I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 84 Showdown, I won't pretend
On an autumn afternoon, in the warm sunshine.

Sitting on the folding wooden chair in the small lawn courtyard, chatting with the shy beauty.

Looking back, I can still see Seductress and Qingchun Xueba sitting behind the glass counter, not knowing what to gossip about.

This is a pastime that the gods do not change.

Not to mention what family is going to be a son-in-law.

Jing Xiaoqiang still taught Du Ruolan magic skills: "Two ways, the first is simple, once or twice a day, put a popsicle on one side for ten to twenty minutes, don't directly touch the skin, it will cause frostbite, pad cloth, It will take a week to see results."

Du Ruolan couldn't help but looked down and saw that she could indeed put popsicles.

Jing Xiaoqiang is academic: "Those who work harder are actually healthier. Wrap your chest repeatedly with plastic wrap, jog for 10 minutes, and after sweating, skip rope for 10 minutes. If you persist for three months, the fat can be reduced by half. With push-up exercises, it can improve muscle firmness, and can also eliminate the overflow here, and it will look much better when you wear a camisole or a halter dress in the future."

The big-breasted girl was stunned with her mouth open halfway through the whole process: "How do you know so much, this is not something ordinary people can know?"

It's just the dress, I haven't seen any boys these days.

Jing Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to educate: "Every man who knows everything must be the result of countless ex-girlfriends' teaching, right?"

Du Ruolan immediately tilted his eyes tactically: "Your place is so precocious..."

But her eyes are too beautiful, which means that there is more sighing than contempt, more teasing than sarcasm, and more coquettishness than criticism.

Jing Xiaoqiang laughed loudly.

It's such a comfortable day.

But obviously when he showed extraordinary ability, no one would let him so easily.

In the next professional class, Jing Xiaoqiang originally planned to be seconded again, saying that he would go to the art troupe to rehearse or something, and he had to contact him to report on the development of this project, right?

As a result, he went to the Academic Affairs Office to ask for leave early in the morning, and Aunt Wu from the Academic Affairs Office told him to wait in the classroom first.

Jing Xiaoqiang made an appointment with the audio-visual club to enter the shed today, and the Conservatory of Music also supported several folk music masters.

Suddenly a little scratching his head.

Gui Jianchou aunt kindly told him not to worry.

As a result, he hadn't been seen in the professional classroom for two or three weeks, and the classmates in the stage art class were a little amused.

This seven- or eight-week elementary-level painting course in college is called long-term homework, that is, painting three days a week for two consecutive months or even longer, and some majors can do one work for one semester.

That is to say, after completing a piece of work with such meticulous care, the class will be completely finished and will not be drawn in the classroom.

This is also typical of university education.

So everyone has two or three weeks of pictures, so Jing Xiaoqiang's drawing board shyly hid on the corner of the wall, and now someone must have moved out and put it on the easel for him. Great, what is it like now.

Everyone laughed a little: "Come on, Lao Sun is going to go crazy again when he sees it!"

"In the past two weeks, I saw him swearing and saying that some people did not follow the teaching order. Don't think about his class, Xiaoqiang, you still have to deal with it."

"What are you dealing with, the Academic Affairs Office here has to support Xiaoqiang, and the secondment procedures are clear!"

"What can our dance beauty do in this condolence performance, Xiaoqiang, please give me some ideas, be in a hurry..."

Jing Xiaoqiang still doesn't hurt anyone: "For the freshman year, let's practice the basic skills first. If this activity is really going to continue, wait until the second and third grades to see if we can do activity sets, portable lighting, etc., to improve other professional performances. Level, we were originally playing support..."

Then it stopped abruptly.

Because the sullen classroom teacher has come in.

Everyone hurriedly dispersed, hiding behind their own drawing boards to act like they were busy.

It's really that Jing Xiaoqiang is too conspicuous. In order not to interfere with other people, he chose the painting position on the outermost side by the passage. The young teacher walked in and saw it at a glance, and it was impossible to not bother.

In fact, to change the teacher who is more personal, it is obvious that the academic affairs office and even the popular people in the courtyard, even if they don't hook up, they are just like a fart, and they don't need to be ignored at all.

The teacher has some inexplicable emotions, even if he knows there is nothing he can do, he will vent a few words: "Okay, you can't come if you look down on this class, and you can pretend to be here."

How can Jing Xiaoqiang look down on anyone, he looks down on everyone.

These basic courses are of no interest to him. In fact, the domestic stage art teaching has been derailed for decades. This is too old-fashioned.

