When Su Meng received the internship text message from the school, she rolled back and forth on the wooden bed in the attic with excitement ~
The old wooden bed could not withstand her torment, and it immediately made a "creak, creak" sound of resistance.
At the same time, the aunt downstairs was also carrying a spatula and a mouthful of artillery, scolding Su Meng.
Su Meng held her aunt's face and kissed her hard. Before her aunt could react, she picked up the two steamed buns on the table, "squeaked" them, and ran out the door on her bicycle.
The midsummer sun is no joke. When Su Meng arrived at the painting studio near the school, her short sleeves were already soaked with sweat and stuck to Su Meng's body.
Su Meng quickly got into the painting studio and quietly stood under the air conditioner, enjoying the coolness that the air conditioner brought to her.
"Go away."
Su Meng looked around for the source of the sound, but found the figure of a boy at her feet.
【nice.】
Su Meng stared at his side face for about a minute, her mind seemed to be hollowed out. She was so lacking in words to describe his beauty that she only came up with the word "good-looking".
"Have you seen enough? Get out of here if you've seen enough."
Su Meng felt guilty and instinctively wanted to lower her head lower, but the boy's face came straight into her sight.
She was even more panicked, so panicked that she didn't even know where to look.
"sorry Sorry……"
Su Meng apologized to him in panic, but the hideous scar on the back of the boy's head still caught Su Meng's eyes.
She hurriedly moved away, and a gust of cool wind blew through the bottom of Su Meng's skirt, causing the skirt to fly up. She hurriedly left no chance to react. She wanted to protect the hem of her skirt, but she received a heavy blow on her butt.
.
Where did the sketchbook come out to protect my butt?
Su Meng was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She subconsciously raised her hand and hit the person next to her.
Unexpectedly, the raised hand was pinned to the wall. She did not expect that the boy was so tall, and she had no intention of taking the sketchbook pressed on her butt.
"roll!"
He turned around and shouted at the two naughty children not far away. They were so frightened that they ran away, leaving behind the murder weapon - a big cattail leaf fan.
Su Meng was still thinking about whether to say thank you to him, but the faint scent of lemon filled the air, which made her feel a little dazed.
The boy glanced at Su Meng and said in a neither salty nor bland tone:
"A-cup, not interested."
"rogue!"
Su Meng was afraid that she had to use all her strength, so she pushed him away from her. Her face turned red, she turned around and wanted to run away.
[Wait a minute! As a teacher, if this boy spreads the word about being so weak, wouldn’t he have no authority at all in the future? 】
Su Meng stopped, picked up a stack of sketch paper from the shelf, held it to her chest, pretended to be calm, turned around and "reprimanded":
"Classmate, which class are you in?"
The boy raised his eyes, and Su Meng couldn't tell whether his mood was good or bad.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Just because I am the teacher of No. 24 Middle School!"
Su Meng straightened her body and emboldened herself.
The boy looked directly at Su Meng, their eyes met, and Su Meng seemed to notice that the corner of his mouth curled up.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Teacher 'Little'."
The insinuations he said made Su Meng feel uncomfortable all over, and she subconsciously hugged the sketch paper on her chest tighter.
【ding ding ding ding】
As the wind chimes on the glass door rang, and after confirming that the boy had left, Su Meng's anxious heart relaxed.
[What a shame, this kind of person, why did I even think about saying thank you for what I just did?]
There were plastic rubbers on the bottom shelf next to the air conditioner. When Su Meng squatted down to select them, the delicious lemon scent lingered slightly in her nose again.
Is it the smell of that boy?
Was she standing next to him just now?
Huh?
Su Meng instantly understood why the boy just now didn't raise his head. As long as he turned his head, he would have a panoramic view of everything under her skirt!
Su Meng paused for breath, stood up suddenly, and hit her head hard on the shelf, causing the paintbrushes to pour down.
"Hehehe! You little girl!"
"Sorry sorry..."
Su Meng ignored the boss's accusation and quickly bowed and apologized.
The paintbrushes scattered on the ground were either Mitsubishi or Sakura. Su Meng had only a few hundred left in her pocket and couldn't afford to pay for them.
Fortunately, she told her boss that she used to be a student of No. 24 Middle School, and that she had to go to the training room for an internship tomorrow. The boss then waved his hand and motioned for her to organize the shelves.
"You and Xiao Jiang are from the same class?"
"Xiaojiang?"
The boss wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the wind chime, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet the new customers.
Su Meng didn't care about anything else. She tidied the shelves, gritted her teeth and put the broken pens into the shopping basket. After paying, she opened the door and left.
【ding ding ding ding】
The summer wind in the evening was blowing the wind chimes, but Su Meng stood beside the bicycle in embarrassment.
Looking at her short skirt that didn't reach her knees, and thinking of herself wearing a short skirt and riding a bicycle to buy painting materials under the scorching sun, Su Meng really wanted to press herself into a crack in the wall.
This head is afraid of being squeezed by the door, so it would do this!
Perhaps no one could see them under the scorching sun at noon, but it was now the time for classes to be let out in the training room, and people were coming in one after another. The most indispensable thing was pedestrians, and I had to teach them tomorrow.
After much thought, Su Meng came up with a good idea, using transparent tape to attach the hem of the skirt to her legs, and then wrap it twice.
No matter how strong the cool summer breeze is, it can't blow the hem of my skirt.
In the corner, Su Meng admired her "masterpiece" with satisfaction, riding leisurely on the road in the cool evening summer breeze.
When passing by the lake, two flashes of light seemed to be faintly passed by, intertwined with the sparkling waves on the lake, and flashed across Su Meng's cheeks.
When she reacted, she only thought it was the reflection on the water, but she didn't know that her figure had already been captured by the person under the shade of the tree.
A speeding motorcycle stopped next to the man, facing the cool summer breeze, causing waves of dust to rise.
"Brother Jiang, you came just in time, look!"
Jiang Ning took off her helmet slowly, tilted her head, and glanced at He Yuan's work.
One picture shows a girl under the scorching sun, riding a bicycle without any scruples, letting the summer wind blow her skirt, but she doesn't care, her face is full of vitality and enthusiasm.
The other picture is of a young girl in the evening. She tied her skirt with tape and rode forward obediently. The light of the water shone down, and it was so beautiful.
It is indeed a good work.
When Jiang Ning focused her gaze on the girl's face, her eyes turned cold.
He Yuan didn't notice Jiang Ning's expression and continued to introduce and show off eloquently.
"How about it, Brother Jiang, you must be impressed by my skill! If this set of works were entered into the competition, it would probably win the first prize!"
He Yuan pushed Jiang Ning's arm, signaling for him to respond.
"Brother Jiang, don't be silent! I haven't thought of a name for this work yet. How about you think of one for me?"
Jiang Ning looked away and quickly put on her helmet.
"deleted."
The tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Deleted? What's this name?"
"No, Brother Jiang! This work of mine... Hey! Brother Jiang!" This chapter has been completed!