The vest is still solid today

Du Xu bid farewell to the other students, then turned to Yu Yu and asked, "Going to a restaurant later?"

Yu Yu was looking down at her phone, without raising her head, she said, "No, I'm going home to eat."

His two slender eyebrows were furrowed tighter and tighter. The phone ringer had been turned off, but it was still vibrating non-stop.Du Xu wanted to ask him what was going on, but the words rolled around on the tip of his tongue, and then swallowed back into his stomach.

"Then I'll go home and eat too." As if nothing had happened, he beckoned Yu Yu to go back, and as soon as he turned his head, he secretly took out his phone to mute it, and switched the penguin to the small one.He casually clicked on a group whose news count was rising rapidly, and after reading a few words, he couldn't hold back his "Fuck!", which startled Yu Yu next to him.

"It's okay, I'm just feeling... er, my mother sent me a photo of braised pork." Du Xu excused embarrassingly, "She even gave Teddy next door two dollars."

Yu Yu's brows have not yet been fully stretched, but the smile on the corner of his mouth is from the heart. He teased: "Eat less meat, and if you eat any more, be careful not to turn into human-shaped pork belly and be stewed by your mother."

Du Xu laughed, thankful that he had passed this level.But when he looked down at the news in the group, the fire in his heart lit up again, and he wished he could crawl over the network cable and grab those people out and beat them up.

On the Weibo of "Northern Darkness Youyu", most of the works related to the eighteen bans were dealt with in violation of regulations, only some Qingshui and edgeballs survived, which were obviously reported maliciously.Looking at the little transparent author who was plagiarized, her group of watchdogs, and the trumpet who is suspected to be fine, it’s like New Year’s Eve. Whether you are a fan of conspiracy theories or not, you have the same guess in your heart at this time.

In a colony of penguins with the name "Kun", the administrator who disappeared for most of the day finally came online.

[The world's number one handsome man]: I'll fuck her whole family!Her grandma is too deceptive, if not for the fact that there are not enough of them, Mrs. Beiming would probably be banned today!

As soon as the fans showed up, a group of cute new fans seemed to have found a backbone, they all cried and asked the administrator to ask him to come forward and ask those shameless playwrights on Weibo for an explanation.Yu Yu's head hurt even more, and he also made a fuss in the group.

[Beiming Youyu]: You don't want to scold the author through private messages, do you?

Du Xu was the first to speak to try to prove his innocence.

[The world's number one handsome ratio]: I don't!I'm doing meaningful things this afternoon, how can I have time to scold that idiot? !

Yu Yu laughed, I know you haven't, you haven't touched your phone all afternoon, and I'm not blind.

A few other old fans who were able to hold the field said that they were just communicating in a friendly way, trying to persuade the author to face up to his mistakes, but they were sprayed miserably; while some younger fans responded that "they owe scolding to begin with." It made Du Xu, who is not interested in conspiracy theories, suspect that those little lolitas are fans in black clothes, and went to check their joining time.

Du Xu turned his phone halfway, and glanced furtively at his side, wanting to make sure that Yu Yu didn't see his phone screen, and Yu Yu happened to cover his phone and secretly looked at him, when their eyes met, Immediately, they were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to say, so they exchanged stiff smiles, then lowered their heads and did what they should do.

[The world's number one handsome man]: What should my wife do now?Shall we report them too?Make sure to report them to the title!

[Bei Ming You Yu]: Farewell, forget about blacklisting, don't waste time on mental illness.

[The world's number one handsome ratio]: Then let them go?What if they stare at your Weibo and report in the future?I see an old man in the group said it well, if human flesh comes out and beats up, all monsters and goblins will be honest.

[Northern Darkness Youyu]: Human flesh is technical work, you can do it?

[The world's number one handsome man]: Although I can't do technical work, I can fight!If it doesn't work, I'll ask my brothers to go with them, and I'll teach them a lesson so that they won't even dare to go online!

[Bei Ming You Yu]: Just think about it. It is Yang Yongxin's task to help children with poor brains get rid of Internet addiction. Don't compete with others for jobs.

Yu Yu quit Penguin and blacked out all the mad dogs biting everywhere on Weibo.

Nearly [-] avatars were added to the blacklist one by one. After he finished these, he looked up and found that he followed Du Xu to the downstairs of his house.

Du Xu raised his hand to express his innocence: "I think you are too involved, so I didn't remind you."

"Then I thank you." Yu Yu turned and walked back, walked a few steps and turned back to him and said, "See you tomorrow."

Du Xu smiled and said goodbye to him: "See you tomorrow."

Saying "see you tomorrow" is not polite, but really wants to see you tomorrow.

More and more assignments are announcing that the end of the semester is approaching, and the school's compulsory courses are basically over. The teachers are not in a hurry to start electives, and they are in a state of full review ahead of time, preparing for the academic proficiency test in the spring of next year.

The Chinese teacher strictly grasped poetry and ancient prose, and Du Xu was facing half a page of "The Road to Shu" was so painful that he wanted to hit the wall.

Taking advantage of the Chinese teacher turning around to write on the blackboard, he complained to Yu Yu: "At the same table, why do the poets of the Tang Dynasty feel so good about themselves? Especially Li Bai, it is said that he thinks he has a fairy spirit and disdains to deal with ordinary people. I only want to be friends with He Zhizhang, who calls him "The Immortal", and he just worked for a year and a half, and spent the rest of the 60 years just doing nothing—I really want to know where he got the money from."

Yu Yu satirized him in a low voice: "You are touching your Chinese paper and talking, at least he is still a writer, how about you?"

Du Xu argued, "Do I need to know how to cool a refrigerator when I evaluate it?"

