"Hey, why are you two? Isn't Su Hao's gouache very good? She won't come?"

Zhuang Kening's smile slightly stopped.

You Huanhuan turned her head and said, "She will come later. Let's do her chores first."

"No wonder Zhuang Xuan Committee is very confident. Then our class's goal this time is more than the top three, so we have to go to the first place! Last semester, the Propaganda Department asked to publish a gouache board newspaper, didn't Sister Su's paintings be the first in the school? At that time, someone took photos and submitted them to a public account."

"Yes." Zhuang Kening bent the corner of her mouth without a smile, turned her head and pursed her lips, and started writing without saying a word.

*

Su Hao didn't expect that she could escape the nonsense of Du Kang and Cui Hua with her eloquent mouth, but she couldn't escape the math teacher without saying a word and took a new paper and asked her to rework her weekend homework in the office.

The last class was destroyed by the paper that only Xu Lie could finish in the whole class. She returned to the classroom dizzyly and saw that Zhuang Kening and You Huanhuan had already drawn nearly half of the newspaper.

Although he was not close to these two people, Su Hao was a person who liked to do what he said. After giving him a lesson, he was dizzy and had no rest. He went back to his seat to carry his painting tools.

There were a lot of things. She originally wanted to ask Xu Lie to do a favor. When she remembered the good things she did in the morning, she said "tsk" and decided to forget it. She moved three times, and then said to Zhuang Kening and You Huanhuan: "I'm the only one left, you two go for dinner."

You Huanhuan looked back at her: "Don't you have supper?"

"There is takeaway." Su Hao raised his chin, "Get down quickly, don't get in the way."

"Oh, then you come, my hands are sore." You Huanhuan jumped out of the chair and threw the water chalk into the bucket containing the pigment water.

Su Hao stood on her chair and looked at Zhuang Kening who was still painting on the side: "You go too, I'll take two seats."

Zhuang Kening pursed her lips and nodded: "Okay."

Su Hao wiped the paper and made the paper until he was confused. He picked up the paint plate to adjust the color. Just as he was about to start writing, he suddenly heard a scream of "ah" - when Zhuang Kening came down on the chair, he kicked the bucket of the pen.

With a bang, the water dyed red by the pigment poured out and flowed all over the ground, winding along the floor tiles to the outside of the door.

All seven or eight people in the classroom turned their heads.

Su Hao lowered his eyes and looked in a daze.

The scene that was so blood spreading overlapped with a certain picture in her memory, which made her suddenly feel a familiar discomfort.

Dizzy, want to vomit, and the eyes are black.

Almost in an instant, she hurriedly threw away her usual painting brush, jumped out of the chair and walked out of the classroom.

You Huanhuan was stunned: "What's going on?"

Sang Mianmian stood up and looked back: "Su Hao is a little allergic to such red pigment water, I'll go and see..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly saw a long and thin figure flashing by in the back of the classroom.

Xu Lie has already chased him out.

Outside the classroom, Su Hao ran all the way to the dead corner at the end of the corridor, held the railing and gasped for a while, squatted down with weak legs and feet, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes and relaxed with difficulty.

Xu Lie chased her out quickly, but when she got behind her, she slowed down, as if she was afraid of disturbing her.

Su seemed to be squatting or sitting on the ground, and his hands hanging beside him were trembling gently. He was the most arrogant and domineering person on weekdays, but at this time he was like a fragile and withered flower.

Xu Lie narrowed his eyes slightly, tentatively stepped forward, bent over and grabbed her wrist, and tried to pull her up: "Hao Su?"

Su Hao's body was removed from strength, but his consciousness was clear. He recognized his voice and turned his head away. He might not want him to see his embarrassed face. He leaned there and refused to move: "Don't bother me..."
Chapter completed!