in class.

The English teacher with long hair in a shawl was speaking standard English on it, but Wei Dong was very bored and drowsy.

"I am from China, why do I learn English, hand in blank papers in exams, and show my patriotism. ”

After sitting for a while, Wei Dong took out a notebook, pulled out the cap of the pen, and began to doodle.

Like the G who died in the art building, Wei Dong also likes to paint, but he just likes to have nothing to do and has nothing to do, and he never wants to develop in art.

But I have to say that Wei Dong is also very talented, and he has not undergone any professional training, so he has nothing to do with his own strokes, and he has already drawn to the point where he can make girls scream around.

Wei Dong's eyes kept turning back and forth between the English teacher and the notebook, yes, he drew the English teacher.

Somehow, he had never liked the English teacher very much, but if he had to give him a clear reason, he really couldn't say it.

The English teacher is not pretty, but it is also very attractive, definitely not ugly, and there is a set of lectures, and the English grades of the classes she teaches have improved quickly, and what makes the students even more praised is that the English teacher does not like to assign homework.

Of course, if you don't like it very much, it doesn't mean that she won't arrange it, in fact, if the English teacher really does it, the school won't agree to it, and the so-called dislike can only be compared with other teachers, and the arrangement is relatively less.

But even so, the English teacher won the love of most of the students.

"Why?" the pen brushed the lines on the notebook, and Wei Dong was also thinking about this question, "Why don't I like her so much?"

Because he didn't like it, the English teacher often made the heroine of his graffiti———— or a witch, or a poisonous woman, or an innocent little girl, but either way, they all died miserably.

"Hacking, poisoning, burning, and being killed, these ways of death have all been ······" Wei Dong stopped his pen and tapped lightly on the table, "This time, how are you going to die?"

"Kill by a ghost!"

Somehow, Wei Dong thought of ghosts.

"However, I've never seen a ghost movie, what does a ghost look like······"

Wei Dong was a little distressed.

"No matter, let's draw the heroine first. ”

Wei Dong raised his head again and looked at the English teacher.

And at this moment, as if there was telepathy, the English teacher was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other.

Wei Dong was suddenly embarrassed, and he felt that he had done something bad and was discovered, so he hurriedly turned the page where there was a painting.

"Hee-hee~"

But he was shocked by the scene that the English teacher actually smiled at him!

Not the sinister laugh of "boy, I know what you do", nor the professional laugh of the service staff, but, but, ······

Coquetry!

Wei Dong had such a word in his mind, as if the English teacher knew that he was drawing her, and was more than happy to draw her himself.

Combined with the smile just now, Wei Dong actually made up the English teacher's voice in his mind, "You want to draw me beautifully~".

"She's got a brain pump?"

Wei Dong really didn't understand why the English teacher smiled at him like that.

Sometimes, a woman's sixth sense is very keen, and sometimes, dislike and liking are mutual, the person you hate is often hating you, Wei Dong is sure that the English teacher knows that he doesn't like her, and he is sure that the English teacher doesn't like herself, so why did you laugh just now?

He was so focused on this that he ignored an obvious problem.

This is a classroom, a classroom in progress, if the English teacher shows that abnormal smile, why are so many students, none of them show surprise at this?

After that smile, the English teacher began to lecture normally, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Inexplicable······"

After a pause, Wei Dong began to draw again.

The manga and anime he usually watches are basically Japanese, so his drawings are also in the style of Japanese comics, and when he drew the English teacher, someone praised him, "The drawing is good!"

"Thank you. ”

Wei Dong nodded.

But the next moment, his hand just stopped, raised his head, and looked around.

Although he didn't sit in the last row, he was also in the back, with all boys in front of him, and there were no women at all.

But the voice that praised him just now turned out to be a woman!

Who's talking?

Wei Dong's location is close to the side of the classroom, far from the window on the side of the hallway, and someone passing by outside accidentally sees his painting and compliments him, which may also be able to rule it out.

After looking around him, he was sure that none of the girls had suddenly changed seats to the back, so his eyes fell on the girls in front of him.

There are no girls behind, so they must be the ones who speak, but what did they say, when the voice sounded, it was behind his head, and it was clearly very close to him!

Could it be that someone ran back immediately after complimenting himself?

But who can run that fast?

"Hey!"

Puzzled, Wei Dong touched his arm to the table where he was listening.

"What?"

The eyes of the tablemates were still glued to the blackboard.

"Did you just see any girl running up to me?"

"You're sick!"

"You really don't see that?"

"Grass, who do you think, Jay Chou, will a girl take the initiative to come to you?" The same table turned his head and looked at Wei Dong like a mentally retarded person, "Besides, I really want to find you, no one will be now, is she so anxious that she can't even wait until class ends?"

"Did you hear a girl talking?"

"What to say. ”

"She said I drew well. ”

"Sick!"

At the same table, they looked at the eyes of neuropathy.

"Didn't you hear?"

"I said, what kind of nerves do you have? Who will watch you draw in this class!" said impatiently at the tablemate, "If you don't listen to the class, I'll still listen, don't disturb me!"

"That is, no one praised me just now?" Wei Dong put his cheek on his cheek, "Did I hear it wrong?"

In that pondering meeting, I can only hear it wrong, there is a girl in front of me who ran from the front to praise herself, and then ran back after praising herself, this is just nonsense, is it really an English teacher is a decoration?

Wei Dong began to paint again.

The English teacher is done, and now it's time to draw ghosts, he hasn't drawn ghosts before, so it's slower to draw.

He first drew a woman, intending to transform the woman's image into a female ghost.

He enlarged the woman's eyes, painted blood at the corners of the eyes, and then processed the woman's face, drawing a few scars, so that it looked a little like a female ghost.

However, he looked at it and was still a little dissatisfied, this female ghost didn't look so terrifying.

How do you make it scary?

"Open the corners of her mouth to the back of her head!"

He was reminded.

"That's right!" Wei Dong slapped his thigh, "Why didn't I ······"

Wei Dong's body froze suddenly.

This voice reminding him is the same voice that just praised him for his good drawing!