"Forehead ......"

“......”

"Hmmm......"

“......”

“......”

"Okay. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Han Qi turned his head and began to write his answer sheet, about this art class, the exam.

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As I said, literature is, of course, art.

But no one has ever thought about plagiarism, or preparing the answer sheet in advance.

After all, every exam is basically three, music, art, and literature.

It's not a proposition at all, maybe it's a bit like a thesis.

You do it yourself, and when you're done, hand it in for judgment. It's not the kind of on-the-spot exam paper answers.

Although there is a time limit, you are not required to prepare in advance. There is no limit.

It's even more unnecessary.

Because as I said, the students here either really want to learn things. Either gold-plated.

Bachelor's City no longer needs to use students' grades to maintain the reputation and influence of Bachelor's City's top schools.

So self-deferencing.

Plagiarism? You can do it without taking the test.

Why is it plagiarism?

It's not mandatory.

So no student would be like that.

At this time, the midterm exam officially begins.

The first class was definitely the art class, then the engineering class, the power art class, and then the martial arts class.

While Han Qi was sitting there, Feixian Sugree arrived.

Han Qi was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to say something like he hadn't seen him for a long time.

As a result, when he met the bright gaze of Sugree of Feixian, he didn't continue.

Continued silence.

The inexplicable Han Qi wanted to find a topic, but was repelled by her sparkling gaze.

In the end, it lasted for a while, Han Qi smiled helplessly, and simply turned his head to prepare to do his own answer.

The little short body was hugged by Han Qi and put aside.

Perhaps since Han Qi, the back seats have gradually become empty.

Default for him and her to sit on.

The small short body is also spacious to crawl around and play.

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"Are you going to write an article today?"

Suddenly, Han Qi was startled by a sentence, when Han Qi had just written the title.

Turning his head and grinning, Han Qi looked at Liang Jingjing who looked at her article title with admiration: "I thought this weird atmosphere would last until the end of the exam." I didn't even dare to speak. ”

Flying String Sugree muttered to the title......

Turning her gaze to Han Qi, Feixian Sugree pinned her hair and said softly, "Isn't this kind of atmosphere what you want?"

Han gave up.

Sugree said, "It's best if I don't ask about your departure, you can just don't respond." Or maybe it's a perfunctory gag......"

"What's the gag?"

Han Qi clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Have I said this idiom before, how did you learn it?"

Flying String Sugree looked at him brightly, the corners of her mouth curled up and she turned her head without saying more.

Han Qi touched his nose and nodded with a dry smile: "Okay." ”

After a pause, Han Qi looked at her: "By the way, what talent are you going to show today?"

Sugree didn't hear it, and looked calmly ahead.

Han Qi was helpless: "It's your turn to be silent this time, isn't it?"

Sugree still didn't respond.

Han Qi sighed lightly, put away his smile half-soundingly, and looked at Feixian Sugree: "Actually, I can promise that except for this time, I will always ...... in the future."

Before she finished speaking, Feixian Sugree suddenly trembled, glanced at Han Qi with a strange expression, and sat down silently. Tilt your head away from him.

Han Qi was stunned for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, pulled the corners of his mouth and rubbed his short hair, and began to write.

And then I really threw myself into it.

Although only the beginning was written, Mentor Alec came.

Loudly announced the official start of the art class for this midterm exam.

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"Huh, Han Qi?"

At the end of their respective registrations, they don't take earplugs for music and draw boards for art......

But after the assistant tutor was assigned, Alec suddenly remembered something, and said to Han Qi who was sitting at the back in confusion.

All the classmates, Schneider Agnes, were curious to look back, because they were thinking the same thing. Except for Hughes, who he has known for a long time, and Sugree, who has just known.

"You're ...... this time"

Tutor Alec asked Han Qi, "What are you testing?"

Han Qi took out a pen and paper in his hand and shook it, and said with a smile: "Write an article this time." ”

"Cut~"

"Woo~"

More than 300 students were a little disappointed.

Han Qi smiled and didn't care.

Tutor Alec didn't force it, but just shook his head and said, "You see these classmates." It's a bit disappointing not to hear your instrument or see your paintings. ”

The classmates were all talking.

Alec looked at Han Qi, who saluted with one hand: "But given your musical and artistic attainments, I'm looking forward to seeing how your article goes." ”

Han Qi picked up the earbuds and signaled, put them on and lowered his head and began to continue writing.

That being the case, the exam continues.

Draw and write articles still in place, choose music, and start to go to the front of the line.

Rarely, this time only Sugree chose music alone.

Agnes painting, Schneider and Hughes re-selected the article.

Han Qi, who put on the earbuds, found that this magic product was really not comparable to ordinary earbuds.

I can't even hear my own heartbeat and breathing.

Ultra-silent.

It's even a little scary.

However, Han Qi also thinks this is very good.

Naturally, I started writing and threw myself into it.

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"Totem. ”

That's the title.

That's right...... That's the title.

No matter how Han Qi teased and joked about Tiffany, what he didn't object to was naturally what he approved.

If he used to be just based on his previous life cognition, he took Qinglong, an abandoned dragon from the continent given by God, as his totem.