But he was polite: "I'm sorry, Mr. Sun, it just happened that some other schools were seconded and delayed. I'll listen to the Academic Affairs Office for this class."

He doesn't care if he fails a course, even if he takes a diploma or not.

Or match it with his generous and burly figure, and say anything casually, it seems full of weight, and it is even more proud to say the same thing.

The young teacher immediately exploded: "Get out! I don't need garbage like you in my class, and I don't need you to spoil a pot of soup with a mouse here, get out!"

While talking, he came to drag Jing Xiaoqiang.

In other words, this 170-jin physique is like casting copper and iron, and it can't move a centimeter when sitting there.

The young teacher was so embarrassed that he tried harder.

The quality of this pullover that Du Ruolan sold at the clothing market stall can be imagined. It was very difficult to stretch, but now it doesn't give a stab in the face at all, and it cracks...

Fortunately, Jing Xiaoqiang is wearing a white sports T base inside, so that the spring light will not leak.

But the whole classroom was still a sensation. Resisting the laughter, she stretched her neck to watch the excitement, and the girls were the most excited.

Jing Xiaoqiang simply felt a little baffled, and he didn't want to come to the classroom to get in the way. Why do you do this?

Reluctantly got up, but when he got up, the teacher who tried so hard to push him away was thrown into the air. It was originally just a torn jacket on the shoulders, and now he completely draped the front and back fabrics!
The whole thing seems to be just a little chubby. This time, I finally showed it in secret, and the round neck white T was so tight.

The classmates laughed in unison.

But the girls are more screaming, and they will appreciate it lustfully.

Jing Xiaoqiang was too lazy to care, and went out directly.

The young teacher was even more mad at this sense of ignorance: "Stop! Don't go!"

Jing Xiaoqiang was speechless: "Calm down, think about it clearly, do you want me to go out or stand here?"

He really doesn't care, and his tone is a bit sarcastic.

The classmates laughed even further.

The male teacher in his thirties was incoherently stimulated by the laughter: "You, you, you..."

Jing Xiaoqiang was afraid that he might have high blood pressure, so he would be in trouble if he had a heart attack: "You calm down, slow down, slow down..."

At this moment, the dean of the classroom door, several deans of the department and the dean of academic affairs walked in together: "The atmosphere of the basic course of stage art is not bad... Hey, Jing Xiaoqiang, are you going to be a mannequin?"

It really shocked several leaders of the leadership department of the college to lean back.

Jing Xiaoqiang was thick-skinned, and immediately crossed his arms and grasped his wrists, twisted his waist sideways, and bent his front legs lightly. This is the standard bodybuilding competition action to stretch his chest sideways: "Yes, yes, I'm posing to see the direction of the muscles, okay?"

The biceps on his side arm almost had the feeling of a girl's thigh, and his chest was clearly raised with a huge plate. The torn jumper was more like a cape hanging over his shoulders.

There is even a bit of sculptural beauty.

The students actually applauded together this time.

Everyone is a young man with vigor and vitality. After experiencing the scene just now, I realized that Jing Xiaoqiang was really generous.

Although the male teacher's face was ugly enough, he didn't dare to make a sound.

The dean came over and patted Jing Xiaoqiang on the shoulder like this, and asked the director of the stage art department: "Is this costume also a requirement in your class? The cost of class is a bit high."

Originally, the makeup major included performance costumes, and the head of the department also laughed: "The atmosphere in the classroom is very good. Jing Xiaoqiang's body shape is for the professional singing of song and dance performances, so that he can resonate with the body cavity like Pavarotti. It's very hard work."

This is also a good person. It is obvious that the dean is looking after Jing Xiaoqiang, and everyone will carry the flower sedan chair.

The dean suddenly realized the curiosity: "It turns out that you really specialize in singing and dancing. No wonder this body type is very rare. Can you show everyone your singing skills?"

The head of the department immediately cheered: "Bel Canto, he specializes in Bel Canto."

Recommended as if he knew the situation well.

This is obviously the last time when the secondment letter from the Conservatory of Music was signed by the head of the department, and Jing Xiaoqiang said nonsense.

He never exercises in the dormitory, let alone his voice.

Now the whole classroom is silent and surprised?
What?You didn't draw a few strokes in your professional dance art, but you came from a singing background, and you created this body shape specifically for singing?
What can Jing Xiaoqiang say, there is only a showdown, I will not pretend.

(End of this chapter)