42 Burn the painting

The walls of the art room are covered with European oil paintings, and the middle of the classroom is full of painting boards, enough to accommodate the next three classes.

Bai Yao walked to the oil picture in the middle and instantly widened his eyes, the oil painting was painted with a little boy naked, blonde hair, amber eyes, and fair skin, just like Xiao Yu at the same table.

Bai Yao had to complain in his heart, a sentence of six, a real flower played by foreigners.

He lowered his head and turned out a match in his satchel, there was only one firewood left in it, Bai Yao did not hesitate to light the firewood, approached the oil painting, and scraped the burning firewood to the oil painting, leaving a charcoal black scorch mark, and flames spread instantly on both sides of the scorch mark.

The surrounding classmates were all attracted by Bai Yao's movements, and after seeing Bai Yao burn the oil painting, the man in the black hat instantly broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and his face was ugly and underestimated, "It's over, the benefactor died like this, and she can't save her if she wants to, but she provokes the adult......"

Xiao Yu appeared behind Bai Yao at some point, looking at this scene incomprehensibly, his eyes were a little moved, and he choked up:

"You're going to die, you know?"

Xiao Yu's eyes drooped, her heart was full of obscurity and complexity, and indescribable emotions came to her heart, why? Why ruined that painting for him?

Bai Yao stuck out his tongue mischievously, "If you don't like it, destroy it." ”

The art teacher in the crowd didn't dare to step forward and say anything accusing Bai Yao, but looked at Xiao Yu with a calm face beside Bai Yao with some fear.

Xiao Yu stepped forward and grabbed Bai Yao's arm and walked out of the door, came to a place where there was no one around, and asked angrily with a calm face, "Why are you so impulsive, do you know how terrible it will be!" ”

Bai Yao shook his head indifferently, "Anyway, it's a death before and after, it's better to do something to make me happy before I die." ”

As he spoke, Bai Yao took out the sharpening knife he saw in the dormitory from his satchel and handed it to Xiao Yu, "Oh, this should be yours, Xiao Ai Yu~"

Ai Yu is Xiao Yu's real name.

Xiao Yu's eyes were moved, and he looked at the sharpening knife in Bai Yao's hand in a daze, this was his favorite woodworking tool, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "It turns out that you know what my name is, and you also entered my bedroom." ”

Looking at Bai Yao's bright smile, those reproachful words came to his mouth but he couldn't say anything, his heart was full of guilt, he knew that Bai Yao would be targeted by that person if he destroyed the oil painting, and tomorrow, Bai Yao would definitely die, and he couldn't protect her.

Bai Yao looked at Xiao Yu and didn't seem to be in a good mood, rubbed his hair, and persuaded, "You don't have to care too much about what I do for you, just take it as the last bit of kindness before a human girl dies." ”

Xiao Yu frowned, his face was full of puzzlement, and he said angrily, "But if you don't do these things, you can survive!" At the very least, I can guarantee that you will survive this newbie quest safely! ”

Bai Yao said helplessly, "Little tablemate, do you still remember the first time we met?" I said that I am not afraid of death, and when I wait for the arrival of 18 years old, I am waiting for death to come. If I want to live, even if you don't come to help me, I have the confidence that I can live, but if I want to die, no matter how much you help me, I still can't stop the thought of dying. ”

Bai Yao's eyes were full of indifference, and after saying these words, his heart was calm, the word "death" was like a commonplace for Bai Yao, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

After all, she was the one who had died twice.