There are too many routines for paranoid male gods

Chapter 580
"Why did you come here?" The tall girl in the last row glanced at her: "It's a good thing the counting hasn't started yet, otherwise you will be dead!"

"I'm out of school temporarily." She quickly explained, but the girl was not interested in listening to her explanation, and turned her head away.

She was deflated, and she wasn't angry. Anyway, since those people saw her getting off the tricycle, they were destined to be isolated, right?Although she really didn't understand why a person born with a low birthrate would suffer from the eyes of those born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

Don't you mean that all people are created equal?Why can't she see this kind of equality?

but……

She glanced at the direction she came from, and the girl who showed her the way was no longer there.She wondered how the other party knew which class she was in. She was in a hurry just now and didn't think about this question at all. She just ran over here after thanking her.

However, that girl was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

"Students, please be quiet." The school leader on the stage began to speak, and she immediately stopped thinking and looked at the school leader intently.

On the other side, Mo Lemon walked back to her team slowly. She glanced at the screen of her phone for the last time, and a text message appeared on it: "Tell the girl at the back door that her class is in the third class at the far east. Two A strawberry tart."

Now, she's done it perfectly.

Oh heh heh...strawberry tart!Still two!

But... who is that girl who can actually make her always indifferent brother notice?Besides, why didn't my brother go and tell her in person?Weird, really weird!

However, she always felt that the girl looked familiar.

The school leaders tirelessly delivered speeches on the stage, and the voices below became louder and louder. The head teachers walked from the front of the line to the line to keep records.Teacher Bei also came down from the front of the line, and she saw at a glance that Han Jinchu, who was not the tallest, was at the end of the line.

"Is that classmate Han Jinchu?" Teacher Bei asked.

She was taken aback. Could it be that Teacher Bei knew she was late?

She quickly stood up straight and replied nervously, "Yes... I am Han Jinchu."

Teacher Bei glanced at her up and down: "In the future, you should go to the front of the line, otherwise the line will appear uneven. Let's forget about it today, everyone has already lined up."

"Yes." She nodded quickly, and she was relieved. It turned out that she didn't notice that she was late, so it's okay.

The opening ceremony finally came to an end in the characteristic voice of the Dean of Academic Affairs.

"Students in the last row will leave first. The first graders go east, and the second and third graders go west." The vice principal presided over the exit order with a microphone on the stage.

Behind her, it seems like someone is staring at her?
Han Jinchu glanced in a certain direction subconsciously, but saw Mo Yichen standing at the front of the line, looking straight ahead of himself without turning his eyes.It's him... How is it possible for him to look at himself?Han Jinchu, are you dreaming again? !

"What are you doing in a daze? Let's go!" Teacher Bei urged, and Han Jinchu quickly came back to his senses and followed the team in front of him.

The opening ceremony is over, which officially heralds the beginning of the new semester.Teachers of various subjects have also switched from self-introduction in class to the formal start of class. Let her spend this semester in such a peaceful manner. By the next semester, she still has no progress with Mo Yichen, and Aunt Feng will probably give up. .

She will also try to find a part-time job to subsidize her family.

After making up her mind, she felt a lot more relaxed.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the teacher in charge of the class had just left on the front foot, and Teacher Bei walked in on the back foot.

"The next two classes are interest classes. You can go to the interest class of your choice now. Each interest class has tools and materials. You just need to go in person, and you don't need to prepare anything."

"Ah! My dance class, here I come!" A girl exclaimed excitedly, and everyone walked out of the classroom in groups.

"You'd better talk less and do more, lest they target you again." Yang Ying said this and left directly.

She didn't even have time to say a word to Yang Ying.

But, since Yang Ying said so, she should have a good impression of her, right?

As long as there is only one person standing by her side, she will feel better... But, there is not even one person.

Sad, she has no right to be sad.

"Hi students, welcome to my interest class. Every single day, another teacher will teach you to draw, and on double days, I will teach you. Since you have chosen the painting class, I hope you can Go in with your heart, I am a student who likes to work hard the most." Sherry, a female painter with long hair, said with a smile, but there was a little alienation in her smile, which seemed a little unapproachable.

"Mr. Sherry! Don't we learn sketching?" Someone raised his hand and asked.

Sherry raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "On yesterday's form, you all ticked the column of "have sketching skills", so I will not teach sketching for the time being. Let's start with color. Do you have any opinions?" ?”

"No..." The classmate who asked the question sat down weakly.

It is said that the personality of the artist is eccentric, and it is true!

"If you don't mind, let's start the class. I will tell you the most basic color matching first."

After one class, Sherry's face became more and more gloomy. She asked several color matching questions one after another, but only a few people remembered them.

At the beginning of the second class, Sherry said on the stage: "It seems that the color should be taken slowly. Let's start sketching first. I hope you can remember more about the color matching after class. You haven't even remembered this yet. It is impossible to learn colors well. Next, you guys paint..."

After two interest classes, everyone complained.

"What kind of teacher is this! So strict! I really never heard that there are homework in interest classes! Besides, there will be a spot check on color matching the day after tomorrow! Oh my god! Don't you know that I have a bad memory?" A girl was full Said irritably.

"Yeah... That teacher Sherry is really too strict! I hope tomorrow's teacher will be better."

Everyone agreed, and there was only one person at the scene who did not follow suit.

"Han Jinchu! You are still painting! Why are you working so hard?" A girl noticed this and said in a strange tone.

Han Jinchu put down her pen, she deeply remembered what Yang Ying said to her, "talk less and do more". She had tried to keep quiet as much as possible, but she didn't expect that trouble would still come to her.

"Sorry... I'm going home first." She put down the pen in the studio, took five sketch papers and walked out of the classroom.

Today's after-school homework for the interest class is to draw five heads. Unlike other people's homes, it is impossible to have statue heads specially used as models in her home, so I can only draw one first, and then take pictures after going home. Zhang Hua continued to paint.

Fortunately, she has almost finished drawing one, otherwise, I really don't know what to do.

In order to prevent those people from catching up, she quickened her pace.

"Ah—" A person suddenly came out from the corner, and she bumped into him unexpectedly.

(End of this chapter)