It's still Ayton Girls' High School.

Zhao Bai'an was in an unknown classroom, and it looked like a certain studio. There was a faint but slightly pungent smell of turpentine in the air, a spot of oil paint on the floor, and paintings of various styles hung on the walls.

Looks like this might be one of the classrooms for Ayton's painting students.

Hanging in the middle of the field of view is a painting that is several circles larger than the others. The picture is divided into two halves, heaven and hell. Red fills the entire picture, almost occupying Zhao Bai'an's field of vision, and he can't tell whether it is a raging flame or a canvas full of blood.

In the upper part, the angel with broken wings dragged his tired legs along the thorny path, and his feathers were no longer white, and the ashes fell abruptly. The angel's head was as low as the tips of its wings, and the halo above it was still there, but it had long since become dim, and there were even small cracks on it.

The angel's feet and even calves were drenched in blood from thorns, and brown blood stains remained at the base of the white calves, and the bright red blood seeped into the soil. All the way to ...... Go to hell.

Tick-tock, the demons of hell waved their mighty black wings and took the blood of the angels in a goblet and tasted it like wine.

At the bottom of the painting, a large cauldron is boiling human beings. Countless men and women opened their mouths in the boiling water, their arms raised upward. I want to go up as much as possible and get out of this sea of suffering.

The red color that filled the whole painting constantly stimulated Zhao Bai'an's nerves, and she was almost devoured by it. In some moments, she seemed to see the angel in the painting begin to move forward with difficulty, hearing the terrible howls of the people and feeling the wind from the wings of the demons.

It was a magical painting, and Zhao Baian stared at it, staring at it, unable to take his eyes off it.

"Hey, you heard that there is no ......" The sudden low voice made Zhao Bai'an clever, and he came out of the painting.

When I turned around, I found that it was two girls who walked into the classroom with a drawing board and were talking to each other. Zhao Bai'an tried to dodge, but found that they didn't seem to see her at all, and it seemed that she was still a bystander.

"What?" The other girl leaned her head up.

"That's right," the girl's voice became lower, "it's that Si Li..."

The girl stopped talking, making an unspeakable expression.

"I heard that she and Teacher Fang ......"

"Oops? What's up! The girl who listened urged.

"I heard...... She has a leg with Teacher Fang. The girl gave an ambiguous look.

"What? Teacher Fang? Teacher Fang Zhihua! The girl cried out in shock.

"Shhhh Hush... It's too loud! ”

"Fake, right? That Si Li is super weird. Usually ignore people.,It doesn't seem like people get close.,It's always gloomy and compassionate.。 ”

"yes, but I've heard it too. But don't you think it's super weird? What she painted is super similar to the teacher's style, eh? ”

"Yes, yes, it's really strange, it seems that she can't draw so well, and Teacher Fang is talented and so handsome, how can she fall in love with her!"

Zhao Bai'an suddenly thought of something when he heard this, and bent down to look at the lower right corner of the painting of Heaven and Hell, and sure enough, there was a small name tag - Si Li.

Three or two more girls walked into the classroom one after another. Originally, the two girls wanted to continue to say something, but someone stopped talking about it when someone came.

"Shhhh Don't tell anyone about it, you're my best friend, so I told you. ”

"Understood." The other girl blinked and said with her lips to the girl who had spoken at first, "Secret, secret." ”

The bell rings - the long-haired girl and the teacher who had seen it in the playground before entered the classroom on their front and back feet.

The girl lowered her head and held the drawing board in her arms, and quickly walked to her seat.

"Eh!" When passing by the two girls, one of them poked each other with his finger and looked at Si Li with a playful smile, "I really can't think of it?" She and Teacher Fang, is it really fake? ”

"Good! Students, let's cheer up! The teacher clapped his hands in front of the podium to attract everyone's attention.

This should be the teacher Fang that the two girls were talking about, the first man Zhao Bai'an has seen in this school so far. It seems that there is no requirement that all girls have teachers in high schools where teachers must also be women.

Anyway, as a bystander, it becomes quite easy to change perspectives, zoom in and retreat.

Teacher Fang also looked to be in his early twenties and less than thirty. The angular, thin face with black-rimmed glasses on top of his thin face made him look a little younger. The jet-black and dense hair is mosse and a little shiny at a certain angle. Crisp suit pants, shirts, ties, and a faint refreshing cologne fragrance seems to be on the side.

No wonder the two girls reacted that way. In this school full of girls, Teacher Fang may have become the male god in the hearts of many girls.

All the students in the classroom listened attentively to what Teacher Fang was saying. Only Sly sat alone in the corner, still with her head down, holding the sketchpad she had held when she first entered the door. The arm trembled slightly, and the knuckles of the fingers turned white from too much force.

I don't know what she's nervous about. Or, what are you afraid of?

Zhao Bai'an bent down, about the same height as Si Li who was sitting. Zhao Bai'an didn't dare to make contact with Si Li, she only knew that as a bystander, she was now almost equal to air in the eyes of everyone. But she doesn't guarantee how she'll react if she talks to her or meets her.

Hopefully nothing will happen.

Em ...... The paintings that Si Li held in her arms seemed to be incomplete because they were covered, so they couldn't see the whole picture. But what is puzzling is that I don't know why it seems to have been scribbled on it, and it looks like a discarded manuscript.

Em, Zhao Bai'an came closer. Maybe that's what the sketch looks like, but it feels like it's the latest layer. It's really strange.,Even if the painting is not good, there is no need to treat the painting like this.,Let alone a genius girl painter.。

"Okay, that's it for this lesson. Today, I mainly talked about a lot of theoretical knowledge, please absorb it after class, and strive to apply it in the creation of the next work. ”

In a flash, the class is already over.

"Si Li, you come with me." After Teacher Fang packed up the teaching supplies, she named Si Li.

Si Li silently stood up from her chair, still holding the painting in her arms, and walked to the door of the classroom with her head down.

Zhao Bai'an also immediately followed, and when he passed by the rows of seats in front of him, he heard a few more laughs, not only those two girls, but more girls.

Zhao Bai'an couldn't help but feel a nameless anger in his heart, and glared back fiercely, but unfortunately no one paid attention to it, so it was naturally ineffective.