I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Jiang Chacha came to a certain teaching building to pick up things this day.

But for a moment, she forgot which classroom the classmate was talking about, and was a little confused.

In the quiet corridor, almost every classroom looks exactly the same.

She gritted her teeth, and had no choice but to push away every classroom to have a look.

Not this one.

She turned her head, without even thinking about it, she just pushed away from the next classroom.

Because this teaching building is almost abandoned, waiting for the school to find someone to renovate.So many classrooms are used as storage rooms, or even turned into other functions.

After she opened the door, the chatter and laughter in this classroom suddenly stopped as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at her neatly.

The room was full of silence.

Jiang Chacha was a little embarrassed, she showed an embarrassed smile, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I entered the wrong classroom, sorry to bother you..."

She swears that the last time she was so embarrassing was at the grade meeting.

She pressed down on the door and lowered her head just as she was about to close the door again.

Suddenly, she heard a beautiful chuckle from the classroom.

It's like an antique musical instrument emitting notes in a floating light, like the sound of nature, making people put in a dream.

This voice...how is it a little familiar.

Jiang Chacha froze for a moment, then raised her head.

Then she saw the young man Li Li who was gathered in the center like stars holding the moon in the crowd.

His skin is like a white screen window through which light is seeping through, it is almost transparent, and the color of his clothes is also light, like the lightest stroke of a painter's brush, but his facial features are surprisingly beautiful, sick but not demonic, completely Tiancheng, just right.

It turns out that this is a music room, and everyone holds different instruments in their hands.

Jiang Chacha's eyelids twitched when he remembered the words "I'm not done with you" when he said it back then.

Her intuition told her that the situation was not good, so she wanted to flee the scene quickly.

Her movement of pulling the door hastened.

But still couldn't bear someone's dark thoughts, he held his chin there and called her with a smile.

"Vice president."

She forcibly stopped her movement of closing the door with only one centimeter left.

After all, I'm sorry that he came first.

Jiang Chacha still braked to a stop, and when she looked up again, she already had a pleasing smile on her face.

Although I know that the visitor is not good.

But as the saying goes, don't reach out and hit a smiling face. In short, it's right to smile first.

She faced him, showing her standard eight white teeth.

Cheng Hao looked at her, his originally dark eyes deepened and deepened.

He said a few words to the others.

Then Jiang Chacha saw them stand up from their seats and put the instruments back to their original positions, then walked past her and left.

Before leaving, they all frowned and looked at her.

Not long after, there were only the two of them left in the entire music room.

Cheng Hao sat there softly and without bones, not speaking.

Jiang Chacha knew that since he hadn't come to settle accounts with her for so many days, he might be holding back some big tricks in his heart.

If he doesn't speak, she doesn't speak either.He still stood there with a smile on his face, his hands hanging neatly in front of his body, and he stood upright.

The house ticked, only the ancient clock on the wall made a sound.

He kept silent, and Jiang Chacha secretly yawned at him out of boredom.

She finally figured it out.

Anyway, the system doesn't know what big conspiracy is hidden, and it won't punish her, so what is she afraid of these male protagonists doing!

Why can't Buddhists live every day with ease?A certain salted fish girl said so.

He had been sitting there, and Jiang Chacha's waist was sore from standing up, so she secretly rubbed her waist.

At this moment, his light-colored pupils glanced at her lightly, causing her to withdraw her restless hand quickly in fright.

Cheng Hao stared at her for a long while.

"I have something to say to the vice president."

Jiang Chacha nodded, she didn't dare to provoke him.

Cheng Hao adjusted another comfortable sitting position, "Vice President, do you still remember this place?"

here?

Is it related to the original owner?
Jiang Chacha frowned, but she had no memory of the original owner.

She looked around quietly.

This place can be said to be a music room, but... it doesn't seem like it.Because it's kind of like a studio?In the corner is not only a piano, but also several easels, large and small paintbrushes are placed randomly, and paints of various colors are also placed in a mess on the ground.

This made her wonder what kind of classroom it was.

She looked at him without blinking her eyes, and said frankly: "I don't remember."

She saw that the corners of his pretty mouth were slightly curved, drawing a sneering arc, but it seemed... there was a touch of sadness?

He is like a broken leaf on a branch that is about to be blown away by the wind.

Jiang Chacha was stunned, and when she wanted to take a closer look, unfortunately, the boy's expression returned to the same as usual in the next second.

She even wondered if she was wrong just now.

She thought for a while and said, "Can you tell me?"

Cheng Hao tightened his fingers, he squinted his cat's eyes, and glanced at her, only to see her sincere eyes, like the sunny day after the rain.

The atmosphere became cold again.

When she felt that her feet were about to go numb, she saw him walking to the easel in the corner, twirling a paintbrush with his thin white fingers.

His movements of pinching the pen are very beautiful, and his wrist bones are thin. Jiang Chacha suddenly noticed that there was a small red mole on his wrist near the blood vessels.

He looked over again.

His eyes are as beautiful as ever, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are hollow, like a beauty with skins and no core.

Jiang Chacha was shocked by his empty eyes, as if something had bumped into her soul, shaking her internal organs, and it took a while to recover.

She has never been so deeply aware that the boy in front of her has been waiting for redemption.

She suddenly thought of the little boy the size of a thumbnail in the pixel room. He couldn't get out of there no matter how he walked, and he was trapped in that small room all his life.

He was holding a paintbrush, with a faint smile on his face, but anyone could see that his smile was malicious.

"I suddenly want to draw a picture, can you be my model?"

Knowing that he might be trying to tease her.

Jiang Chacha thought for a while, then walked up to him, smiled fearlessly and confidently, "Okay."

She still had such a nice smile.

Cheng Hao looked at her smile expressionlessly, he dipped in the paint, and randomly scribbled on the drawing paper, as if to vent.

This is an abandoned teaching building, almost no one is near here, so this afternoon is very quiet.

If it weren't for the fine dust dancing gently in the sunlight, she might not be aware of the passage of time.

"Maybe you forgot, then I will tell you personally."

Cheng Hao lowered his eyes, looked at her, and daubed on the drawing paper.

"You were here back then, pouring a bucket of water over me from head to toe."

Ginger Chacha's eyelashes trembled.

His brush stopped because of this, and he stared at her quietly, "If the vice president forgot, can I help you remember?"

Jiang Chacha looked at him and gradually understood.

He wanted her to go through what he had gone through.

She was silent for a while, "Yes."

She still smiled so dazzlingly.

Cheng Hao stood up, loosened his hands lazily, and dropped the paintbrush in his hand to the ground.

He turned his head and looked for a clean paintbrush.

Next to it is a bucket specially used to clean brushes, and the water inside is clean at this time.

Cheng Hao dipped the paintbrush in the water, and when he straightened up, those jewel-like beautiful eyes stared at her without fluctuation for a few seconds, and a devilish smile appeared on his face.

He walked up to her, picked up the paintbrush that was wet with water, and dropped it on her body.

Use her body as a drawing paper and paint on it.

Feeling the icy touch on the skin, Jiang Chacha's eyelashes trembled several times again.

Cheng Hao drew from her collarbone all the way to her chest.

"Is it cool?"

She didn't speak.

"Cruel?"

She pursed her lips and just looked at him.

He continued to draw, he didn't seem to know how ambiguous his movements were at this time, his eyes were as calm as the snow in the snow.

The wet paintbrush quickly soaked the white shirt fabric on her chest, exposing the black lace underneath.

"Ginger Chacha, you owe me this."