"Then take a look at the author of the next article." Yu Yu looked up at the teacher to confirm that he didn't notice their little tricks before continuing: "I used to think that he wrote 'Reading through thousands of volumes, writing like a god' He was praising others, but after reading the annotations, he realized that he was praising himself."

Du Xu turned a page back, and the two big characters "Du Fu" came into view.Finding a confidant in feeling good about yourself, the friendship of the ancients is really mysterious.

He said with emotion: "No wonder Li Du's CP is so hot."

After the first class in the afternoon, Zhuang He went to the office. When he came back, he walked up to the podium with a dazed expression on his face, and began to alter the morning schedule.

Li Nan just came back from the toilet, passing behind him and poking his head curiously, "Zhuang Zhuang, what did you change? A teacher changed classes temporarily today?"

Zhuang He's face was still full of blankness, "Squad leader, can you believe it? We have an art class today."

"What are you talking about? Art class?" Li Nan suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. He turned his head and asked the art committee member of his class: "Si Jin, you are the art committee member. Have you seen what the art teacher in our school looks like?"

Tian Jinxin shook his head blankly: "No, I met the music teacher at the New Year's Eve party last year."

"It's not just art." Du Xu rushed to the podium, struggling to decipher the crooked handwriting of the school committee, "According to the schedule written by Brother Zhuang, there will be music next... What the hell is this? A computer?"

The tone of his last sentence was a bit high, and the students in the classroom stopped at the same time and looked at the three people on the podium.

"Yes, it's a computer..." Zhuang He took a rag to erase and rewrite his crooked words. Seeing that his hands were shaking and he couldn't hold the pen steadily, Li Nan took the chalk and took on the heavy responsibility of writing the schedule.

Although the No. [-] Middle School is more liberal than other provinces in terms of school ethos, it is also one of the top key high schools in the province no matter how free it is, so that for students other than No. [-] Middle School students with special talents in art, the music teacher and art teacher are definitely the latest novelties on campus. creature.

Three minutes before the start of class, the students in Class Nine sat quietly in their seats, waiting for the English teacher to come in suddenly and say to them, "I can't take the art class, I will substitute for it", shattering their unrealistic fantasies.

When a bearded man appeared at the door, they even thought for a while that the teacher in class nine had changed.

"I'll go, it turns out that No. [-] Middle School really has an art teacher!" Du Xu stretched his neck as if visiting a zoo. Not only did he look like a countryman entering the city, but he also pulled his tablemate to act like a villager.

Yu Yu pushed his hand away and refused to perform with him, "You can still see the legendary music teacher in the next class."

Feng Zhuolin slipped to the first row to give them science education before the class: "It is said that in the next class, we will be lucky enough to see the legendary computer room of the No. [-] High School—not just the computer teacher, but also the computer room! "

Hao Jia was stunned: "Computer room? No. [-] Middle School has an organic room? Is it true?"

Feng Zhuolin sighed: "Before the next class starts, everything is unknown."

The image of the art teacher is in line with their guess for a creature like a "painter". His messy long hair is tied into a small braid behind his head, and the stubble on his chin is thorny.

The slovenly male teacher held a stack of papers and greeted the students in the first row: "Come on, pass these out, I will write the answers on the blackboard later, and you can copy them yourself."

"What is this?" Du Xu took a look: "High school academic proficiency test bracket art? Teacher, is this an exam?"

The art teacher shrugged, "Yes, be careful when copying later, this is the last one recorded in the file - the same will be the case for the music in the next section, don't expect the school to give you cultural students a good art lesson."

"I don't have art and music classes. Is it useful to symbolically ask us to copy the answers all over the paper?" Li Nan resignedly took the papers that Du Xu gave him, and left two for himself and his deskmate. Later pass.

"Of course it's useless, it's just to make your graduation report look good with an A." The art teacher took a paper by himself and began to mark the question numbers and answers on the blackboard, "It's all for the leaders of the Education Bureau to read." , especially the last question, I have to close my eyes and give you full marks no matter what kind of ghosts you draw, otherwise the school leaders will deduct my salary."

Yu Yu glanced at the test papers, most of them were multiple choice and fill in the blank questions, investigating some basic knowledge of art, only the last big question was interesting, which was to paint according to the specified topic.Yu Yu quickly filled up the paper, and deliberately changed the pencil when answering the last question.

The title of the big question, which accounted for less than half of the total score, was "Draw a portrait of your classmate". A boy's silhouette is drawn on it.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Yu Yu had just finished his last stroke. Du Xu came over to see what he was drawing, but he ruthlessly rejected him.

The art teacher asked the students in the last row to collect their papers, and the classroom burst into laughter. Everyone looked at each other, and found that there were a lot of Van Goghs and Picasso in their ninth class.

Gao Qibin took Du Xu's paper away, "Master, stop drawing, the paper is closed."

Du Xu protested angrily: "What are you doing?! I haven't finished painting yet!"

"No matter how you draw, the most you can draw is one lump... Cough, the unknown object becomes two lumps." Gao Qibin didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, so he sandwiched Du Xu's unsightly paper in order not to scare him The art teacher knocked on Yu Yu's desk again, "Have you finished painting yet?"

Yu Yu tried her best to evade the pervasive voyeuristic spirit of his tablemate, and stuffed the paper to the lower floor.

Gao Qibin opened a corner curiously, stared at the portrait on the bottom paper for a few seconds, put the paper back blankly, slapped Du Xu's hand that was trying to steal the test paper, and strode towards the podium.

I shouldn't be rushing to eat dog food.

The author has something to say: Du Xu: Tell me at the same table, who are you painting?

Yu Yu: ...It's not you anyway.

Gao Qibin: Be honest and talk by touching your paper.

【Thank you, Ms. Ming Ruoxi, for the nutrient solution, I love you~】