The atmosphere became a little awkward, a little solemn.

Song Shijing was trying to find a topic, but she felt a little aggrieved. She bit her lip and blinked, and didn't know what to say or ask for for a moment.

Fortunately, I got to the class in two steps. If this is on a quiet afternoon path, I wouldn’t be silent until I am embarrassed to death…

That was my first love girlfriend. Xiao Qian's first time might be gone.

——The first time in love, otherwise what would you think it was!

However, she passed away... Even if she is called the omnipotent mythical powerhouse, there will be something she can't do.

Song Shijing sat in her seat with great worries and looked at the window.

Mu Qian seemed to have not been touched by the conversation just now, and his look of looking down at the book revealed a sense of calmness.

Don't mind? Really...

Song Shijing thought for a while, lowered her head and wrote and painted on her notebook. When the preparatory bell rang in the afternoon, she carefully tore off the paper, then lowered her head and walked around the many obstacles and arrived next to Mu Qian.

Before Mu Qian could look up, Song Shijing threw the note in her hand in a panic, and then ran back to her seat at a faster speed.

This guy.

Mu Qian's smile was a little helpless, and he opened the note and looked at it.

‘I’m sorry, although your first time is gone, I’ll definitely keep it for you!’

Then... there is a grimace behind it.

——Song Shijing is talking about her first time in love! Otherwise, she would have thought it was something!

Well, um... um?

Mu Qian is an old demon in the Demon Realm. He is a little unbearable for such a straightforward and hot confession.

But by the way, he was still there for the first time and it disappeared when it was gone. The conditions have always been that there is no one. The right time, place and people always lack one, otherwise there would be no atmosphere...

"Cough," Mu Qian coughed and silently put away the notes.

This is evidence. With Song Shijing's handwriting, she will not be afraid of losing money in the future.

But why? In addition to blushing, Song Shijing could even sit upright and listen to the teacher’s lecture for a lesson?

We are not shy?

Mu Qian subconsciously felt... Is this a fraud...

Finally, art class with great expectations, great attention, and great enthusiasm for the teachers, has arrived!

Last time, because of Mu Qian's leave, Teacher Xiaoning's class did not appear at all!

Fortunately, Mu Qian was forcibly asked to listen to the class here, and Teacher Xiaoning had repeatedly told him.

Class is approaching...

"Here's here!"

The boys took the stimulant and all looked at the front door with red eyes.

"What will Teacher Xiaoning match today? I feel that no matter what I wear, the teacher is so cute!"

The girls also felt inexplicably excited, probably because their love for furry puppets affected this very personality teacher.

Soon, even Mu Qian was attracted by the attention.

Because a wooden poster floated outside the door, it was a handsome guy with a suit and lace, and a blonde hair and blue eyes, which looked like the kind of graphic model placed outside the clothing store.

The wooden board floated into the front door of the classroom, put it on with two clangs, and a head appeared behind it.

Mushroom head, small round face, and those big eyes... Teacher Ning Lingge made a brilliant debut!

"Hello everyone, this is an art class."

The boys blushed together, while the girls held their hearts together, and they felt a little melted.

No, there was a boy and a girl who were not in this melting ranks. Because Mu Qian’s impression of this art teacher was still in the scene where she pinched her waist and taught people a lesson.

And Song Shijing treated this teacher more like...a...

Inexplicable worship.

"Because time is tight, don't talk nonsense. Our art class today is very simple. Did you see this model drawing board?" Teacher Xiaoning pointed at the side with both hands at the same time. "Everyone can do their best to grind ink. This is a live photography work, which allows everyone to get started with the proportion of human body..."

Teacher Xiaoning was still very serious in teaching, which made Mu Qian nod and lowered his head to read the comics.

"Because a student once boasted about Haikou in front of me, I have to focus on supervising a student."

Hum? Mu Qian felt the gaze from Teacher Xiaoning, and was a little confused... What the hell?

Isn't it just a painting? Mu Qian calmly put down the comic book because he felt that the teacher would probably attack his collector's version of comic book.

Very prescient.

The students all have special art class tools, which the school will distribute. After all, there is a reason why the tuition fee is so expensive.

However, what the students took out were colored pens, oil pens, pencils, and art knifes. The students from the school’s painting club took out a set of more professional oil paints...

However……

However……

Lord Demon King put away the books on his desk, took out a stack of white paper, and spread it flat on the desktop.

These papers are all products with a thin protective film on the back, which are obvious to them. Anyway, the Demon King didn't buy them for money...

How did it come about, this requires imagination.

Then, Mu Qian began to pack things out from the inside of the table.

The pen, ink, ink, and ink are twelve brushes. The ink is ink with a faint fragrance, and it has not yet opened; and the jade inkstone... no matter how you look at it, they are all old antiques.

Mu Qian looked at these old friends who had been with him for boring time in the early stages of the Demon King Palace, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sun shines in this bright classroom.

Mu Qian seemed to have entered a transparent glass cover, and his eyes could not touch him at all.

He was grinding ink, and his eyes were secretly calm.

It seems that this boy who has always been a bit unique has finally begun to take the initiative to attract other students' attention this time.

The boys and girls in the class were trying hard to lean on their bodies and staring at him. They were all waiting for one person. When one person left the seat, they gathered around Mu Qian together...

"What is Daqian doing?"

"So amazing."

"Is it the ancient art of calligraphy and painting?"

A boy held his glasses and said, "Why, I heard a sound of a guqin accompanying him and a crane ringing back... This is a picture with its own background music."

Teacher Xiaoning stood on the podium and tilted his head, and he felt a little unaware of what to say.

‘Is this guy really a makeup look or does he really have two brushes?’

What is more embarrassing is that Teacher Xiaoning can't help but explain this kind of traditional ink painting...

Song Shijing took a light breath, plucked up the courage, and suddenly stood up.

She lowered her head and walked to Mu Qian in a panic; the classmates around her were driven and stood up and looked at Mu Qian's desk.

Song Shijing said...

I'll help you grind ink.

Mu Qian looked up at her, and nodded with a chuckle.

This smile was less casual and more elegant; it reminded Song Shijing of the phantom of the scholar she saw when she was extremely weak.

Song Shijing must have done this job. Her ink grinding technique is very skillful. She stood by the corner of the front table, holding her right wrist with her left hand, and sliding her right hand gently...

Click.

A classmate recorded this scene with his mobile phone.

I always feel that this is a rare picture.
Chapter completed!