He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

"Look at that." Wen Yan nodded and compared to a certain place, "Jing Rong. Do you know him?"

"Yes. Didn't you just see it at the school gate last time?" The teacher folded his hands on the window of the car, leaning slightly. The shirt was unbuttoned, deliberately revealing the **** gully in front of him. He replied softly: "He is a very famous talent in our school. Although he is young, he has first-class painting skills and has won many awards at home and abroad. According to our school's art teacher, his hands are the hands of God. Although he has not yet The college entrance examination, but many universities have already extended an olive branch to him. But he intends to be the highest institution, and nothing else."

"God's hand? Is it so magical?" Wen Yanzhi lit a cigarette for himself, as if he was very interested, "It's strange. I haven't seen God's hand yet."

The beautiful teacher was tired, but saw that he didn't even look at himself. Pouting her mouth to act coquettishly, "Yanzhi, you've been staring at others. Isn't it the master's sister, right?"

Wen Yanzhi laughed lowly, "Don't talk nonsense, friends' wives can't be bullied."

"Then look at it." The other party groaned.

He pushed the car door, walked down, kissed the top of the woman's head, and coaxed a little absent-mindedly, "Go and wash the smell of perfume on your body. I don't like this smell."

The woman looked frustrated, lowered her head and sniffed herself. In the end, I still listen to the other party and go back to the school's locker room obediently.

She walked a few steps, and looked back at the man who caught all eyes when she got off the car. He is suave, charming and seductive, like a poppy, and like a kite without a string. Many people fall for him, but no one can catch him.

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"Okay, classmates, let's draw character sketches next. Anyone willing to come over to be a model?" The art teacher's voice sounded in the outdoor classroom.

Before anyone could respond, someone answered, "I'll do it."

This voice was clear and leisurely, making everyone look up. I saw a handsome man walking towards them with long legs.

Both the boys and the teacher were puzzled. The girls are very excited.

Too beautiful! !

If such a person is a model, he will be energetic even in painting!

"Mr., we are now in class..." When he approached, the teacher reminded.

"I know, don't you need models? I will be a model for them, so no one has to be delayed to paint." Wen Yanzhi did not wait for the teacher's words to finish, and was already one step ahead. He even sat down with a large chair. Moreover, he sat straight in front of Jing Rong.

Jing Rong remembered him and couldn't help but look at him twice.

"Teacher, it's him! So handsome, we must paint well!"

"Yeah, yeah, it can inspire us!"

The female students all interceded.

The teacher is not a staid person, besides, the love of beauty, everyone has it! He nodded openly, "Okay, the minority obeys the majority. Today is an exception!"

Jing Rong moved the drawing board aside and took a pencil and sketchbook from his bag. Wen Yanzhi raised his hand and flipped over his drawing board. Jing Rong pressed his hand and shook his head at him.

Wen Yanzhi glanced at the teacher who was lowering his head to paint, leaned toward Jingrong, and said in a low voice: "It's just painting, what can't you see?"

"It's not that you can't look at the paintings. You are a model now. You must be a model and don't move." Jing Rong's eyes were clear, and he said seriously. The young voice, like the flowing stream, has not been contaminated by any tobacco, and is extremely clean.

Wen Yanzhi couldn't help being happy, "So you are as old-fashioned as your sister."

"It's not stodgy, it's just a basic principle." He corrected him softly.

"Hey~" Wen Yanzhi sneered at what he said, but didn't move any more. Just ask: "Eh, why is your sister like this?"

"Which?" Jing Rong lowered his head to paint, responding casually.

"Oil and salt don't get in, high cold and boring."

"Are you here for my sister's business?" Jing Rong raised his head and looked at him.

Wen Yanzhi was stopped by this rhetorical question. Why did you come here? I was originally on a date, so I just sat here as a model for no reason, and I didn't move. How idle is he?

"Yes, it was for such a thing." He felt that if it were not for this, he would not have thought of a second reason. Who made him the best friend in the world? Mr. Yu is blessed to be able to make this friend of him.

"I don't agree with my sister being with your friend. He and my sister are definitely not suitable." You know by looking at the person in front of you.

"Hey, you haven't seen it before, so you know it's inappropriate? You know what a fart at a young age."

Jing Rong didn't expect that he would use vulgar words to reply to himself. For a moment, he lowered his head, his voice was cooler than before, "I don't understand, then don't ask me."

Wen Yanzhi looked at him, amused, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Hey, you are not old, and you have a good temper."

"..." Jing Rong decided not to ignore him.

"Hey!" Wen Yanzhi did not receive a response, kicked his white sneakers with the toes of the leather shoes, "Speak."

Jing Rong's feet shrank back and raised his eyes. There was a clear stream in his eyes, calm and peaceful. But at this moment, the beautiful eyebrows are twisted, "I'm in class, don't make trouble."

The tone didn't mean that he was old, but it contained a little seriousness of youth and old age.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the young boy's eyes and shook his mind. After a long while, his lips moved, and he said, "Oh," he really didn't make any more trouble.

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In recent days, Jing Yu has been very busy.

Chen Wanzhi's matter began to be put on the agenda. Everything is still in the trial stage, with no results.

Jing Yu blocked Yu Zeyao's serial number. Therefore, his call never came.

Occasionally, when she was lying in bed late at night, she would think of his injury. It was hurt for her after all. Only ten days have passed, I'm afraid his injury hasn't fully healed yet.

She took the tie clip out of the drawer, thought about it, and put it in her bag. Maybe he was superfluous. Last time they had spoken very clearly, and he estimated that there would be no chance of meeting him again.

On this day, early in the morning, Jing Yu came out of his father's ward, and as soon as he changed his white robe, the mobile phone in his pocket was shaking wildly.

"Is your class finished?" Qi Jinnian asked.

Jing Yu yawned sleepily with an ‘um’.

"That's good, I'll pick you up in a while!"

"No, I'll take a taxi and go back by myself."

"Not for you to go back, but for you to accompany me to a place." Qi Jinnian was very happy. "Today is the day when the vice president takes office. We will give an open speech at Baiyu Square. Our Ministry of Education is going to several people, you Come with me."

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