Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

Farewell to Lihua.

He stopped a taxi and headed for Kasumigaokaoka's school.

As a result, in the end, he still did not ask why Lihua was suddenly so urgent, so early that he made such a request to someone who had just met and had only met twice so much that he could not have been granted.

This way of behaving does not match his style and calm appearance at all.

But forget it.

Ask again when you have time.

The car slowly stopped in front of the school gate.

Babai looked at Kasumi Hills beside him.

Kasumi Hills quietly looked at Ba Bai beside him.

“...... You don't get out of the car? After a moment of silence, Ba Bai asked tentatively.

"Back pain, soft legs, lack of sleep, and a little dizziness in the head." With a weak look, Kasumi Zhiqiu half-covered his head.

Say a glance at Ba Bai, say a look.

Looking at the confused Ba Bai, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and tilted his head to the side:

"Ah... How pathetic... I was woken up by the phone at five or six o'clock in the morning... I wanted to sleep but I kept getting..."

Oh! Ba Bai was instantly startled and interrupted Kasumigaoka's words with a strange cry.

"..." took

a deep look at Kasumi Hill, and Babai nodded helplessly:

"I know, I know."

"Hmph." Humming softly and closing his eyes.

Kasumi no Oka threw his head to the side, but his right eye couldn't help but open a slightest slit.

Watch Ba Bai open the car door, walk to his own door, and open the door.

With a little pride on his face, he elegantly brushed the long hair at the corner of his forehead and raised his legs, ready to get out of the car:

"Thank you, you are such a gentleman..."

Feel the legs and back under the knees being covered by a pair of big hands, and the body gradually vacates and relaxes.

Kasumigaoka's calm and elegant look was instantly replaced by panic and blush:

"Ouch! Wait a minute! Just open the door! You don't have to do this!

Browning, Ba Bai pondered for a long time:

"Oh, okay."

Nodded, and put Kasumi Hills back again.

With his hands still wrapped around Babai's neck, Kasumi took a deep look at Babai and was silent for a moment:

"How did you think of taking me out and putting me back?"

Shouldn't normal people be placed directly on the ground?

The driver in front sniffled and looked up at the two in the rearview mirror:

"How did you think the next car took so long..."

Sunday morning.

Although it is a weekend break, the school is not quiet either.

All kinds of people who participate in club activities are either already there or on the way.

Therefore, the school gate is never an uninhabited area.

Even if Ba Bai's sense of existence is sent out for most of the time, the sense of existence of the taxi is particularly eye-catching in this day when he should be lying at home, but he has to come because of club activities.

"..." touched his nose awkwardly, looking at Kasumi Hill, who had a big red face with his hands still on his neck in front of him, Ba Bai stretched out his hand and hugged him down.

Then closed the door and smiled apologetically at the driver.

“... Hum. With a soft snort, the driver stepped on the accelerator.

"Uh..." Half-stretching out his hand, Ba Bai looked at the taillights of the departing taxi:

"I... I haven't gotten on the bus yet..." There

was a girl's chuckle in her ears, her shoulders slumped, and Ba Bai half-stared and squinted:

"You're very happy

..." "Ahem..."

"2560 pieces." With the number in his mouth, Ba Bai shrugged:

"It's quite expensive."

"I'm talking about today's day." Kasumigaoka corrected.

"More than five thousand, I can't remember how much." Saying that, Ba Bai hung his eyes to the dead fish, and his fingers touched the screen in his hand:

"No, Miss Kasumigaoka won't still want to AA with me."

"Can't you?" Kasumi Hills looked dazed.

"No, it'll be rusty." After a while, looking at the reply on the phone, Ba Bai refused.

Then he raised his feet and walked towards the school gate.

"Unfamiliar?" Frowning in bewilderment, Kasumi Zhiqiu looked at Ba Bai's back, stunned for a moment, and quickly ran over and pulled Ba Bai's sleeve:

"Mr. Ba Bai won't forget that he is not a student of this school, right?"

