The art teacher glanced at Zeng Zhi: "You don't know your students?" If you like what your classmates write, frame it for display next semester. ”

  "Huh? It's true? Zeng Zhi couldn't help laughing: "Our class likes Chinese and her grades have always been good, I always thought that she was just good at writing, but I didn't expect to be serious and calligraphy." ”

  "Isn't it? This painting is also painted by her, she is the most serious one in the art specialty class, she has only studied for less than a semester, and she can paint like this, Teacher Zeng, how is her overall grade? If I could, I would like to train her to go to an art school. ”

  Zeng Qingdao: "The overall score is average, mathematics and science are not good, but if she is equal to the subject, her advantages will be revealed, let's talk about it then, not to mention that you have to ask what people think, right?" ”

  "Okay, we'll talk about it then."

  The art teacher thought about it too, and blamed himself for being too anxious, so he put his favorite works in a drawer and locked them.

  During the recess of this day, Zhong Xiaoman had just come out of the toilet, and a boy he didn't know called Zhong Xiaoman to stop.

  "Zhong Xiaoman, wait a minute."

  Zhong Xiaoman turned around and saw a boy who was a little familiar and handed him a letter.

  "Do you know a classmate who likes it?"

  "Hmm." Zhong Xiaoman nodded suspiciously.

  The boy smiled: "That's good, please help me give this to her." ”

  "Oh." Zhong Xiaoman hesitated for a moment but took it, she originally wanted to say that she liked the boy she already liked, and wanted to reject the other party, but after thinking about it, she didn't have the right to reject others for her liking, so she took the letter.

  The boy was pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, thank you." ”

  This glance fell on Ji Hang's eyes, he thought that the other party was sending a love letter to Zhong Xiaoman, and suddenly smiled bitterly in frustration.

  One Li Xujun has made him lose the idea of fighting, and now there is another one.

  Lost and dejected, he returned to his seat, flipped out the only group photo he took on his mobile phone when he went out to play that day, and looked at it again and again.

  After Zhong Xiaoman returned to the classroom, he quietly took the love letter to his liking, "Oh, it should be your suitor who asked me to give it to you." ”

  "Who?"

  "I don't know, I don't know, but it's a little familiar."

  Like to think of something, I asked her, "Like we saw the boy with Qin Hui in the small garden?" ”

  Zhong Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Oh, yes, yes, it should be him." "Because it's night, and there are some flowers and trees in the garden, it's hard to tell that it's the same person.

  Like to smile indifferently and open the letter.

  "I like classmates, my name is Nie Yuan......"

  Nie Yuan? Like the three question marks on the top of the head, how could someone call this name, she continued to look down: I am from the 190 class, maybe you don't know me, but I have known you for a long time, pay attention to you, you are the one who knows how to design school uniforms, can draw, write very well, cute girl, may be a little abrupt, but I still want to say, I like you, I hope you give me a good chance to be good to you, if you are willing to understand me, my phone number is...... You don't have to write me back, just text me. ”

  I like to sneer, it turns out that the big move of the two of them is this! It's really not professional at all, but I know a lot about my own situation, how can I repay them?

  She took out her phone and sent a message to the other party: Hello! Bad fate!

  The other party quickly replied: Did you really reply to me? Great, but my name is Nie Yuan, not a bad fate.

  Words can express a person's joy, but they can't see through the real expression of the person behind it, how disdainful.