The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Looking for someone else to sponsor is one of the ideas Jiang qianxia has been wandering around in her mind these two days. However, she can only hold it in her heart and prepare herself first for the ignorant and disgusting eyes of the students.

Glancing at Helu and yueren, Jiang qianxia waved to the students as if he were driving chickens, "go and eat your meal. After school starts, the gentlemen will come back and study together!"

"By the way, you are not allowed to block me everywhere before freshmen enter the school. Whoever dares to block me privately will press the application of your class to the end!"

Jiang qianxia, who devotes herself to making cruel remarks, doesn't notice the sudden look of he Lu. It turns out that she and Guli hid on the roof yesterday to avoid students asking for money?

His heart was funny and puzzled. He Lu didn't understand. With his understanding of Jiang qianxia, he knew how terrible her current assets were.

Tens of thousands of Guan is a big sum for others, but it can't hurt her. Why should she ignore her majesty and hide from students everywhere?

Looking at her, she couldn't help but fall on her, moved down a little, and collided with Guli's cold eyes.

Wolf's eyes slightly coagulated, he Lu smiled faintly and turned away as if nothing had happened.

After eating breakfast in the environment of "surrounded by wolves", Jiang qianxia ran away with people.

The sun slowly climbed to the hillside, and Jin mang was shrouded in the wisdom hall. 80% of the students who had returned shuttled back and forth in the Academy. The busy footsteps and leisurely reading sound set off the vitality of the college.

He and Guli shook hand in hand, followed by Helu and Yue people, randomly chose a direction to walk on the main road, and his free hand proudly pointed to the rows of classrooms on both sides.

"As you all know, the main roads of Shihui museum are distributed in a ring. In the center are the library, square and canteen leisure area, and then along the circle, there are their own classrooms and laboratories."

"In addition to the large circular distribution, the college is divided into four parts by two horizontal and vertical central axes. Those of similar types are basically clustered together. Although there is no fixed title, they can be simply divided into art area, academic area, experimental area and martial arts area."

Pointing to the east from a distance, Jiang qianxia took people to the east art area as soon as he turned his foot because it was closest to their current position.

The Art District, as its name implies, is home to almost all the music players, painters, performers and designers. After being picked up by the students themselves, the scenery in this area is also the most beautiful and stylish in the whole Wisdom Collection Hall.

As soon as you enter the art area, you can clearly feel that the students here are full of a free and easy and uninhibited temperament.

It is embodied in "defiance" or more extreme "very narcissistic".

The students holding a drawing board and concentrating on painting in the hospital have very different attitudes towards the passing of Jiang qianxia and his party.

In painting, those who were very unhappy stopped their strokes one after another, and they all wanted to light them.

They didn't even look at the four of them. Their eyes were directly empty and kept waving. Generally, they just like the site. The content of the painting has nothing to do with the scenery. These students should be senior students who have recently come into contact with the concept of abstract painting and have been brainwashed.

Nodding and bowing, he ran to the dark corner that would not affect them. Jiang qianxia couldn't bear to wipe the sweat on his forehead and sighed: "I don't like to come here. The high-level students of painting are not human. Once I offend them, life is worse than death!"

Helu and Yue felt that Jiang qianxia was exaggerating and were preparing to say something. A Yin measuring voice sounded in a more remote corner.

"Dean, it's taboo for you to say so, but don't worry. The painting class also has rules. The spring palace pictures of you and gentlemen are absolutely not allowed to appear..."

Helu and Yue people were stiff together. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a student sitting curled up on the ground and holding the drawing board in the narrow gap behind the house. The white faced student was nervously looking at them and laughing. To his bloodshot eyes, they only felt that their hair stood up inexplicably

Jiang qianxia, who was still very counselled just now, took an arrow step and directly grabbed the student's ear and roared.

"Sleeping trough! How many times have you said, don't stay up late, don't stay up late, look at your eyes, it's just like zombies!"

The gloomy student was carried to his ears and blushed. He became more popular out of thin air. He laughed repeatedly when questioned by Jiang qianxia. He couldn't help but soften his tone and whispered: "Dean, I didn't stay up late on purpose. I drew a picture of gods and ghosts last night. I was fascinated for a moment. When I calmed down, it was already dawn..."

"Ghost map?"

He Lu and Yue people looked at each other in unison, then walked over together and looked at the student's drawing board.

Compared with Da Qian, the mystery of Da Yue and Gu Li is more intense, so the appreciation of paintings such as God ghost map is also stronger.

Both of them left and right at the same time, their eyes fell on the drawing board, and then their pupils contracted violently in an instant. Their bodies were stiff and trembled with a little excitement.

"A masterpiece..."

Yueren used this word to comment hard, and his heart seemed to be scratched by an invisible big hand. He really wanted to say more praise, but any gorgeous praise words were so eclipsed in front of the painting that he couldn't describe it!

The three primary colors of gold, red and black, but through the halo dyeing of different depths and three colors, the whole painting is torn and tightly rubbed together.

The brilliant golden red draws the gods looming from the depths of the glow. There is no fixed image and fuzzy illusory figure, but it shows the holiness and grandeur of the gods, which people can't help worshipping.

Black and red draw a broken boundary. The strong black and red below show the ferocity and tyranny entangled by hell demons incisively and vividly. The ghosts bite and climb up, as if they were about to tear a hole in hell and come to the world with endless evil. Just watching, there is a sense of crisis in which the heart is clenched.

The two kings, who have seen good things and have been edified by countless masterpieces, are shocked by a student's painting.

On the contrary, Jiang qianxia, a "white Ding", was only in a trance for a moment - she knew that the painting was good, and she sincerely felt that it was beautiful and shocking, but what was good about it... Feel free.

After looking more excitedly, Jiang qianxia slapped the student on the back.

"All right! Even if I let you go this time, I'll dare to frighten people next time. Be careful I'll take you to the farming class as a coolie!"

The student's blue and white face suddenly became whiter. He directly closed the drawing board and threw it on his back, leaving a sentence "I'll go to dinner!" If you don't, you'll slip away.

Jiang qianxia raised his eyes triumphantly, and then noticed in amazement that the students who drew in the small yard just now were one-third less. Don't say, a large part of the rest were afraid of escaping

"Gee, the people in the painting class are becoming more and more dishonest. It seems that we have to add more martial arts classes to them!"