Chapter 94: The current boyfriend's kicking of the ex-boyfriend?

...... Guernica was created in the thirties of the twentieth century, and the picture shows the Luftwaffe bombing of the Spanish town of Guernica in 1937...... Innocent people were slaughtered...... You can look at the big screen, the mother is crying in the sky, the child in her arms is dead, the light bulb is strongly illuminated, and the horse's head is deformed and twisted, representing the people in pain...... Semi-abstract cubism, surrealism...... Symbolic image ......"

Moriarty was wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt and light-colored jeans, and at first glance, he appeared to be the same age as the students in the audience.

He stood on the podium and spoke eloquently, with a light, somewhat varied, and emotional voice, which added a unique charm to his words. In addition, he does not look very old, which makes the students feel very friendly and have a common language.

Therefore, even if he is just talking about some ordinary theoretical knowledge, everyone finds it very interesting in his ups and downs and emotional earnestness.

After finally finishing the last paragraph, Moriarty looked around at the students in the classroom, smiled kindly and said, "Okay, that's all for today's lesson, and then it's the homework ......."

Originally, because class was about to end, the students who had just relaxed a little bit immediately let out a sigh in unison.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, but he comforted him with a good temper: "Don't worry, everyone, this homework is very practical......"

He turned around and used the projector to show several more photos.

"Huh? That's Captain America? ”

"Iron Man! And the Hulk! ”

……

The students let out a cry of exclamation.

"That's right, this is the last time the aliens invaded, the superhero New York battle leaked out of the picture." Moriarty whispered, "I know everyone admires superheroes, but I hope you notice something deeper, like ......"

He casually pointed to the innocent civilians in the picture who looked helpless, but he didn't comment too much, just continued to smile and said, "Let's just create a painting with this as the theme, and there is no limit to the form and material." Now, class is over. ”

The students were obviously very interested in the topic proposed by the professor this time, and after hearing the word 'class is over', they happily packed up their things and discussed the topic with each other.

Moriarty looked at the lively group of students, with that amiable smile on his face, and slowly began to pack up his courseware. Occasionally, a few students would come up to him to discuss some of the issues he had raised in the previous lectures, and he looked like a very ordinary, but very popular professor on a college campus.

This 'teacher-student mutual answer' lasted for about three or four minutes, until he was answering the students' questions, and out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the hallway, where I don't know when, a strange man suddenly appeared.

A familiar man wearing sunglasses and a well-made black suit, but leaning against the wall as if no one was around, eating a doughnut, waved his hand when he noticed him looking over.

The corners of Moriarty's lips curled slightly, but soon, he retracted and reappeared that kind smile: "I'm sorry, everyone let me ...... I also have a bit of a personal matter to take care of......"

He smiled and explained to the students: "If you have urgent questions, you can send me an email, and I will answer them tonight." If you're not in a hurry, I'll set aside time for you to discuss the next class. ”

The students immediately dispersed considerately, no longer surrounding him, so as not to bother the 'good-natured' professor.

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Moriarty walked briskly out of the classroom and walked towards the strange-looking man: "Uh...... Excuseme.”

He cautiously greeted the man in sunglasses standing in the hallway, showed a friendly smile, and asked tentatively, "If I'm not mistaken, you're here for me, right?" ”

"Oh, yes, looking for you." Tony took two bites and stuffed the doughnut in his mouth, chewing on it while affirming, "You should know me." ”

"Yes, I know you, of course I know you, Mr. Stark." Moriarty pretended to be excited and said in an exaggerated tone: "You are the famous Iron Man, a superhero ......"

"That's right, it's your ex-boyfriend's current legal partner." Tony was too lazy to act, and unceremoniously punctured the relationship between the two.

He didn't wipe his hands, and directly stretched out the hand that was squeezing the doughnut just now: "Come, man, shake hands, prove that we are all men with great vision." ”

Moriarty's expression froze.

He lowered his head, his eyes looking at the syrup-stained fingers...... After half a sound, he raised his head as if he came back to his senses, showing an embarrassed and embarrassing smile, but he didn't seem to know how to refuse, so he could only helplessly reach over and ask tentatively again: "I really didn't expect Daniel to mention me to you?" ”

"No, no, Daniel never mentions the past tense, I checked it myself, your resume is very easy to check......" Tony replied without any awareness of 'violating others'.

He quickly struck the other party and said, "Actually, Daniel had no idea that you were in the United States, and I didn't plan to sue him." Actually, if it weren't for some special reasons, I wouldn't have remembered you as a person, and he would have forgotten about you a long time ago. ”

Then, he grabbed Moriarty's hand that he wanted to retract in time, shook hands warmly, and shook it up and down vigorously: "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, thank you for suddenly being blind and leaving Daniel to me!" Thank you so much! ”

Moriarty's expression was even more embarrassed, and he looked at his hand that was rubbed with a layer of sticky syrup, and a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, but there was a look of crying and laughing on his face.

He shook his hand uncomfortably, and his tone was already a little unpleasant: "Is there something you are looking for me, Mr. Stark?" ”

"Let's talk as we go!" Tony put his arm on his shoulder very skillfully, and then patted the shoulder, childishly smeared all the remaining syrup on Moriarty's gray T-shirt, ignoring the disgusting expression on the other party's face, and wiped every finger very naturally.

Then, he pointed in one direction: "Hey, man, your studio is here, right?" Come, let's go to your studio. ”

Then, without waiting for the other party's consent, he pulled Moriarty in the direction of the studio that had been investigated a long time ago.

"Wait...... Wait a minute...... Mr. Stark, please let go, I can go by myself......" Moriarty protested helplessly, as he dragged him forward.

