After school, most students will go home for dinner, but a small number of students will prepare lunch boxes early in the morning. These students are basically far away from home and have no spare money to buy food. Among them, Zhao Chen, but Zhao Chen is more alternative.

In fact, Zhao Chen's home is not too far from Guanli Middle School, only about ten minutes away, but he felt it was troublesome and did not want to waste precious time, so he brought the insulation box specially prepared by his mother in the morning.

"Zhao Chen, I didn't expect you to be so hidden. Why didn't you find it before? So many problems won't hurt you!" The thin man sitting in front of Zhao Chen did not go home either. Seeing Zhao Chen just took out the insulation box, he said with a seemingly calm expression.

"It's okay!" Zhao Chen opened the insulation box on his own and said casually. How could he not see the plan of the thin classmate? In fact, when the thin man gave up his seat in the morning, he was sentenced to "death penalty". He believed that people who deliberately please and approached him had some purpose, and such people could not make friends with them.

The expressions on the thin classmate's face were obviously much awkward, and he felt like he was slapped on the horse's legs. However, after seeing Zhao Chen open the insulation box, he swallowed unconsciously.

Zhao Chen's insulation box looks a bit big, and it contains all kinds of dishes prepared by his mother in the morning. Compared with other students, it is too rich and full of fish and meat! How can this not make the lean students feel envious?

However, the thin classmate obviously knew it. Seeing Zhao Chen eating, he ignored him and had to turn around and look at the dishes in his lunch box, and suddenly he lost his appetite.

Zhao Chen was eating very quickly and filled his stomach in just a few minutes. This time, he put all the textbooks on his desk into his schoolbag, and instead took out the painting tools in his schoolbag to start his work today.

After finishing the meal, the thin classmate was shocked to find that Zhao Chen was drawing a comic. He just changed his mind and understood that the comic "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" is a three-day issue. How could it be completed if he was not diligent?

Perhaps because of his increasing proficiency, Zhao Chen's painting speed is slightly faster than before without reducing the quality. He saves ten minutes for each page of comics than before. Although it seems not much, he can save more than an hour every day. This extra time is enough for "Football Young Players" to be published on the weekly magazine.

The thin classmate did not speak, but stared straight at Zhao Chen's right hand in painting. Seeing a character appearing vividly on the paper, the thin classmate's shock seemed to be getting stronger, especially when he was observing that Zhao Chen hardly used painting rubber.

Zhao Chen still thought about painting and outlining a character, so he did not notice the appearance of a thin classmate.

A classmate who was still eating in the classroom occasionally saw the shocked expression of the thin classmate, and he couldn't help but feel curious. When he walked to Zhao Chen, he could no longer move his footsteps. This directly led to the rest of the classroom discovering this matter immediately, but like the previous classmate, he never moved his footsteps again.

Their expressions were gradually replaced by shock. These students were all people who had never seen the world. This was the first time they saw cartoonists painting. Especially Zhao Chen didn't seem to have to think about it at all, so the smoothness of the painting can be imagined.

As time goes by, more and more students return from home to the classroom. When they see a few classmates gather together, they will inevitably feel curious and quiet. Are they not hot? But when they see the scene inside, their doubts disappear instantly, and they also stand there involuntarily, staring at Zhao Chen's paintings.

"Give it a minute!"

Wen Biyu felt inexplicably as soon as she came back because many students surrounded her seat, and only a few of them were still in the seats and looked absent-mindedly at the textbooks in her hands.

Seeing that no one moved, Wen Biyu had to squeeze in hard and found that someone was sitting in her seat, looking at Zhao Chen with an obsessive expression, which made Wen Biyu feel chills. What was going on?

"Student, you took my seat!"

After Wen Biyu called out several times, the classmate sitting in her seat finally came to her senses and left the seat in a little embarrassed manner.

After Wen Biyu grabbed her seat, she found that Zhao Chen was painting a comic, but since it was summer, there was another circle of people around him, causing a drop of hot sweat to burst out from Zhao Chen's forehead and slowly flowing towards his neck.

"Don't watch it, you will disturb him like this! Class is about to begin. When the teacher comes, what should you do if you see!"

Wen Biyu quickly stood up and shouted to the students who were surrounding him.

