Things are too sudden!

Qin Fen only felt that his clothes were pulled a little, and subconsciously turned around and saw Lin Yajing's head hang down.

The short hair with bangs covered her eyes and couldn't see the specific expression clearly. The other party's fingers did not touch his skin, but instead pulled the edge of the short sleeve of his shirt.

Because Lin Yajing's move was too fast, Qin Fen didn't react at all for a moment, and the forward force conflicted with the backward force.

A "click" sound!

Qin Fen's arm loosened, and the sketch class cardboard box that was originally held in his arms fell to the ground.

The impact force instantly disintegrated the carton, and the sketches inside fell all over the floor.

But the girl behind her seemed to hear nothing, and a slightly crying voice came from Lin Yajing's mouth:

"You...you just...you didn't see anything just now..."

The girl was in a low mood, her expression below her bangs was faintly obscured, and her body was stiff and motionless.

At this moment, Qin Fen suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable palpitations.

Qin Fen was stunned...

However, he soon realized the seriousness of the problem, perhaps it was derived from the girl's self-esteem.

Everything around was quiet. If Lin Yajing screamed because of her excitement, then what was waiting for her would be without a doubt!

There was not much time left for him to react, and Qin Fen blurted out like a conditioned reflex:

"Student Lin, please believe it!

I'm true!

I really didn’t see anything. I just turned my head and it was because of a stiff neck in the morning, which caused cervical discomfort!”

The moment Qin Fen finished speaking, Lin Yajing suddenly raised her head, her short hair with bangs that had originally covered her eyes, and at the same time spread out to the surroundings, revealing a pair of eyes full of mist.

Lin Yajing's long eyelashes subconsciously blinked, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes:

“Really…really?

Really?

Did you really not see anything?"

...........

Qin Fen nodded quickly and expressed his affirmation.

"call....."

Lin Yajing let out a long breath and smiled back on her cheek:

"Really... it's really great..."

Well...

Actually believe it!?

Qin Fen looked at the girl in front of him who believed it and looked like he was feeling uneasy. He felt a twitching on his left cheek.

.....

Left Brain: Did you see it? This is called brain replenishment!

Right Brain: It appears, the legendary selective forgetting!

....

Lin Yajing's mental state returned to normal in her sight. Qin Fen subconsciously breathed, and her whole body relaxed slightly. Since the situation improved, he no longer mentioned the unexpected situation just now.

After returning to his senses, he placed his eyes at his feet. Lin Yajing stretched out his hand and pulled it out of the carton. A large number of pictures of the former students were scattered.

Squat down and prepare to clean up.

Qin Fen stacked the sketches one by one.

However, when he touched one of the sketches, he was a little stunned.

This is a black and white sketch.

On the sketch paper is a half-body portrait of a man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, high nose bridge, inverted triangles of chin, and a pair of eyes staring at the other person in the portrait.

It was a girl with short hair, standing against the wall, her eyes full of shyness.

Qin Fen was stunned, his pupils subconsciously contracted because he was very familiar with this picture...

Isn’t it what Zhang Yuting showed him last night, the famous “wall-bump” scene of the Eighteen Forbidden Federal...

However, as time passed, Qin Fen discovered more and more that he was a little familiar with the heroine in this portrait...

Why do they look similar to Lin Yajing?

Could it be that this painting is made with Lin Yajing as the template?

Qin Fen's eyes moved down and he happened to see the signature of the class column.

Class 7, Grade 1, Lin Yajing.

....

After confirming it, Qin Fen raised his head and looked at the girl behind him, and asked:

"Uh...what...Yajing...this, the man in this painting...is what type do you like?"

After the inquiry ended, Qin Fen saw Lin Yajing's head hanging down again at some point.

He had to speak again:

"Actually...Class Lin...You have this kind of fantasy..."

However, before Qin Fen finished speaking, his white and tender little hands decisively poked out and snatched the sketch from his hand.

Lin Yajing stuffed the sketch into her arms, raised her head and eyes, and there was still a little mist flashing in it, and the sound in her mouth was a little anger:

"Any girl is a girl! I will like these!!"

After Lin Yajing finished speaking, she turned around and left to the other end of the art classroom as if she was running away. She covered her short hair and her cheeks were already red, and she completely disappeared from Qin Fen's vision after a few breaths.

Well....

Qin Fen was stunned...

Lin Yajing left quickly as if she was running away.

Why have I never discovered that Lin Yajing's physical fitness is so good!

Qin Fen's arm subconsciously raised, wanting to grab Lin Yajing's shoulder.

However, it was empty.

It was too late when I came to my senses.

Qin Fen looked at the draft paper scattered under his feet and subconsciously felt a little headache. How should he explain this to the teachers and students who came here later...

.....

Left Brain: Why are you hesitating? Chasing Lin Yajing.

Right brain: +1, +1, +1, +1....

....

Qin Fen waved his hand to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that if you leave now, you will basically say...

Maybe... it's too late.

At this moment, he could clearly hear a tiny sound of footsteps from far to near from behind him.

The person who came was the art teacher in his class.

Behind him were four neat rows of students. The art teacher frowned in displeasure as soon as he saw Qin Fen.

According to the past class practice, even if you use the first class time in the morning to clean the art classroom, all students must line up to arrive at the scene in order.

But when Qin Fen was halfway through his speech, he rushed out of the classroom. He thought that this kid might have something urgent to deal with.

But unexpectedly, I would arrive in the art classroom first.

Such "positive labor" performance made art teachers hesitate.

On the one hand, when this child hears his request, he should be praised for standing up as soon as possible.

On the other hand, his unauthorized and reckless behavior did not follow the rules and regulations and did not give any punishment. What should more people do if they follow suit in the future?

The art teacher glanced around Qin Fen, and his eyes fell on the sketch paper scattered all over the ground, and he immediately had an idea in his mind.

"The sketching homework on the ground of Class Qin is exactly the past results of your Class 7 in Grade 1. You can pack up now and move these sketching papers to my office.

After all, when the semester is over, each of you will need to extract the corresponding parameters from past assignments.”

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Chapter completed!