TMISIU- chapter 21

After Wei Ying was done with the four paintings, he managed to get a pay of 1,200 yuan, and one of the boys gave him an extra 200 tip because he was satisfied.

If Wei Zhuliu came to him again, he planned to give the money to Wei Zhuliu.

Wei Ying couldn’t help thinking that this way of making money was actually pretty good.

Art students who study fine arts were basically not bad for money. If there was an emergency in the future, he could take some emergency orders.

After the National Day holiday was over, the last trace of summer heat was also blown away by the autumn breeze that arrived on schedule.

Wei Ying and Nei Huaisang finished eating in the cafeteria at noon and rushed to class.

Nei Huaisang was going to play basketball, but when he glanced at the weather software on his phone, he gave up: “The weather forecast says there will be rain at noon, and it will soon fall. “

Wei Ying looked up at the sky, and the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky were dark and heavy that it could splash water with a light twist.

The two rushed to the classroom before it rained, but were stopped by Guo Cheng who had rushed over as soon as they reached the first floor of the teaching building.

Guo Cheng was anxious and looked embarrassed, he knelt down on the spot for Wei Ying: “Ying ge! I can’t help you! Teacher Hu saw that the paintings were painted by one person. We didn’t hold back and confessed that it was you. We were yelled at all morning, but she let you pass for now…”

The more he talked, the lower his voice. He watched Wei Ying’s expression carefully, but Wei Ying was not even panicked at all.

Instead, he frowned and muttered to himself: “Actually can see it?”

When he was still thinking about his painting, Guo Cheng was already sweating profusely.

Nei Huaisang didn’t know about Wei Ying helping art students with their homework, but everyone knew about the prestigious name of art teacher Hu Ting in Gusu High School.

This female devil had set a record of yelling at students for three hours without gasping.

“Ying ge, you are too miserable. It’s already not good to offend anyone, but you offend Hu Ting.” Nei Huaisang patted Wei Ying’s shoulder helplessly, his eyes were tragic and solemn, and his tone of voice was painful.

“Okay, I’ll go there.” Wei Ying didn’t care. He and his principal had a battle of wits and bravery for three years in middle school. He was not afraid.

The chilly wind was howling and the Yi River was cold.

Under Nei Huaisang’s eyes, he went to the office building of the Department of Art with Guo Cheng.

When people were on the first floor, they would be able to hear a high-pitched soprano on the third floor, and when they reached the third floor, the eardrum issued a first-level warning.

Wei Ying had just stepped into one foot when the roar came down over his head:

“Get over there!”

On the balcony of the office stood the four brothers who asked him to paint.

One person was facing a flowerpot, and their head was hanging down like a bottle gourd.

As soon as Guo Cheng entered the office, he arched his waist and consciously stood in front of the fifth flower pot.

Wei Ying smiled at the angry Hu Ting, who was sticking her waist in the air, and greeted, “Hello, teacher!”

Then slowly walked to the sixth pot. Looking down, there was a cactus in the pot.

Hu Ting was startled. This “gunner” was obviously a habitual offender.

She sneered angrily, and stopped scolding the five art students. She pointed to Wei Ying and began to unilaterally output sound waves:

“You’re Wei Ying in the first grade of high school, right? You can see everything after you live a long time. It’s the first time I saw a Class 1 student being an art class gunman. Is it because of too little homework or your hands are too itchy?”

“You really thought I was blind and couldn’t tell it was not painted by them? When I was holding the exhibition, you were not even a fertilized egg, you thought you could hide it from me?“

“Are you curious how I could tell? Let me tell you, painting is just like writing, the same person’s handwriting can be recognized no matter how disguised it is. Some characters can’t be changed in this life if they are used to writing, and painting is the same! You want to play tricks in front of me even with your little weight?!”

“You can draw them for a while, but are you going to sit for their art test?! Are you responsible for helping them in the Academy of Fine Arts?!”

“I think I’m going to call Shen Xiao Hai and ask questions. A student from the top class actually went to the art class to do business, so I will teach you a good job for him….”

