In an instant, everyone looked at the circle in Xiao Lan's hand and burst into laughter: "What is this?"

"Instead of saying he drew a chick, it would be better to say he drew a caterpillar."

"What kind of caterpillar? This is just a ball of ink. Oh my God, even a three-year-old child can draw better than this."

You kept talking to each other, and the more you talked, the more you talked, the more you talked, the more you talked, belittling her painting as worthless. Of course, he also knew that it was worthless, so he couldn't say anything more. He just wanted to take the painting back:

"Give me."

It might be that the atmosphere was too warm, which made Xiao Lan feel swollen. She stood up and raised her head high, not wanting to give it away: "It's so shameless to show such an ugly thing to others."

Jiang Yuan's face turned cold: "Give it to me."

Xiao Lan curled up her lips, twisted the scroll in her hand with a smile, stepped on the chair and even wanted to stand up: "So what if I don't give it to you? You still want this crappy thing? No way, right?" Wouldn’t anyone still treat this kind of rubbish as a treasure?”

?

With his eyes darkened, Jiang Yuan stopped being polite and stretched out his legs to kick her stool. Xiaolan was caught off guard and hit the table, slamming it hard and throwing her to the ground:

"ah!!!"

Everyone gasped and immediately looked at Jiang Yuan.

She rolled up her painting with an expressionless face, patted the dust on it and spread it flatly on the table. She ignored Xiao Lan's wailing and continued painting.

Suddenly, the scroll in front of him was suppressed by someone's palm:

"Apologize."

The hand holding the scroll was fair and slender. It was the hand of their lady. Jiang Yuan raised his head and met the lady's cold eyes without fear: "She can apologize first."

"What?" The female teacher thought it was ridiculous: "You caused your classmate to get hurt, and you did it on purpose. Why do you want her to apologize?"

"I made her hurt, didn't she insult me? Insult and hurt are two different things, and she offended me first, so why should I apologize? Doesn't she deserve it?"

"..." The female wife was a little shocked, as if she had never heard such a statement before. She picked up her painting and wanted to stick it on her face: "Then see for yourself what you are painting? You need others to insult you. What? What they said is true. You said you would study seriously, but did you study seriously? "

She turned around and showed her drawing to everyone: "Do you think this guy shows any sign of serious study?"

"No!" The reply was very neat.

The lady's mouth curled up, and she looked at Jiang Yuan angrily: "If you had listened to my words even a little bit, you wouldn't have painted such an ugly painting? Didn't you know that the painting was so ugly? Do you still blame others for laughing at you? Others are laughing at you. Shouldn’t I laugh at you?”

"..." Jiang Yuan slowly clenched his fists and looked at his picture scroll.

It was indeed ugly, she knew, but she did try hard to listen, but her ears were good but her hands were not.

"Would you like to look in the mirror and see how you look?" The female teacher stared at her, the more she looked at her, the more disgusted she became: "I originally thought that you must be a smart girl because you are so good-looking, but letting someone like you enter the classroom is simply... You insulted my class. You don’t need to attend this class. Apologize to Qiao Chuyu and go out and stand."

It turns out that this Xiaolan’s name is Qiao Chuyu.

Jiang Yuan glanced at her who was still crying on the ground. There was a slight scratch on her wrist, as if she had been stabbed. It was extremely exaggerated.

Want her to help her?

dream.

Jiang Yuan stepped directly over Qiao Chuyu without even looking back.

"Stop!!" The female madam stopped her: "You didn't hear me when I asked you to help her up, did you?"

She frowned: "I said, I will never apologize until she apologizes."

"Then you are quite capable?" The lady stepped forward and looked up at her, her brows filled with anger: "How dare you show off your authority here despite your low status?"

These words sounded interesting. Jiang Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at her:

"What's wrong with your low status? We are all students. Is anyone more noble than others?"

"Students are also divided into high and low. Low scores must make way for high scores. Others have a better and brighter future. What do you have?" The female teacher stared at her and looked up and down again, with sarcasm between her brows: "I heard

You were brought in by your parents who sold everything they had, and it seems that you have really failed to live up to your parents' expectations of you."

Yeah?

If this were someone else, she would really get angry, but it happened to be the Master at this moment, so she could only get around her in a sulky tone, but the Master was angry and yelled again:

"If you don't help Qiao Chuyu out of this door today, then you won't come to this class in the future."

"Oh." Just as she wanted, Jiang Yuan responded lazily and waved her hand: "I know."

-

Under the corridor, Shen Weibai was talking to Shen Mujin.

Since both of them are excellent in archery, naturally this kind of course is a piece of cake for them, so at this time, they are free to do other things.

Shen Mujin was still brooding about what happened at noon: "Brother, have you ever asked how your servant is doing with her studies? The lady who painted the painting in the afternoon is famous for being picky and has a bad temper. If you take that girl of yours,

I was so shocked that I might cry to you."

"I'm only responsible for finding an academy for her. I'm not interested in other things." Shen Weibai's face was expressionless.

He was not interested in Jiang Yuan's achievements. He had seen Jiang Yuan able to challenge ten with a spear. His father once said that Jiang Yuan was a born general.

It doesn't matter whether she can draw or play the piano, she just needs to do what she likes.

"Eh? Brother Huang, isn't that A Yuan from your family?"

Looking in the direction pointed by Shen Mujin's hand, he spotted Jiang Yuan on the corridor.

She leaned on the railing, her feet resting calmly on the slender railing but she sat firmly. She held a paintbrush in her hand and looked at the lotus flowers in the pond, as if she was thinking about something.

This class is Danqing.

Why did she come out?

No? Or have you been kicked out?

His brows furrowed, and he stepped forward: "Why are you here?"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Jiang Yuan looked at the two people who suddenly appeared: "Why are you here? Is the archery class over?"

"We are princes, we don't need to practice archery. We have this time, why not look at other things." Shen Mujin smiled and sat on the railing with her, tilting his head and looking at her: "Have you been kicked out?

?I heard that that lady is quite fierce, she must look down on you, right?"

...that's really accurate.

Jiang Yuan held her forehead: "Qiao Chuyu said that the paintings I painted were ugly, and she held up my paintings to laugh at me in front of everyone. I kicked her chair directly and injured her."

"...You kicked Qiao Chuyu's chair?" Shen Mujin was startled, then burst into laughter: "Did you really kick her chair?"

As he said this, he held back a smile and patted Shen Weibai on the shoulder:

"Brother, this servant of yours is so interesting. He won't give in to those eldest ladies at all. He is really a troublemaker for you."

"..." Jiang Yuan was startled and suddenly remembered that he was Shen Weibai's person now. Didn't that cause him trouble?

She looked at him worriedly: "Did I do something wrong?"
Chapter completed!