Quickly wear the heartthrob: the host was counterattacked again

I don’t know if I can see her today.

A prophecy.

Until the teacher of the painting class appeared, no one saw the familiar figure of the Ninth Princess again.

The Fifth Princess, who was familiar with the Ninth Princess, also asked the Master about the situation, but the Master only replied with a smile, "The Ninth Princess has already asked for leave from me."

From the teacher's tone, one could easily guess that the old teacher's public execution in the morning and the Ninth Princess's earth-shattering and soul-stirring love story of the two beauties in the imperial examination had probably, perhaps, possibly, spread throughout the Shangshufang.

After all, you can't ask for leave from the Shangshufang whenever you want. Every teacher is a talented person who has amazed everyone, and their temperaments are naturally different. Without a reason that can convince the teachers, or the approval of An Xuchuan, the emperor, it is harder than climbing to the sky to ask for leave.

Now, the old man with a weird temper in front of him would have such a nonchalant and slightly funny expression. If he said that he didn't know what happened in the morning, even someone as simple as Mianmian would not believe it.

Mian Mian, who was regarded as the lowest IQ person in the Shangshufang: "..."

Isn’t it said that Mianmian is the smartest person in the entire Shangshufang because of her intelligence?

A man's mouth is a lie...

An unknown teacher: Listen to my explanation, little cutie (Erkang hand.jpg).

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There is one less student, but the class still has to go on.

The teacher of painting class has always been casual. Generally, a theme is given in each class, and the rest of the time is left for students to express themselves freely. All works are collected in the quarter of an hour before the end of get out of class, and then they are commented on one by one in public.

Come to think of it, the old man in the morning could not have learned this from this guy...

Let’s put aside these distracting thoughts for now.

Today's painting theme is love. After the theme was given, the old man sat down leisurely in the lecture hall, sipping tea and playing chess, feeling very comfortable, with a little boy playing the zither beside him.

The soothing incense is rising, the lingering music of the piano lingers in the air, people compete against each other on the chess board, and sip the tea of ​​leisure. It can be said that they are blatantly slacking off in the open.

Unfortunately, the students did not dare to raise any objections. After all, the old teacher's words were really sharp in the last quarter of an hour.

Although, from their harsh words they can really tell the shortcomings of their own painting skills.

After the theme was given, the Fifth Princess, who was the best painter, began to paint after just a moment's thought. Her smooth movements made the novice Mianmian very envious.

Soon, others also started to write one after another. Even the Thirteenth Princess, who was usually in trouble, had an idea and started to sketch a rough outline.

Seeing Mianmian looking at her with eyes wide open in disbelief, Princess Thirteen said "stupid" with a heavy mouth.

Mianmian looked aggrieved after being called an idiot, and continued to ask for help with pitiful eyes.

Helplessly, Princess Thirteen had to pass the message to Sister Xiaobai from a distance across a corridor.

"Chunmen, Chunmen, have you forgotten our faith?"

After seeing so many excellent works by Chunshui, some of which are illustrated and captioned, I now just paint some love-themed paintings, which are so easy to do.

Hundreds of gigabytes of pictures flashed through the mind of the "well-informed" Princess Thirteen. She spent some time screening out the ones that were a little more presentable, and then chose her favorite characters and settings before she began to write.

Otherwise, judging from her response to the theme of love alone, she was not much slower than the fifth princess who wrote the fastest.

After Princess Thirteen’s reminder, Mianmian finally had some ideas.

But she is not as knowledgeable as her good friend. Including the "A Few Stories about the Favored Concubine and the Three Thousand Beauties in the Harem" which she started reading last night, Mianmian has only read three picture albums.

Previously, Mianmian, a novice in theme painting, could try to avoid drawing people and get by with some simpler and easier-to-draw landscapes, flowers and plants.

But today, she couldn't draw a flower and a grass for the Master and tell him that this was a love that transcended racial and reproductive isolation, right? QAQ.

This is ridiculous and absurd. The teacher will certainly not agree to it. He might even ask her to draw another one after class to make up for it.

In order to avoid wasting energy on drawing more than one picture, Mianmian tried hard to finish it in one go.

After searching in her mind, Mianmian finally found a picture that could be called love.

As for whether her skills as an elementary school student can capture one thousandth of the soul of the original work, it all depends on how much God blesses her!

God, who was under great pressure, said: "..."

I advise you not to go too far.

Half an hour later, the teacher poured himself a cup of new tea, sniffed the fragrance of the tea, and then tapped the table with his fingers.

"The time has come. Please stop writing. Ah Chen, go down and collect all the paintings."

The young servant who was playing the piano beside him stopped plucking the strings and bowed in response.

"Well, let me think about which student I should start commenting on today..."

Hearing this, everyone froze.

Here it comes again, that tingling feeling on my scalp.

You never know which will come first, the Master's plain and sharp words or the blow of reality.

Because they may come together.

——Excerpt from "Thirteen Princesses' Thoughts on Taking Painting Classes for Many Years"

Before Mianmian came to the Shangshufang, Princess Thirteen's painting skills were the worst among all the students, and naturally she had to bear most of the teacher's sharp tongue.

After Mianmian came... this worst student team successfully added a powerful general.

The two sisters shared the pain of being ranked last and second to last in all courses.

Seeing this teacher, who was said to have the most venomous tongue and the sharpest comments among all the teachers in the Shangshufang, flipping through the paintings one by one, Mianmian and Princess Thirteen, two poor students who were usually given "special care", were undoubtedly the most nervous.

It doesn’t matter whether you get scolded early or late, it’s just the order that’s different.

Although, it is shameful to do so, but it is effective. These two cowards still don’t want to be the first to be used as a negative example QAQ.

However, this time the busy God apparently did not hear their prayers.

"Then let's start with Princess Thirteen."

"Snapped--"

Did you hear that?

It's the sound of heartbreak.

Princess Thirteen covered her fragile little heart and sat on the chair precariously, as if she would break if the teacher scolded her again.

Mianmian: “…”

You are exaggerating, sister.

Realizing her best sister's disgust for her behavior, Princess Thirteen took the opportunity to wink at Mianmian: What do you know, sister? Pretending to be pitiful is shameful but it may work... maybe.

Mianmian: “…”

That's right, these two elementary school kids shouldn't look down on each other. Now they have no choice but to act pitiful. Please, teacher, don't scold them too harshly today. The little hearts of the good kids are also very fragile.

The God who was already immune to the two people's wishes once again chose to ignore their prayers.

"And Miss Mianmian, let's try something new today. Let's take out two paintings at the same time and comment on them together."

Mianmian: “…”

Princess Thirteen: “…”

Aren't you polite?