"Garbage, garbage, you are all garbage," Wilde yelled, tossing a stack of paintings from the podium on the floor, and then slammed the door and walked out of the classroom

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The students in the audience pursed their lips disdainfully, and then began to fight again, and the classroom became chaotic for a while, and some students picked up their paintings in frustration and scribbled unhappily.

A student smiled and said loudly, "Don't think about it, that old thing always says that we, obviously he himself is also a person who has failed several consecutive competitions, I heard that he has won the most potential painter before, what, I think he is a garbage" The people around him laughed after hearing this

After smoking, Wilde returned to the door of the classroom, and when he was about to open the door, he just heard the words of the students, and he retracted the hand that opened the door.

There is still a month to go before the competition, but he still has no clue about the competition works, if he fails this time, he smiled bitterly, he was afraid that he would be reduced to the point where even the students looked down on him, let alone those bitter colleagues, he took out a cigarette and smoked one cigarette after another.

Fan Wu stood in the distance and looked at the decadent Wilde, and thought about the method Bi An said, according to the current situation, it may really be feasible, but what he needs to worry about is that the matter is Bi An's catastrophe.

He thought about the strange old man who had stopped them from renting that day, and he had already checked it, and the old man had just appeared as soon as there were rumors that the house was haunted. These things don't seem to matter, but it's better to be cautious, and leave the matter of the town ghost to Bi An, and he has to check on the old man.

A new classmate came to the art class of No. 4 Middle School, named Bi An, who was always smiling and very optimistic, and within a few days, he blended in with his classmates

Wilde looked at the new student, he looked very familiar, wasn't it the young man who surprised him that day, and he was a naughty student, how could he meet such a student, he walked over and said to Bi An: "There is a competition next month, teachers and students can participate, you are a new classmate I don't know your level, prepare a pair of works and hand it to me after a while"

Bi An nodded, looked at Wilde and replied with a smile: "Teacher, I have already prepared the work"

On the weekend, Wilde was taking a nap in his room, and suddenly he began to dance with his hands outstretched, and his mouth was saying something, and his face was in pain, and he opened his eyes violently, gasping for breath, and he had not dreamed for ten years, all ten years.

He was a little flustered, Wilde had some things that he had never told others, even his parents had not heard of them, he had often dreamed of some strange things since he was a child, he didn't think it at first, and then when he went to school, he was surprised to find that he dreamed that people were wearing the clothes of the Qin Dynasty.

He didn't understand why he dreamed about these things when he didn't study when he was a child, so he began to learn to draw, drawing everything in his dreams, and soon he attracted attention, his works began to win awards, and then he was hired as an art teacher in No. 4 Middle School.

Then I don't know why he slowly stopped dreaming, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't draw his previous creations, and people forgot about him, and today, just today, he began to dream again.

Although the dream was very strange, Wilde touched the sweat on his head, the dream was too real and too terrifying, he dreamed that he was in a terrible place, surrounded by horrible looking jailers who grabbed his tongue with pliers and pulled it out, and as soon as it was broken, he began to wail, and then a new tongue grew, and he continued to be pulled out.

It felt so realistic, he was a little trembling until now, Wilde shook his head, not daring to think back to the dream, he cut his hair, looked up at his watch, it was afternoon, it was time for him to go to class again, to face the group of students and colleagues who looked down on him.

At the same time, Bi An put the painting on Wilde's desk, he shook his sore hand and thought to himself, it was not easy to make this painting in a hurry, but if he did it himself, he would definitely be able to make a good sigh in front of Fan Wu.

Wilde trembled in his office, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing, and on the desk was Nabian's work.

A teacher saw Wilde's appearance and quipped, "What's wrong with Wang Caizi?" What is this, is your entry next month?"

Wilde didn't speak, and the teacher saw the painting and exclaimed, "Huh? Is this your work? Curious subject matter""""Is it? I'll take a look at it too, it's really good, sure enough, Wang Caizi is Wang Caizi"

Wilde pursed his lips and was stunned by the constant presence of teachers, and a teacher pushed him before he reacted.

"Wang Caizi" himself has not heard such words for many years, he recalls the past, and does not want to say that this is the work of his students, not to mention, the painting painted by Bi An is the scene he dreamed of today, and in the face of congratulations, he made a bold decision, he wanted to take this painting for himself.

He calmed down for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Yes, this theme is very novel, so I am very confident in this competition." The crowd congratulated him, and Wilde was intoxicated.

He didn't see it, Bi An was watching all this outside the door, Bi An smiled slightly, and he didn't know where Fan Wu went, the two of them had been together for thousands of years, and the stupid ice cube was still a little unaccustomed to suddenly leaving him, it seemed that he needed to speed up his work.

At the booth of the No. 4 Middle School, there are the works of this competition, the most striking of which is the work of the teacher Wilde, the painting has a strange style, in an eerie space, only one person is tongue-holding, in fact, this is nothing, there is no shortage of people who have created horror paintings over the years.

And the preciousness of this painting is that the painting depicts the painful look of the person vividly, and after looking at it for a long time, it seems that he is the person, which makes people uncomfortable. The painting has no name, but everyone can see that the odds of winning the award are very good in every way.

In the office, Bian looked at Wilde very angrily: "That's obviously my painting!" What the hell is going on! ”

Wilde was a little flustered, and then said calmly: "Some things are not what you think, you think about you as a student, even if you are not famous, it is easy to be brushed off, and I am different, I did this in order to make your work successfully exhibited." ”

Bi An asked hesitantly: "What about me, what should I do" Wilde saw Bi An like this, and his heart was already at ease: "I can say that you assisted me in painting this painting, so you also have a chance to come out, don't worry, I will definitely help you and make you a famous painter"

Bi An's expression was gloomy, and he said for a long time: "Okay" Wilde held back the snickering joy in his heart, this is really a stupid boy, "By the way, can you tell me your creative ideas" Wilde looked at Bi An and said, although he didn't know why Bi An would draw the scene in his dreams, but this didn't matter, his most important concern now was the competition.

Bi An said: "This painting is actually from the folk legend of the Eighteen Hells, and I painted the Hell of Tongue Pulling" Wilde looked at Bi An with a smooth face, and he was a little panicked for some reason, what else did he need to worry about?

Anyway, the painting already belonged to him, and he lowered his head to write the name of the painting on the entry list, while Bi An showed a strange smile the moment he lowered his head.

Fan Wu, it seems that things are much smoother than expected, and he seems to be about to succeed.

At this time, Fan Wu was in a small village, observing the old man who prevented them from renting a house that day.