But apparently Tony Stark's 'willfulness' and 'doing his own thing' are written in his bones, and a few fluttering words can't shake what he wants to do at all.

Soon, they were standing side by side in front of the studio.

"Keys." Tony said sideways.

“What？” Moriarty asked in surprise.

"Studio key." Tony replied.

“Why？ I mean, why should I give it to you? Moriarty continued to ask in surprise.

Tony took it for granted to use a kind of robber logic to say: "Because although I have no less than ten ways to pry the door open, this is too rude, we are civilized people, so try to be civilized." So, you have to take out the key and open the door. Hurry up, do you still need me to teach this? Did you know, dear? I'm busy saving the world and keeping peace every day, and I need to hurry up because I have limited time. ”

Moriarty looked surprised and incredulous, "Mr. Stark, but this is my studio. ”

"That's right, it's yours." Tony admitted.

"I didn't invite you into my studio."

"Yes, I generally don't accept invitations from third-rate painters who are not famous." Tony replied.

Immediately afterward, he said, in a very philistine tone, "Besides, I'm not interested in art unless it appreciates." That kind of thing, quadrupling a year, can make me a lot of money, is collectible. ”

Moriarty immediately showed an expression of 'artist humiliation': "Then you can leave now, you are not welcome in my studio." ”

"Are you sure?" Tony took off his sunglasses and blinked his big brown eyes.

"Of course." Moriarty affirmed.

“OK。” Tony took out his phone and ordered, "Jarvis, twenty minutes, buy this school building." ”

"Okay, Sir." The ubiquitous artificial intelligence Bin (help) Bin (纣) has (for) etiquette (abuse) answers.

In fact, it didn't take twenty minutes, just about ten minutes.

"Oh yes, this room is mine." Tony turned to Moriarty to show the picture of the property certificate.

Then, in front of the 'studio owner', he kicked open the door: "Tut, it's really in disrepair!" ”

Moriarty looked speechless and stunned outside.

Tony winked defiantly at him and swaggered inside, seeing a room full of 'Daniel'.

On the drawing board, on the floor, on the wall, and on the sketch paper scattered everywhere, there was only one portrait of a person.

Laughing, tearful, and even angry......

Tony picked up a few and looked at them, and commented very curiously: "Tsk, he actually has a time when he is angry like this?" ”

At this time, Moriarty also walked in.

He said coldly, "Please put it down, Mr. Stark, you are so rude. This room may be yours, but the painting belongs to me. ”

"How much?" Tony asked.

"Not for sale."

"I forgot ...... said," Tony said in a nonchalant tone, "When I bought this school building, I donated a little money by the way, and now I am a shareholder of this school, right...... If you don't want to be unemployed......"

"The reality is that it's never perfect. Work and an ex-boyfriend, you have to choose one. ”

He said with a look of 'I'm reasonable', and blinked again, but this time, it was very meaningful.

Moriarty stood there 'in a fit of rage', glaring at Tony viciously.

However, Tony didn't care much and looked away, there were too many people who hated him anyway.

He's already writing checks on his own.

And, he also made a call: "Hi, Pepper...... No, no, I didn't get in trouble...... I just donate money to help my education and do good deeds...... How so? I am such a nice person, my heart is made of gold, warm and charming...... By the way, can you help me find a few people to move my things...... Not much important, I bought some sketches...... Haha, once in a while to cultivate sentiment, art is priceless......"

Five minutes later, a group of people who looked like moving companies appeared at the door of the studio.

Tony waved his arrogant hand: "Move it all away, don't leave a piece of paper...... Neither does toilet paper. ”

Then, he walked busily back and forth in the studio, and commanded: "There, be careful, don't break it, these are all moved to this address...... Come on, boys, let's do your job neatly! By the way, that big portrait on the wall......"

He pointed to the one hanging in the middle of the wall and said, "Well, you move to my office and hang it on the wall." I think I can watch something nice when I work in the future......"

This portrait should be the one that the two Italian art students on the street discussed last time.

Seriously, out of a bunch of sketches, this one is a bit of a standout.

It's delicate and colorful, and even the frame is gilded, and it's the best one to paint.

'Daniel' was dressed in a very ornate wizard's robe, and was probably standing on a stage to speak, his blue eyes seemed to have an incomparably bright light, with an intimate smile that made everyone who saw it involuntarily pour, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and that slightly lively and enthusiastic smile pierced the paper as if in front of him......

"I have to say, it's not bad." Tony didn't have any sentimental comments.

He turned around, stuffed the check he had just written into Moriarty's palm, ignored the other party's resistance, stretched out his arm around his other shoulder, and grinned and threatened: "Look, although you secretly painted my partner and violated the portrait right, I still paid to buy it back." Remember, though, don't do that in the future! You know, this time it's a very reasonable and good-tempered Tony Stark. But if there is a next time, it will probably be Iron Man who is not very reasonable and has a bad temper......"

At this time, thanks to the efforts of professionals (moving), the studio has been completely emptied.

Tony looked around contentedly, smiled at Moriarty, and left a business card: "Next time, if there are other paintings to sell, you can call my assistant, and she will be responsible for assessing the value." However, she has a very high vision, she is not a famous person, and she probably can't look down on ......"

Then he turned and walked out of the studio, his steps light and triumphant, almost like a leopard returning home from a successful hunt.

Moriarty stood alone in the empty studio, his head bowed and seemed to be in a daze.

Occasionally, a few students who don't know what's going on will take a few curious glances inside as they pass by the hallway.

After a long while, he raised his head again, looked at the check in his palm, and couldn't help but burst into a nervous laugh, and even bent down with laughter: "It's funny, it's so funny......"