He wrote his name on the blackboard.

Words are like people. Juanxiu is like a bamboo.

The voice also fell on the piano like silk, "Hello everyone, I transferred from Hainan University, my name is Fang Wenjin." ”

The girls in the class wanted to cry without tears, in order to show their affection for him.

They all scratched their heads and began to attract shamelessly. They even received all the cosmetics on the table into the table. Then he stared at the god-like boy on the podium.

This type of boy is rare.

When Zhong Yanyan met his eyes, he paused for a few seconds, and then slowly spoke, "Can I sit in the last row?" ”

The whole class was stunned for a moment, and then vaguely felt some strange atmosphere.

"Yes." The head teacher didn't care, so he agreed.

The corners of her mouth twitched.

Although the girls in the class like him, they prefer to knock CP. The weird atmosphere in their eyes probably means that these two people must have a story.

He was slender, strode to the seat beside her, and then stretched out his hand, like a spring breeze, "Hello, we will be at the same table in the future." ”

Zhong Yanyan had a hunch.

Soon, she had to be filled with people on both sides, but it was clear that she was more pure and private.

This is not a good thing.

"Hello, I'm Li Yanyan."

Out of politeness, she took his hand anyway.

Unexpectedly, although it looks quite weak, it has a pair of very warm hands, although they are very slender, they are also powerful.

Even, you can feel the tenderness of his hands.

This reminded her of Fu Yanyan, although he looked tall, his hands were cold all the time.

After the whole class, she was very sleepy, and she was sleepy when she looked at the art book, and when she woke up......

The eyes were full of classmates, and the windows on both sides were full of classmates from other classes, most of whom came with the gesture of looking at celebrities.

Even a little shy came up to talk.

"Hello, can I sign it?"

"You're looking for Fang Wenjin, he doesn't know where he's going, you wait."

Several girls from the outer class were obviously stunned for a while, and then explained, "We don't look for Fang Wenjin, we look for your signature." ”

This time, she was stunned for several minutes.

Then I was a little embarrassed and took a pen and wrote my name.

She didn't expect that she was not a big celebrity, but she also had female fans.

Subsequently, several girls gradually came, asking for autographs, and some even recognized her as a teacher, begging her to teach classical dance......

"Oh, classmate Li Yanyan, why don't you come to the principal's office to sit down when you come to school, I'll greet you."

The principal walked steadily, and then flattered, and took Fang Wenjin with him, which seemed to be two words, flattering.

She didn't bother to bother.

The principal took the initiative, "In the future, as long as you come to school, I will pick you up." Our school finally produced a genius, and I have always loved talent. In the future, you and Fang Wenjin will be at the same table, and you should help each other. ”

Fang Wenjin sat in his seat, and the principal stuffed all the books he needed into the drawer.

Then he looked at the two people with a sly look in his eyes and spit out a few words.

"Both are good seedlings for playing art, and the truth is matched."

Later, after Zhong Wuyan heard the class bell ringing, she began to open the art book in her hand.

From the development of art in various countries, I have seen the new high-scoring works of art academies in recent years. From well-known foreign oil paintings, I saw Chinese calligraphy at auction. The art industry is intricately intertwined, and if the types are subdivided, they are numerous and complex, and the history is long, and the factions are different. I still remember that when I was learning this art, I was forced to memorize all the art genres and painting methods in elementary school, and then I began to slowly get in touch with the painting techniques and techniques, and then took the time to learn my own style every day.

"You're going to a global art competition this year?"

Fang Wenjin's voice was gentle and tinged with a strong smell of sickness, which always made her feel guilty.

"Yes."

"It's amazing, not only dancing and dancing, but also painting."

"It's okay, in fact, the art field is all integrated, as long as one line is learned well, as long as the other lines are learned well, it is not too difficult to go up."

Fang Wenjin's fingers were white and thin, and he gently placed them on the album, "Then can you teach me to draw?" I won't. ”

For the first time, Zhong Wuyan found that his eyes smiled like a little fox, crooked, and looked really smart.

"Wait for next month, I don't have time lately, I'm going to play. However, you can read these books slowly. The lines drawn above are all useful knowledge points. If you really want to learn, lay a good foundation first. ”

"Uh-huh."

He seems quiet and well-behaved.

The class is not serious, but it is not troublesome, it looks a little weak, and it will sleep directly on the table.

Teachers generally don't care, after all, special students are treated specially.

Zhong Wuyan sometimes turned his head after reading a book, and accidentally saw the light falling on his cheeks, hair, and eyelashes...... It's all too clean to speak. The years are quiet. It is even more beautiful than the Qing Dynasty white jade fan I saw before.

His skin is even shiny, beautiful, and delicate. Every place looks like a work of art. When the broken hair falls to the eyelashes and trembles slightly, it is a butterfly fluttering its wings in the spring light.

His slender legs rested on the pole under the table, and he also looked effortless. Few men can be described as quiet and beautiful, and even he is never rude, nor scheming, and his eyes are clear. Sometimes, I am frightened by a sudden sound and break out in a cold sweat on my forehead.

Although Xu Chuyin is also very delicate, he has a black belly and aggressiveness, and he can still see that he is a boy.

And Fang Wenjin's beauty is more pure, completely blurring the handsomeness of gender.

It's hard to imagine, it's incredible.

A teenager who has experienced such a tragic childhood has not grown into a fierce and rebellious appearance, but has become such a soft, quiet, and even calm.

It is a perfect interpretation of the washing of people's body and mind by learning art. People who are good at art will always have some detachment from the world, at least their temperament will not be bad.

After the class bell rang, some classmates secretly took pictures of Fang Wenjin and posted it to the circle of friends and forums.

Fang Wenjin was woken up by the bell, opened her eyes casually and naturally, still a little confused, and then rubbed her arm and continued to blink her eyes.

After seeing that she was still thinking about inspiration, he hesitated a little, but still asked softly.

"Did you eat dinner at school?"

"Okay."

She thought that she should go back to the rental house today, after all, what she was pursuing now was not glory and wealth, but to promote culture and art.

"Well, then I'll bring you food, what do you want to eat?"

He pulled out his meal card from the drawer.

"Everything."

Fang Wenjin smiled without leaving a trace, and as soon as he walked out of the door, a few ruffian students came.

He rubbed his temples, accustomed to a casual way.

"Thank you, classmates, I am not well, you can help bring me two meals. 10,000 per person. ”

Those students couldn't ask for it, in their eyes, it was a difference between them and the young master of the Fang family in front of them. Not to mention them, even if their dad was standing here, he would rush to run errands.