"Remember." Ba Bai nodded.

"So what are you doing over here?" Kasumi Zhiqiu said puzzled:

"It's not a university, and when high school is not a certain time, outsiders are not welcome to come in."

"Well, but I want to see where you work." Ba Bai dragged a long tone.

"But it's not something you can get in if you want to see it, and what's in school... Good-looking? Tilting his head, Kasumi Zhiqiu looked at the security guard with a blank look after answering a call, nodded and greeted Ba Bai with a smile, and said:

"You... Could it be the illegitimate son of some politician? "

What are you talking about?" The fingertips flicked lightly on Kasumigaokaoka's forehead.

Ba Bai smiled helplessly.

...............

Quiet activity room.

The golden retriever sits in the corner, with a drawing board in front of her, on which is a completely undressed female character with a beautiful style.

The role is not finished, but the golden retriever's attention is completely absent.

My eyes kept looking into my phone.

In the phone.

A picture of a woman who is obviously neatly dressed, but inexplicably so astringent that girls will blush, is quietly reflected in the mobile phone.

You don't even have to look at it carefully, and you know that the characters on the phone and the characters on the drawing board are exactly the same person.

It's just a beautiful and explicit astringency, a subtle, but inexplicably astringent.

Holding the phone in his left hand, the pencil kept rolling between his lips and nose.

The golden retriever girl's face showed a trace of impatience and despair.

Two months ago.

A person I didn't know suddenly found me.

Said to kick the pavilion and asked yourself if you dare to take it.

Just kidding, the old lady has been immersed in this spicy way for many years, even serious illustrators and cartoonists, will she be afraid of a person who appears inexplicably and has no fame at all?

So she refused....

Then it was bombarded for days by pictures of garbage that resembled graffiti on elementary school children.

The intellectual disability of the horse actually has such a person!

She compromised.

At the moment, he took out a cover that he had drawn not long ago and threw it over.

I won easily, and I didn't have a sense of victory at all.

I thought this was how it would go.

The result was in the afternoon of the same day.

The man sent another picture of an amateur that could no longer be amateur.

The golden retriever girl drew the gourd like this, picked another cover that she had painted before and threw it over.

Won again, there is no thrill in winning.

Then that night, a figure picture of the debut level appeared on the golden retriever's mobile phone.

At that time, she was stunned for a long time, but still sent a picture over.

Then the next day a standard character illustration appears.

But no matter how he asked, the man didn't reply at all.

After being aroused to be competitive, the golden retriever girl sent the illustration she had just drawn.

It's a little comfortable to win.

At one o'clock at noon, a picture that was obviously dressed neatly, but inexplicably astringent, appeared.

The golden retriever girl was stunned for a long time, puffed out her face for three days, racked her brains to draw a character illustration that she was most satisfied with.

Won.

Hi this time!

Then it was another noon.

A character picture that is obviously dressed neatly, but it is so astringent that even his own physiological knowledge is full of blushing heartbeats appears.

The blonde girl angrily asked if he had come to entertain her, but the man said no, and mockingly thanked her for teaching.

Prepared a long paragraph to spray the man.

But the man said....

It may be that he wore yellow glasses for too long, as if his painting skills were crooked, and he couldn't draw normal pictures, so he decided not to draw.

That person did it, and since then, it has never appeared in anyone's field of vision, and this picture has become the only memory left at that time, and the legend in the mouth of the people who watched this kick in the painting world....

Mader is mentally retarded! There are actually such people!

Leave a picture that others don't know how to reproduce, slap others hard and then pat their ass and stop playing!

The teeth crunched in the mouth, the eyes stared at the mobile phone, and even because the grip was too tight, the palm trembled a little.

This makes the old lady how to draw!

And the publishing house! Instead of asking me to learn the man's painting style here, you have the ability to find out the person's location!

I promise not to let this painting become the swan song of that person!

"Huh? Isn't this a big wife? "