The atmosphere became a little awkward, with a little solemnity. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Shijing was trying to find a topic, but she was a little aggrieved, biting her lip and blinking, and she didn't know what to say or ask for a while.

Fortunately, I got to the class in two steps, and if this was on a quiet afternoon leafy path, it wouldn't be so silent that I would die of embarrassment......

That's the first girlfriend, Xiao Qian's first time may be gone.

――First time in love, otherwise I thought it was something!

However, she died...... Even if you are a mythical powerhouse who is called omnipotent, there will be things that you can't do.

Song Shijing sat in her seat with a heavy heart and looked at the window.

Mu Qian didn't seem to be touched by the conversation just now, and his appearance of looking down at the book revealed a sense of calmness.

Don't you mind? really......

Song Shijing thought about it, lowered her head and wrote and drew in her notebook, and when the preparatory bell rang in the afternoon, she carefully tore off the piece of paper, and then lowered her head to bypass the barriers and go to Mu Qian's side.

Before Mu Qian could raise his head, Song Shijing threw the note in his hand in front of him in a little panic, and then ran back to his seat at a faster speed.

This guy.

Mu Qian's smile was a little helpless, and he opened the note and looked at it.

'I'm sorry, but your first time is gone, but my first one must be reserved for you!'

And then...... There's also a grimace in the back.

- Song Shijing is talking about her first time in love! Otherwise, she thought it was something!

Uh-huh...... Well?

Mu Qian, as an old priest of the demon world, cough, the big demon king of the demon world, is also a little overwhelmed by this straightforward and hot confession.

But having said that, he was still there for the first time, when was it gone, it has always been that the conditions do not allow, the time and place are favorable, and there is always a lack of one, or there is no atmosphere......

"Ahem," Mu Qian coughed, silently putting away the note.

This is evidence, with Song Shijing's handwriting, I am not afraid of repaying the debt in the future.

But why? In addition to blushing a little, Song Shijing was still able to sit up straight and listen to the teacher's lecture?

Aren't we shy?

Mu Qian subconsciously felt ...... Is this a fraud......

Finally, the art class that everyone is looking forward to, all eyes on, and all people have a sense of expectation for the teachers has arrived!

Last time, because of Mu Qian's leave, Teacher Xiao Ning's class didn't have any appearance rate!

Fortunately this time, Mu Qian was forcibly asked to listen to the class here, and Teacher Xiao Ning told him a thousand times.

Classes are approaching......

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The boys were doped, and they all stared at the front door with red eyes.

"What will Mr. Xiao Ning match today? I feel that no matter what I wear, the teacher is so cute!"

The girls also have an inexplicable excitement, probably because of their love for furry dolls, which has spread to this teacher with a lot of personality.

Soon, even Mu Qian was attracted to attention.

Because there was a wooden poster 'floating' outside the door, a poster of a handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes, blonde hair and blue eyes, very much like the kind of graphic model placed outside the clothing store.

The plank floated into the front door of the classroom, and with two clatters, a head popped out from behind.

The mushroom head, the small round face, and the big eyes...... Teacher Ning Lingge made her debut!

"Hello everyone, this is an art class. ”

The boys blushed with honey, and the girls collectively held their hearts with their hands, all of which felt a little melted.

No, there was a boy and a girl who were not in this melting ranks. Because Mu Qian's impression of this art teacher stayed in the picture of her pinching her waist and teaching people.

And Song Shijing is more of a ...... for this teacher A......

Inexplicable worship.

"Because time is tight, so don't talk nonsense, our art class today is very simple, did you see this model drawing board?" Teacher Xiao Ning pointed to the side with two small hands at the same time, "Everyone do their best to study ink, this is a live-action photographic work, so that everyone can get in touch with the human body proportions of the introductory ......"

Teacher Xiao Ning was still very serious in his lecture, which made Mu Qian nod and bow his head to read the comics.

"Because a student once boasted in front of me, I have to focus on supervising a certain student. ”

Mu Qian felt the gaze cast by Teacher Xiao Ning, and was a little confused...... What the heck?

Isn't it just a drawing, Mu Qian calmly put down the comic book, because he felt that this teacher was likely to attack his collector's edition of the comic book.

Very prescient.

Students have special art class supplies, which are distributed by the school, after all, there is a reason why tuition fees are so expensive.

However, the students took out colored pens, oil pens, pencils, and art knives......

However......

However......

The Demon King put away the books on his desk and took out a stack of white papers, which happened to be spread flat on the table.

These papers are all products with a thin layer of protective film on the back, and they are high-end goods at first glance, anyway, the demon king didn't spend money to buy them......

How it came about, this one requires imagination.

Then, Mu Qian began to pack things out from inside the table.

Pen, ink, inkstone, the pen is a twelve-rod brush, the ink is ink with a faint fragrance, and the inkstone has not yet been opened, and the jade inkstone ...... No matter how you look at it, it's all antique.

Mu Qian looked at these old friends who had accompanied him through his boring time in the early stage of the 1,800 years of the Demon King Palace, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sun is shining, in this bright classroom.

Mu Qian seemed to have entered a transparent glass cover, and the eyes around him couldn't touch him for half a minute.

He was studying the ink, and his eyes were stealing a kind of calmness.

It seems that this boy, who has always been a bit maverick, has finally begun to take the initiative to attract the attention of other classmates this time.

And the boys and girls in the class were trying to lean out and look at him, they were all waiting for someone, and when one person left his seat, they gathered around Mu Qian together......

"What are you doing?"

"That's amazing. ”

"Is it the ancient art of calligraphy and painting?"

A boy lifted his glasses, "Why, I heard a sound accompanied by a guqin and a crane echoing...... It's a picture with its own background music. ”

Teacher Xiao Ning stood on the podium and tilted his head, a little unsure of what to say.

'Does this guy wear makeup, or does he really have two brushes?'

What is more embarrassing is that Mr. Xiao Ning doesn't seem to be able to point out this kind of traditional ink painting, so he said......

Song Shijing took a light breath, plucked up her courage, and suddenly stood up.

She lowered her head and walked to Mu Qian's side in a bit of a panic, and the surrounding classmates were driven, and they all stood up and looked at Mu Qian's table.

Song Shijing said......

I'll help you with the ink.

Mu Qian glanced up at her, chuckled and nodded.

This smile was a little less casual and a little more elegant, which reminded Song Shijing of the phantom of the scholar she saw when she was extremely weak.

Song Shijing should have done this job, and her technique of grinding ink is very old-fashioned, standing at the corner of the front table, holding her right wrist with her left hand, and gently sliding her right hand......

Click.

Some students recorded this scene with their mobile phones.

I always feel that this is a rare picture.