Wei Ying kept his head down from beginning to end, and sometimes nodded in agreement, positively acknowledging his mistakes.

But it was actually in one ear and out the other.

The long-stored rain in the sky threw down desperately as if it was trying to set off the environment.

The sound of the rain banged on the balcony railing noisily and densely, and the cactus in front of him was completely wet.

He was thinking about how to go back without an umbrella and so on…

After Hu Ting roared for a while, she saw Wei Ying staring at the cactus in a daze, and suddenly became so angry that she raised a few scales and shouted:

“I think it is not enough to find the class teacher. I must find your parents. The son does not study well at school and does tricks every day. Do you have no father or no mother, relying on being a gunner to make money at the school? Don’t know which game is topped up using parents’ money, I think you lack family education!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Wei Ying, who had been hanging his head, suddenly looked up to her.

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth before he said, “Sorry, I really don’t have family education.”

Hu Ting was startled.

The white and beautiful boy turned against the dark sky outside the balcony, with a pair of moist eyes pressed with a thick gloom, like the cactus in front of him, with thorns all over his body.

Her heart couldn’t help but shrink, but the anger of being talked back quickly overwhelmed everything.

She was about to continue shouting at Wei Ying when three knocks on the door suddenly came from outside.

Hu Ting paused and said loudly: “Come in.”

The door was opened, and a tall and handsome boy walked in with a black umbrella dripping with water droplets.

The office was dimly lit with no lights on, Hu Ting couldn’t see the person clearly for a while, and asked impatiently: “What are you here for?”

The boy put the umbrella by the door, going to the balcony, looking at the person standing in front of the cactus in the sixth pot, his tone was indifferent: “Take him back.”

Hu Ting took a closer look using the light outside. The person who came in turned out to be Lan Zhan.

Although she only taught art students, it was impossible for her not to know Lan Zhan. In addition to his grades, there was also a profound relationship between the Lan family and Gusu High School.

Let’s just talk about Yuxi Building, it was named after Lan Fengyu and Lan Xichen, the two sons of the old CM Lan Qiren.

Lan Zhan was the donor of Yuxi Building and the only son of Lan Xichen, chairman of Lanxi Group. And her husband worked in the Lanxi Group.

Hu Ting’s face immediately calmed down, and even a smile appeared, asking politely: “Who are you picking up?”

This was obviously a meaningless question, because Wei Ying had already jumped in front of Lan Zhan.

Where was the gloom on his face before? Looking at Lan Zhan’s eyes, they were as bright as thousands of stars.

In fact, Wei Ying didn’t jump, Hu Ting just felt that Wei Ying’s excitement was like a kindergarten kid who saw his parents come to pick him up going home.

Yes, seeing the parents.

Hu Ting suddenly remembered and was just about to say something to Wei Ying when Lan Zhan looked at her and asked, “Teacher, can I take him away?”

This was obviously a question, but the tone didn’t sound like a question even the slightest.

Guo Cheng and the other five art students who were still continuing to stand in punishment suddenly cast jealous and envious glances at Wei Ying.

Hu Ting was stunned.

In fact, she didn’t intend to let Wei Ying go easily, but she didn’t want to offend the Young Master Lan who had a deep background and she also did not want to lose face in front of her students, so she said to Wei Ying with a stern face:

“You can go back, but you must admit the mistake and apologize for your actions.”

Wei Ying lowered his head and whispered: “Teacher, I’m sorry.”

Hu Ting’s complexion was slightly awkward.

After Lan Zhan came in, this brat was very obedient and did not talk back again.

She planned to let Wei Ying go, but heard Lan Zhan slowly say: “Since Wei Ying has already apologized to you, should you also apologize to him for what you just said?”

The whole office was suddenly silent.

Hu Ting’s complexion stiffened and heard Lan Zhan continue to say: “Whether it’s the boss to the subordinates or the teacher to the students, you should not slander a person saying they do not have family education at will, should you?”

