Reborn Ace Designer

His sight was suddenly interrupted, and Wang Xiaotian felt very unhappy. Seeing the fat face like a globe occupying Shangguan Zirou's graceful back, Wang Xiaotian immediately felt like he had fallen from heaven to hell, secretly thinking that this was indeed the case.

Beauty and the Beast.

"Bitch, don't show up so suddenly next time, so I can be mentally prepared." Wang Xiaotian rolled his eyes.

Zhu Dake chuckled, gave Wang Xiaotian a thumbs up, and said in a low voice: "Xiaotian, you are a real man of iron and blood. The whole class dares not to pick up the old witch. You are the second best, and no one dares to be the first."

In high school, Wang Xiaotian formed an alliance of "Four Big Bad Guys", and Zhu Dake was one of them. Counting himself, there were two other members. The four of them had always played the best, but after graduation, they

They went their separate ways and were never seen again.

Wang Xiaotian smiled and patted the other party on the shoulder, "I won't argue with such a petty old woman. In the worst case, I won't be able to attend her classes in the future, and I will end up in peace."

Wang Xiaotian didn't care at all about the old witch's impression of him. So what if he skipped class? It was nothing more than writing a self-criticism, punishing him by standing in a standing position, and calling his parents if he was in trouble.

Wu Xiangjun has known about his affair with Shangguan Zirou for a long time. She has recognized this prospective daughter-in-law, and the school will not expel him because of this matter. Don't be too stubborn in learning this thing. This way you and I are good.

Everyone is good.

Zhu Dake made a look of reverence and hugged Wang Xiaotian with his history teacher Zhang Xueyi behind his back: "As expected, he is the first of our four great bitches. The 'King of bitches' is well-deserved. I am willing to bow down to you. Wait for me to practice for ten more years."

Let’s compete in the sword debate at Huashan!”

Among the four bad guys, Zhu Dake’s nickname is ‘Bitch’ and Wang Xiaotian is the ‘King of Bitch’.

Wang Xiaotian knows that Zhu Da is a loyal fan of martial arts novels, especially the novels of Jin Daxia! He can recite these fourteen words "Flying Snow Shoots White Deer" and "Laughing Book God Xia relies on Biyuan", and he can say them at this moment

These words have a certain ring to them.

Wang Xiaotian's heart moved, and he cast his gaze under the other party's table. Sure enough, he saw a yellowed old book placed there. Most of the cover had been torn off, but the name of the book was still written on the inner page: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"

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It is one of the most famous novels by Jin Daxia!

As expected, this guy is reading novels in hiding.

Wang Xiaotian thought to himself, and then said: "Dake, have you ever thought about what you will do after graduation?"

Zhu Dake was stunned and glanced outside the window. There was Class 8 next door. He hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Actually...actually, my dream is to be a director. Xiaotian, I will only tell you one person."

, don’t tell others..."

"Hey, I heard it. It turns out you want to be a director." Zhou Qiang, who was suddenly lying on the table and "sleeping soundly", immediately raised his head as if he heard some big news.

"Fuck! You're pretending to be asleep." Zhu Dake pointed his middle finger at Zhou Qiang with a look of contempt on his face.

"Hey, tell me, why do you want to be a director?" Zhou Qiang is famous for his loud mouth and loud voice in the class. Although he consciously suppressed his voice at the moment, it still attracted the attention of some people around him. Even Zhang Xueyi, who was giving a lecture, also turned his attention.

Submitted.

"That classmate over there, do you want to listen to you or me? If you disrupt class discipline again, I'll ask you to come to the podium and speak."

Zhang Xueyi spoke with an authentic accent, knocked on the table hard, and glanced at Zhou Qiang warningly.

After such an interruption, everyone lost interest. Zhu Dake turned his head thoughtfully and stopped reading the novel. He stared out the window in a daze, not knowing whether he was looking at the scenery or the classroom next door.

Wang Xiaotian stared at the latter thoughtfully, without asking any more questions. He pondered for a while on his seat. He picked up a sketchbook from his schoolbag and drew the entire classroom scene in the notebook.

Looking at this sketch of a classroom, Wang Xiaotian smiled slightly, then thought about it, turned the page again, and casually drew some things that flashed in his mind.

Zhou Qiang was "punished" by Zhang Xueyi with a red card, and he did not dare to talk casually anymore, but he did not want to listen to the lecture, so he lay on the table and fell asleep.

The history class ended soon. The class monitor, Shangguan Zirou, shouted to stand up. Amidst the sparse "Goodbye, teacher", Zhang Xueyi left the classroom with his books under his arm.

The next class is physics class. For this group of students in the liberal arts class, physics class is equivalent to listening to heavenly scriptures, and the physics teacher is an alien, because no one on earth knows this stuff...

This semester has just begun, and this course will not be completely discontinued until the final exam is completed.

Shangguan Zirou was sitting in her seat chatting with several female classmates around her, but she didn't come to see Wang Xiaotian. The little girl seemed to be still shy about what happened in the morning.

Wang Xiaotian didn't have the nerve to go over and interrupt. Several girls were chatting away, and he, a grown man, couldn't join in the fun. Anyway, there was still a lot of time between the two of them, and the future was long.

Wang Xiaotian turned his attention to the other side. His deskmate Zhou Qiang had already disappeared. Every time when get out of class was over, this guy was so lively and energetic that he had gone crazy.

Soon the class bell rang. The physics teacher was a forty-year-old middle-aged man. He stood at the door and finished smoking a cigarette before arriving late. He didn't even bother to stand up in class and shouted. This was how a listless class began.

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The afternoon passed by in a hurry.