Now, with Tiffany, with the construction of Dragon City, and with the 200,000 outcasts who built Dragon City at the beginning of their lives, Han Qi, wants to characterize the meaning of the totem.

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"Qinglong. That's the name I chose. But anyone who has seen and heard knows that this is a ...... Abandon the dragon. ”

"Abandon the dragon, just like the foundling. Born from the combination of different races, it will not be a waste of magical vindictiveness. Not only does the abandoning dragon not know all the talents inherited by the Douqi Dragon Clan, but even the most basic flying ...... I can't do it. ”

"It's not that because he's like us, he's a totem. It's not because everyone has the same fate that they place their hearts on it. ”

"He's my totem, and he's not. But he is destined to be the totem of our outcasts. ”

"I once had a dream. There is a dragon in the dream, and it is different from the dragons of Dragon Island. ”

"The golden scales are all over the place, and the five claws are connected. The short can hide the mountain, and the long can be as long as the sea. Clouds and rain, thunder and fire. Soar for nine days, come and go without a trace. The emperor of all beasts, the master of thousands. ”

"Its legend has accompanied a people throughout its history for 5,000 years. Rise and fall together. No matter what hardships they endured, they fell to the deepest valley, and the spirit of the dragon that has been immersed in the hearts of this people for 5,000 years has supported them to stand on top of the world again and again. I never gave up, I never knelt, I never gave in. ”

"They claim to be descendants of the dragon. Descendants of the Dragon. ”

"The green dragon, and the dragon in the dream...... It's a lot like. ”

“......”

"I repeat, my totem, the dragon. and the winged lizard of the dragon island ......"

Han Qi paused, looked around, and crossed out the "winged lizard" with a light cough. I don't know when Xiao Short didn't play around, obediently leaned on Han Qi's arms, looked at Han Qi's words with beautiful eyes, and screamed softly.

Han Qi hugged her tightly and rubbed her hair: "Can you understand?"

The little short body ignored him, reached out to touch the paper, but Han Qi took the little hand and took the pen to write again.

"And the ...... of Dragon Island Dragons are different. I think through my description, I can also get a rough idea of what kind of image this dragon, our totem, is. ”

"What is a totem?"

"Where do you put hope in times of despair?"

"Not really. ”

"The totem is a mirror. ”

"All the qualities that the totem has, the good and the bad, flow in our blood and beat in our hearts. The totem is ourselves, and we are the portrayal and continuation of the totem. ”

"Abandon the Dragon...... It's also a dragon. No matter how useless he is, he can't fly if he doesn't understand magic and fighting spirit, he is still a dragon. ”

"Outcasts...... It's also people. For 10,000 years, we have been called waste and trampled on by thousands of people. With internal strength, with our own language. But I want to say that doesn't matter. ”

"What I want everyone to have most is our totem. ”

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Suddenly touched his arm, Han Qi subconsciously pulled the little short body in his arms: "Don't make trouble." ”

As a result, he was suddenly stunned, the little short body was in his arms, and it was impossible to touch his arm from the outside.

subconsciously took off the earbuds, and found that the little short body yelled at him, obviously wronged her.

"Huh?"

looked at Xiusi, it was he who touched Han Qi.

Seeing Han Qi looking over, Xiusi pointed to the front with a strange expression and signaled to Han Qi.

Han Qi slowly put down the earbuds and looked over, it turned out that it was Feixian Sugree who was about to show off her talent.

Han abandoned for a moment, put down the pen and looked at the little short body.

In the past few exams, only once was I drawing, or outside.

The rest is for him to play instruments and let them take off their earbuds and enjoy them.

Now it's my turn again, it's still Feixian Sugree, how can I not cheer.

However, to Han Qi's surprise and strangeness, the flying string Sugree actually walked in front of the piano without choosing any other instrument.

Obviously, it's time to play the piano.

Surprised because of the piano, weird because of this.

I heard that Ermin told about the fact that Feixian Sugree actually asked him to learn in private, and slowly became very proficient.

And there is a hunch...... Not so good premonition.

――

"Everyone. ”

Sure enough, Flying String Sugree didn't rush to play, but seemed to be out of nowhere, Liang Jingjing glanced at Han Qi's side, and then saluted to all the students.

The students who had been clapping slowly quieted down, including Schneider and Agnes.

Gently pinning her hair, Sugree spoke.

"I saw it today, and I want to play the piano, a new musical instrument invented by Han Qi. ”

All the classmates smiled kindly and waited for her to continue.

Sugree turned around and pressed the keys lightly, making a pleasant sound.

Then he looked at the student politely and said softly: "Since becoming a classmate in the same class as Han Qi, a lot has happened all the way to today......

“......”

“......”

“......”

All the classmates were inexplicable, and subconsciously looked at Han Qi, who was a little stunned. The little short body in his arms had been seen before.

It looked like a four-year-old child, and no one could be sure it was the one who died.

However, no matter how curious the outcast child is whether he is dead or alive, he seems to be invincible, and he will never be able to defeat the attraction of the three beauties of Feixian.

Is it staying with that outcast for too long?

Feel weird today?

What the hell is she going to talk about?