He paused, looking at Hu Ting, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: “What’s more, how much do you know about him?”

Lan Zhan’s eyes were calm, but Hu Ting clearly felt the oppression in his eyes.

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan, his eyelashes trembling a few times.

Hu Ting was speechless, and her face was blue and red. She had never apologized to students after teaching here for so many years.

But Lan Zhan was obviously going to protect his shortcomings to the end.

Hu Ting couldn’t help but wonder whether this student named Wei Ying had anything to do with the Lan family.

If so, she really couldn’t afford to offend him.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that to you just now.” Hu Ting apologized to Wei Ying at last.

The tone had changed and she also complimented a few words, “But I think you are very talented in painting. There is absolutely no problem with being admitted to the best art academy in the country under systematic training. Would you like to transfer from the first class to our art class?”

Lan Zhan frowned and interrupted: “No need.”

Then raised his hand to look at the time, and said coldly, “Teacher, do you have something else?”

Hu Ting noticed Lan Zhan’s obvious displeasure and impatience, so she said hurriedly: “It’s okay, it’s okay, you go back first.”

She watched Lan Zhan take the umbrella and walk out of the office with Wei Ying.

Suddenly, she remembered that her husband had told her that he had met Young Master Lan at the company, and it was almost as if he was carved out of the same mold as their taciturn but fearless chairman.

As soon as Wei Ying left the office, he couldn’t help but smile and asked Lan Zhan: “Why are you here? Did Nei Huaisang tell you?”

When he saw Lan Zhan come to the office at that time, he almost thought he had hallucinations.

He never expected Lan Zhan would walk so far in the rain to lead him back.

This kind of surprise and happiness that made the whole world glow and shine was something Wei Ying hadn’t experienced in a long time, so much that it was nothing to be criticized by Hu Ting for a long time.

But Lan Zhan ignored him. With a stern face, he walked downstairs without saying a word, walking quickly.

Wei Ying quickly followed and found that Lan Zhan seemed to be angry again.

Thinking that he was causing Lan Zhan troubles, he pursed his lips and said carefully, “I’m sorry, It’s hard for you to run so far.”

But Lan Zhan still ignored him, so he had to follow Lan Zhan to the first floor of the office building nervously.

Wei Ying thought, Lan Zhan only had one umbrella. He looked around in the lobby on the first floor, hoping to find a public umbrella.

Outside the door, the rain was dense and woven, and Lan Zhan stood at the door, holding the black umbrella in his hand and held it above his head.

Looking at Wei Ying, he said with a frown, “Come here.”

Wei Ying was startled. Did Lan Zhan mean to share an umbrella with him? But the rain was so heavy, both of them would get wet.

But in the next second, Wei Ying’s arm was held by one hand, and he was pulled under the black umbrella.

As he approached suddenly, he seemed to smell a very refreshing scent. He didn’t know if it was Lan Zhan’s body or the smell of grass in the rain.

His heart missed a beat.

Following Lan Zhan in panic, they walked into the majestic autumn rain together under an umbrella.

The water vapor and the sound of rain in all directions immediately wrapped them in a small space.

The rain came intensively on the bluestone road, splashing white steam on the ground.

Wei Ying lowered his head and walked very lightly, for fear that the water from the shoes would splash on Lan Zhan’s legs.

After walking around for a while, he heard Lan Zhan finally speak, asking him in a deep voice, “Do you like painting for others so much?”

Wei Ying was taken aback. Some did not understand what Lan Zhan meant, but he was clearly aware of Lan Zhan’s displeasure when he asked these words.

He thought for a while and said tentatively: “I like painting very much, but I paint them not because I like it, but to make money. I can earn 300 yuan per painting.”

Lan Zhan was silent for a moment and asked, “Didn’t the school give you a scholarship? Not enough?”

Wei Ying was surprised. He didn’t expect Lan Zhan to even know this.

He hesitated for a while and said, “It’s actually enough. Maybe I spent too much money. You see, I also bought a mobile phone. I didn’t even think about it when I was in Yanping County.”