The genius of the first month has just begun spring, and the daytime is relatively short. At only four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is already setting in the sky. The golden afterglow shines into the classroom through the window glass, and the fifty-six students seem to be covered with a layer of gold.

yarn.

The physics teacher also felt that the students below were not very enthusiastic, so he dismissed the get out of class early without ringing the bell.

"Zirou, I'll take you back by bike." Wang Xiaotian took Shangguan Zirou's hand and said.

Shangguan Zirou's cheeks were slightly red, and her little hands struggled gently, but Wang Xiaotian held her tightly and couldn't break free.

"Xiaotian, don't, you will be misunderstood..." Shangguan Zirou bit her lips lightly, said with a red face and lowered head, her voice was thin and weak.

Wang Xiaotian chuckled, took the other person's hand to his chest and held it, and said openly: "What are you afraid of? You are my girlfriend. Our relationship is open, fair and legal, and it is not an affair. If others say that, it is just envy.

Jealousy and hate.”

"Bah, what you said is so ugly, what the fuck..." Shangguan Zirou spat lightly, but she was still amused by Wang Xiaotian's words. She gave a certain guy with a face as thick as a city wall a white look, her face was still red,

"Who is your girlfriend? I haven't agreed yet."

Wang Xiaotian, an old man who is tender on the outside and charred on the inside, never makes a draft of his lies. How can he not know what the other person is thinking? It’s just that girls are a little shy and don’t want to admit it. Especially girls in this era are not as unrestrained as later generations.

"Really? Forget it, since you don't want to, I'll go find someone else..." Wang Xiaotian snickered in his heart, but said "seriously" on the outside.

"you dare."

Shangguan Zirou blurted out, and after finishing speaking, he found that the other party was looking at him with a smile but not a smile. Then he realized that he had been tricked, his face turned red with embarrassment, and he couldn't find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Ahem, Xiaotian, please, can you two find a place where no one is around to flirt? Otherwise, how can we old bachelors survive?"

There was a coughing sound from the side. It turned out to be the other three lowly guests who were exaggeratingly widening their eyes to "watch the show."

The person who spoke was Liu Xiaohu, a middle-aged man, the "bastard" among the four great swordsmen. Standing next to him was a strong man with a height of over 1.9 meters. But if you look closely, you can see that his face is very childish and he is about the same age as Wang Xiaotian.

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This person's name is Lin Taitai, the last of the Four Musketeers, the "Bitch", and is nicknamed Brother Tai.

After Liu Hu finished shouting, Lin Taitai, who was tall and mighty, also nodded fiercely, but Zhu Dake's expression was a little unnatural. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking about.

Wang Xiaotian was not polite to these three high school buddies, and flew over with a sweeping kick. The three of them immediately avoided, but the tables and chairs around them were damaged. They were knocked around by several people, and the classroom was filled with laughter and laughter.

Fortunately, school was over at this time, and there were not many people left in the classroom. After playing around for a while, Wang Xiaotian called the three of them over, pointed at Shangguan Ziju and said: "Hurry up, call sister-in-law."

"Hello, sister-in-law."

The three of them shouted respectfully, but Shangguan Zirou was at a loss and her face turned red like a ripe red apple.

"Xiaotian, come to me tomorrow night, I'll wait for you... But not today, I have to accompany my father to meet my uncle who came from afar..." After Shangguan Zirou calmed down, she said to Wang Xiaotian apologetically

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Wang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, then frowned. He knew that the uncle the latter was talking about who came from afar should be the one from Shanghai, that is, the one who passed over the property rights of the company to Zi Rou's father.

"Okay, it's a rare visit for the old man, so I'll give him this face." Wang Xiaotian said boldly, causing Shangguan Zirou to cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Let's go, let's go back to our homes and find our mothers."

Watching Shangguan Zirou's leaving figure, Wang Xiaotian blew a whistle, and set off home with the three humble guests in the afterglow of the setting sun.

This night was the happiest moment in Wang Xiaotian's life.

Dinner was a very ordinary meal of three dishes and one soup. Wang Xiaotian felt more satisfied eating the dishes cooked by his mother than the delicacies served in a five-star hotel. This was the most delicious food in the world!

The nineteen-inch black and white TV at home was broadcasting the weather forecast after the news broadcast. The female anchor on the TV stood in front of a whole map of China, pointing to the floating clouds above and introducing the weather conditions for the past week.

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Wang Xiaotian didn't hear what the female anchor was saying at all. What he felt was this atmosphere, a family atmosphere, which made his heart very full.

He chatted with his mother until very late before going to bed. In the process, Wang Xiaotian learned a very important piece of information, which shocked him in his heart. He secretly thought that the world was indeed different from before!

The first point is that there is no design here, or in other words, the design is just spontaneous among the people. Wu Xiangjun almost mistakenly thought that Wang Xiaotian's magical tricks were "magic" during the day.

No wonder Wang Xiaotian has always felt that the world lacks a sense of beauty since his rebirth. For example, the current leaflets in the clothing store were produced in a very poor way.

Doesn’t that mean that those leading design masters who exist in the 21st century do not exist in this world at all? Is it because his rebirth really affects the trajectory of history? Or is it because of the mysterious Han Dynasty book?

Ancient books...

Lying in bed at night, Wang Xiaotian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, his mind was filled with these problems.

But no matter how the world becomes, my goal will not change, which is to let my mother live a good life. Since I am reborn, I must make up for the shortcomings of the past!

The design here starts from scratch, so if you take the opportunity...do you want to be a top design master in the world?

Wang Xiaotian secretly worked hard to determine his goal, to be a designer who changes the world, and to build his visual dynasty...

Looking forward to a bright future, Wang Xiaotian fell into a deep sleep without knowing when. Even in his dreams, there was a smile on his lips.