Wen Biyu's voice not only brought the surrounding classmates to their senses, but also attracted Zhao Chen to look at her, then continued to draw with his head down, and was indifferent to the things around him.

At this time, the two people in the front row of Zhao Chen changed their minds and stood up to help, slowly persuaded the students who had just come back to their senses.

After these students left reluctantly, the air circulation around them increased significantly, at least not as hot as before, which made Zhao Chen feel much better, but the hot working environment still made him sweat continuously.

This school is really too poor, the facilities can be said to be quite outdated, and there is not even an electric fan in the classroom.

At this moment, a refreshing breeze blew from the side with a unique frequency, making him feel comfortable. When he looked up, he found that it was Wen Biyu who was constantly inciting the textbooks.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome, I'm very hot, it's just by the way!" Wen Biyu said this, but her heart felt like she had eaten honey, and the force in her hands couldn't help but become stronger.

In this situation, the bell for class finally rang. When she saw the teacher coming to the podium, Wen Biyu couldn't help but stop her movements. She knew that if she had to make a splash occasionally, it might be fine, but if there were too many, it would attract the teacher's attention, exposing Zhao Chen who was drawing cartoons.

This class is still a math class. Perhaps because of the morning, the head teacher was still paying more attention to Zhao Chen, especially when he saw Zhao Chen keeping his head down and not knowing what he was doing, he couldn't help but feel curious and walked towards Zhao Chen.

"It's a pity!" Wen Biyu kept staring at the head teacher. Seeing that the head teacher was getting closer and closer, she couldn't help but push Zhao Chen next to her.

Zhao Chen reacted in a daze, but after seeing the head teacher getting closer, he did not stop because he knew that no matter how well he hid, he would be discovered sooner or later. Instead of doing so, it would be better to be exposed now. The worst consequence is to ask parents or fire them, and he would rather be fired.

When the head teacher saw Zhao Chen drawing, he was so angry that he didn't make a fuss. Is it really boring to teach himself? When he was in math class, he not only read Chinese books, but now he is also painting. It's really outrageous.

"Zhao Chen, draw in class, stand up and reflect on me!"

The head teacher can be said to be furious. In his opinion, Zhao Chen did not give him face.

All the students in the class turned their eyes to that direction. Everyone had different eyes and expressions, including worries, calmness, and gloating.

Zhao Chen stood up when he heard this, but the movements in his hand still did not stop. If he didn't draw in class, he would not finish his work every day.

"Stop! Did you hear it! I didn't study hard in class, and I even painted!"

The head teacher saw Zhao Chen standing still drawing, and his anger was even more roaring. This was really too disrespectful to him, so he grabbed the manuscript paper that Zhao Chen was drawing with his right hand, trying to snatch it and tear it off.

When the head teacher was about to grab the manuscript, Zhao Chen grabbed the head teacher's right hand with his empty left hand and stared at the head teacher coldly.

The head teacher only felt a great force coming from his wrist, and a pain gradually came. He wanted to break free but couldn't get it away.

"open!"

"Teacher, I don't think so. The problem is that I can do the subjects of the third year. I can't waste time like this!"

"What, this is impossible! Even if you make excuses, you have to find a better one." Hearing Zhao Chen say this, the head teacher naturally didn't believe it. After all, the textbooks for Zhong San were all sent out in the morning.

"If the teacher doesn't believe it, you can ask questions casually. If there is something I don't know, then I will definitely listen carefully in your class!"

Zhao Chen knew in his heart that if he didn't want to cause trouble, there was only this. He believed that not to say that it was the mathematics of the third grade, even the seventh grade would be quite simple for him. This is confidence, because all the knowledge learned in his previous life is still in his mind.

"Okay, this is what you said. As long as you pass the teacher's level, as long as it is a math class in the future, you can do whatever you want!"

The head teacher felt his wrists getting more and more painful, but he couldn't break free. However, he wanted to teach the ignorant student in front of him a lesson, and finally agreed to Zhao Chen's request.

After Zhao Chen let go of his hand, the head teacher shook his right hand without any trace. The anger in his heart could be described as boiling, but he could not regret it in front of so many students, but he was thinking about some problems.

Zhao Chen followed the class teacher to the podium. The class teacher held chalk in his hand. The anger in his heart obviously drove his movements. The chalk was quickly written, and various math problems of the third grade were written out.
Chapter completed!