“No matter what, don’t help people paint in the future. Raising your grades is the most important thing for you now.”

Wei Ying heard from Lan Zhan’s tone that there was no room for discussion, but he was a little embarrassed.

After a pause, Wei Ying said, “Can’t I paint even after the holiday? Painting is the only way I can make money at the moment. How else can I feed myself?”

He turned his head to look at Lan Zhan, and couldn’t help but joke: “Are you going to raise me?”

After speaking, he regretted it so much that he wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

But Lan Zhan suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned slightly under the umbrella and looked at him with downcast eyes.

Wei Ying had to stop too, looking at Lan Zhan’s eyes, slightly startled. He had never seen Lan Zhan’s gaze like this.

Perhaps because of the wind and rain, the whole world was filled with rich water vapor.

Lan Zhan’s always indifferent gaze seemed hazy and not real. It was as if… as if Lan Zhan would promise him that…

The rain hit the umbrella hard, like his heartbeat suddenly beating noisily.

Wei Ying pinched his finger and drove away the absurd idea.

He smiled and said, “I’m kidding! I will make a lot of money on my own in the future.” He blinked, “The kind that is rich enough to invite you to dinner every day!”

He also wanted to be like everyone else; concentrating on studying without burden, going on a trip with friends during the vacation, taking pictures of beautiful scenery along the way, and sharing and liked each other’s Moments.

But his life was destined to be harder than others. But he didn’t want Lan Zhan to know.

Lan Zhan was silent for a while, then raised his foot and walked to the teaching building again, explaining: “I’m not stopping you from painting, I mean, your painting shouldn’t be sold for hundreds of yuan to people who don’t cherish it. It should have a higher value and be appreciated by more people.”

He looked at Wei Ying and asked, “Can you understand this?”

Wei Ying was stunned for a few seconds, but after realizing it, his ears started to get hot.

He didn’t expect Lan Zhan to have such high expectations for his paintings, it made him a little flattered and a little confused.

For him, it was already good to earn hundreds of yuan by painting.

In Lotus Pillar Bay, the villagers might only earn a few thousand after a whole year of hard farming. Could his paintings have such high value? Would they be appreciated by so many people?

Wei Ying didn’t believe Lan Zhan’s words at the time, but he still nodded and said, “I know, I won’t help them paint in the future.”

After that, Lan Zhan’s expression really improved a lot, Wei Ying relaxed and began to talk about other things. “Is the midterm exam in early November?”

“Yes, so you’re on a tight schedule.”

Wei Ying found that Lan Zhan seemed to be a little anxious about his grades, but he was also anxious:

“I have done all the papers that Teacher Shen gave me before. After I checked the papers, I found that there were still a lot of wrong answers. What if I didn’t get into the top fifty midterm exams?”

Lan Zhan frowned, his voice darkened: “Study hard, there is still more than half a month left.”

Listening to Lan Zhan’s words, Wei Ying seemed to feel quite settled, and then he started to get into it again:

“Then if I get into the top 50, can you give me a reward?”

When he was young, when his classmates advanced two or three ranks in the exam, their parents would buy candy and toys, but even if he got the first place in the exam, Yu Ziyuan never did that.

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan’s side face and clenched his fingers nervously, but Lan Zhan did not answer directly: “Take a test first, talk about it later.”

Wei Ying was unwilling. He grabbed the sleeve of Lan Zhan’s left arm holding the umbrella and shook it lightly.

A pair of eyes dizzy with rain and mist looked at Lan Zhan in the gloomy light under the umbrella, softened his voice and said: “No, you promise me first.”

He didn’t realize at that time that he was doing what he most hated, acting coquettish with Lan Zhan.

He didn’t even realize that he often acted coquettish because of the possibility of being favored.

“What kind of reward do you want?” Lan Zhan asked, not accustomed to being viewed this way, turning his face slightly.

Wei Ying smiled triumphantly, and said happily: “I haven’t figured it out yet, I’ll tell you when I think about it!”

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