2001, Brilliance Art School, China

At the entrance of the school, which is wide enough to accommodate three cars side by side, there are all kinds of vehicles parked. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Above the school gate, the strong and powerful Yan Ti Xingshu Long Fei Feng Dance wrote "China Brilliance Art School" a few big characters, which are stone carvings and then filled in black lacquer, I heard that these big characters are a star handwritten by this school, this star is now active in the film industry to play the emperor's professional household, these words are indeed atmospheric, a bit of kingly spirit.

The emperor is acting as a bento, and he is the emperor.

Legend of Jianghu Brilliance Art School has one in a hundred enrollments, and the students are all good-looking, individual, and of good quality.

It's just that a few of the words in it are blackened, and from a distance they look like holes in missing teeth. There is a stone rice exterior wall at the entrance of the school, which is full of dazzling signs

-- National Film and Television Practice Base

- Art Demonstration Star School

-- Provincial level demonstration schools

-- Patriotic education and training institutions for young people

…….

It's like a business card with many titles, so that others don't know which is the key title.

In September, it is the beginning of the school season, and it is the time for new students to enroll, so the car in front of the school gate is busy, a prosperous scene., and all kinds of vehicles block the school gate.

Many handsome men and women got out of the car, wrapped in large bags and small bags, and hugged each other into this art school that is said to be rich in Chinese stars.

A windy red Ferrari came from a distance, and with a sudden brake at the school gate, the car came to a halt.

Handsome men and beauties all stopped to look at this car, the streamlined body, dazzling colors blinded everyone's eyes. There are many nouveau riche in Jiangcheng, and in 2000, the tide word "local tyrant" was not invented, and they were all called nouveau riche, and many of their newborn fathers were among the nouveau riche.

But such a sports car has not appeared in Jiangcheng, and the nouveau riche generally drives Buick and Audi A6. That's why it's particularly eye-catching.

A young man with thick black hair, clear eyes, and a name tag all over his body calmly got out of the car, threw the car key in his hand to another man next to him, and walked forward on his own.

The car quietly drove away.

"Whose boy is on Mo who is so romantic?" Everyone's eyes are focused on this young man, this young man is not a standard handsome guy, there is childishness between his eyebrows, but he has a different aristocratic and generous temperament from the boys in this city.

He came by car, he didn't look like he was 18 years old, but his bearing and action when he got out of the car and threw the car key were as chic and free as the big guys in Hong Kong police movies, and he was very kingly.

Then, he dragged the strap of his backpack into the campus unhurriedly, with no one in his eyes, and his nonchalant and confident appearance was too exciting.

He has the temperament of a teenager and a grown man.

attracted countless girls to be bold or shy to answer cautious snoops.

This person is Zhang Ge, who is looking for his fiancée, Qin Ruolan, in 18-year-old China.

Walking through the school gate, you will see a circular playground covered with gravel, and a row of red brick bungalows next to the bungalows are lined up with three new five-story teaching buildings, which are probably the most modern buildings on the campus.

Zhang Ge looked left and right, and the structural diagram of the campus appeared in his mind. He walked firmly, and without hesitation, he entered the first classroom on the left hand of a school building at the front.

The door number of the classroom reads: Class 1 (3) of the Arts High School.

Many of his classmates, who arrived earlier than him, had already found their seats.

Zhang Ge stood at the door, his eyes slowly scanned everyone in the classroom, Yan thin ring fat, Chinese outstanding spirit, mountain spirit and water show, there are many beautiful and handsome guys, this classroom is more handsome men and beautiful women, several of them will be domestic first-line stars in the future.

But his gaze didn't linger on the faces of those beautiful women.

After passing through the crowd of heads, his gaze was fixed on the face of a tall, lanky woman sitting in the last row.

This girl is thin and tall, with a good figure, but she hides it, just like she just arrived in Shanghai, she already has a beautiful embryo at the age of 17, with beautiful eyebrows, and her mother-in-law Di Qingfeng's appearance is eight points similar, but her beauty is covered by her yellow muscles and pale face.

The face is a little cold and arrogant, but also a little clear.

Zhang Ge relaxed his face like a black boss, smiled warmly at the tall and thin girl, and finally found her.

The 17-year-old goddess and the one he imagined.

There were many people in and out, he still stood there stupidly, ignoring the collision of others with him, and when the girl looked up again, she found that this person was still laughing in her direction, and the girl turned back frequently to see if there was someone behind him who was laughing with him.

She reluctantly bowed her head again.

Zhang Ge stood in the aisle, and many people told him: "Good dogs don't get in the way." His puppy was still looking in one direction with a smile on his face.

It wasn't until someone reminded him that the head teacher was here that he withdrew his gaze, randomly found a seat and sat down, sat in the seat, and still looked back frequently like a nymphomaniac.

The world fell silent, as if some unknown creature had walked into the classroom, but Zhang Ge was immersed in the excitement of meeting the goddess.

He didn't care who came in or what he said, his focus fell on Qin Ruolan, no, she wasn't called Qin Ruolan, in 2001, her name was Lin Yue.

Under the sight of eye contact, Zhang Ge did not see the goddess showing a warm gaze, her eyes revealed a kind of loneliness, and slid past his face.

Apparently they had forgotten him.

As Zhang Ge turned his head frequently, the world continued to be quiet, and a dark and murderous face suddenly appeared in front of his face

"What are you looking at, this classmate?" The cold and hard voice also exuded a murderous aura.

"Uh, didn't see anything! Excuse me, are you-" Zhang Ge took a long time to react.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, you're your instructor," the man shouted, so frightened that everyone present jumped.

"I hate it when I speak, others don't pay attention to me, you, stand up." The instructor's voice was still blowing overhead.

Only then did Zhang Ge see the appearance of the person standing in front of him: a middle-aged uncle, wearing a camouflage uniform, tall and burly, as strong as a steel pillar, looking like an instructor of the special forces, Zhang Ge felt a murderous aura on his face.

Zhang Ge stood up, he was so obedient, not because of the instructor's murderous aura, but because Zhang Ge saw his goddess and was in a very good mood.

"You, go to the playground and run ten laps," the instructor said in an unquestioning tone.

Zhang Ge finally understood the instructor's intentions. China is indeed a big country with a tradition of corporal punishment.

Zhang Ge turned his head to look at the playground covered with sand in the sun, but he didn't move. He was reluctant to repeat the pointless and fast movements in this rudimentary playground.

"Get out!" The instructor stretched out his big hand to grab Zhang Ge's collar, intending to take Zhang Ge out.

Before his hand fell, Zhang Ge raised his hand, then put his hand on the desk, leaped over the two desks, and rushed out of the classroom at once, he stood still in front of the classroom door, and then did not leave.

He stood nonchalantly, his eyes looking at the instructor, and a smile on his lips.

Looks like he's going to have a big fight with the instructor. (To be continued.) )