Dressed as the school's stepmother, creating a flying tyrant for the whole family

Chapter 47 The boss resolutely got on the public bicycle!

When Ying Siyan walked into the classroom with a face covered with little turtles, even though his expression was extremely bad, he still attracted everyone in the class to look at him curiously.

What happened to Brother Yan recently?
First there was a colorful head, and now there is a little turtle painted on the face.

Is this a future fashion trend?

Although it's funny, it's also very incomprehensible.

But they all showed respect!

After all, the brands under Ying's Group have always been at the forefront of fashion. As the prince of Ying's Group, he naturally represents the cutting-edge fashion.

Can……

Will these really be popular in the future?

Emmm...

If you look closely, it looks pretty good.

At least the little turtle... is cute.

Ying Siyan threw his schoolbag on the table. Leng Ran's resentment quickly spread around him, and his cold eyes swept across the class from the back right of the classroom. The students who were looking at him all turned their heads away consciously.

"Humph."

Ying Siyan snorted, unhappily took out last night's homework from his schoolbag and threw it on the table.

"Brother Yan, morning."

An Chenyu, who was writing furiously, suddenly felt a chill on his back. A chill emanated from someone behind him and the strange atmosphere in the class was obvious——

Brother Yan is here.

But I also received a message: Brother Yan is in a very unhappy mood today.

I don’t know who caused the trouble.

But with Brother Yan here, it feels like their class doesn't need air conditioning.

When Brother Yan is angry, one look is enough to make people calm down quickly.

But when he turned around, he knew——

He is still innocent.

Ying Siyan's handsome and outstanding face, which could make little girls turn around, had several cute little turtles crawling on it at the moment.

The little turtle between his eyebrows was squeezed by his slightly frowned brows, and his clear and lively eyes were full of irritability and impatience. "Don't mess with me" written all over his body!
Even if the person who wanted to laugh again looked at him, he suppressed it.

An Chenyu is no exception.

"Brother Yan, is this your new fashion makeup?"

Although he said he didn't understand, there must be a reason for Brother Yan to dress up like this!

Don’t understand, but respect!
After all, unless Brother Yan draws these cute little turtles on his face, who else can draw them?
Oh no.

Who else dares to draw?
The slender figure popped up in An Chenyu's mind for no apparent reason. His active mouth suddenly seemed to be frozen, and his brain fell into deep thought.

It was painted by someone else. It doesn't seem impossible.

at least
There is indeed such a candidate.

If it was that person, everything would suddenly make sense.

The corners of Ying Siyan's mouth twitched.

He was already accustomed to all the mindless questions this weakling brother could ask.

"Go to the infirmary and get me some alcohol."

Ying Siyan spoke coldly.

"okay!"

An Chenyu waved to another corner of the class, and a boy ran up to him: "Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

"Go to the infirmary and get a bottle of alcohol."

"oh oh!"

Not long after the boy ran out, he came back with a bottle of alcohol, and thoughtfully added a pack of cotton swabs and handed them to An Chenyu.

"Brother Chen, what do you want alcohol for?"

"It's none of your business, go back to your seat."

An Chenyu handed the alcohol to Ying Siyan: "Brother Yan, what do you want the alcohol for?"

The words you just said are for you.

Ying Siyan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took the alcohol and poured it on the paper. He reached across the aisle and picked up the small mirror placed on the table by the girl at the next table. His voice was cold: "Borrow it."

Looking in the mirror, he wiped the little turtle on his face with resentment.

This damn woman! Next time he will definitely draw a hundred turtles on her face, and then drag her to visit the most crowded tourist spots for a few days!

Thinking about it, he angrily took out his English vocabulary book and put it on the table while rubbing the little turtle on his face.

This picture looks so weird.

An Chenyu: "...?" Brother Yan was possessed by a ghost?

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"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-swish-swish-swish-swish-"

Li Zhao was lying in front of a semi-circular table that was half her height, with her elbows on the table and an A4-sized book between her hands.

Holding a pen in his right hand, he was drawing a sketch of jewelry in a notebook, and from time to time he uttered some strange onomatopoeic words.

It seems that this can help her expand her thinking and imagination.

The theme of this jewelry design competition, "Creative Future," is extremely wide-ranging, and the range of creations that contestants can create is also extremely high.

From the past, when Li Zhao was creating and imagining, regardless of whether she had any ideas or not, she would let her mind go and draw various things with the muscle memory of her hands. Some onomatopoeic words coming out of her mouth would help her immerse herself in her own world.

Xiaobai lay on the bookshelf next to him and slept peacefully.

Except for the strange sounds she made and the sound of pen rubbing on paper, no sound in the entire room was blocked by a wall.

She was gradually immersed in her own world, and she didn't notice that the phone she had thrown on the bed and pressed silent made a call. It rang a few times and then hung up.

A minute or two after the call was hung up, another text message came in.

When it comes to creating this kind of thing, the more you create, the better you get.

As she became more excited, the sounds she made became more...

"Oh oh oh--"

"Hoohhoho-"

"Hoo ho ho - wow cool wow cool -"

"..."

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether she was creating...

Or the practice.

Even Xiaobai, who was sleeping peacefully on the bookshelf, was frightened awake by her.

Ma Liu got off the bookshelf and slipped out through the crack in the door.

Now she is still in the stage of exploring topic selection, and what she paints has not yet taken shape.

There is no such thing as inspiration.

It's just a moment.

But at this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Dang-dang-dang! It’s Q&A time! Reward: a piece of colorful rough diamond! ]

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted, and Li Zhao frowned.

She hates people interrupting her when she is creating.

It is very likely that inspiration will be quietly missed during this interruption.

Even the best-tempered person can become impatient.

"Tsk, don't bother, choose B!"

Li Zhao didn't even bother to listen to the title, and directly made a choice to continue his creation.

The system existed in her brain. When she heard her make a choice, she did not continue to read the questions and fell silent.

On the other side, Ying Huaixu, who had cleaned the little turtle on his forehead, came down from the group.

He raised his leg and was about to step onto the Maybach parked at the entrance of the group, but suddenly he felt an inexplicable force that forcefully helped him retract his leg and turned his direction to the side.

"Mr. Ying?"

Seeing him suddenly change direction, Qu Siheng didn't understand, but he followed him respectfully.

The boss, who was wearing a crisp black suit, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said with a cold expression——

Scanned a public bicycle!

Qu Siheng was stunned for a moment, and then tentatively called out: "Mr. Ying?"

Ying Huaixu didn't respond at all. After scanning the QR code, he put away his phone and resolutely——

Astride the bicycle.

(End of this chapter)