liu Changqing's paintings first, because Liu Changqing generally did not have the same table, and relied on the teacher's comments, but the teacher's level was probably not as high as Liu Changqing's.

Liu Changqing smiled, moved the painting to the same table in front of the disciple, and said, "Can you help me comment on it." ”

Wang Tu, who had closed his eyes for a long time, opened his eyes, swept them casually, and looked at Liu Changqing with a strange look: "Are you sure you want me to comment?"

Liu Changqing happily replied: "Well, if there are any shortcomings, please Yazheng." ”

"You are painting a general fighting on the battlefield, fighting the enemy in blood, and sweeping the battlefield?"

Everyone could see what Wang Tu said, but no one noticed that his sentence was a question.

"yes. Liu Changqing replied dumbfoundedly.

Wang Tu turned his hand and returned the painting to Liu Changqing, holding his chin as always.

"Cut, I don't know how to comment and pretend, this person is really good at pretending. ”

"Liu Changqing handed him the painting is a waste, even the teacher can't point out any shortcomings, he can see anything. ”

Just when everyone thought that Wang Tu would not comment at all, Wang Tu said something that shocked everyone's eyes.

"Tear it up and repaint it, rubbish it. ”