Cheng Junyuan is a student in Class 2 of Qinghe High School.
His grades are average, neither high nor low, he has a handsome face, and his hobbies are the mobile game "Honor of Kings" and the Internet.
In addition, he occasionally plays basketball or table tennis with his classmates, so his physical strength is pretty good.
Lately, he's been feeling like something's not quite right.
I couldn't tell what was wrong, but Cheng Junyuan just felt it was weird!
He took out his cell phone and checked the time, then quickly rushed into the classroom.
Sitting in his seat, Cheng Junyuan looked up at the calendar hanging on the blackboard.
"There are still xxx days until the college entrance examination!"
Cheng Junyuan was a little short-sighted and couldn't see clearly how many days were left, and he didn't bother to look clearly.
College entrance examination...
Thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge.
Students with good academic performance are looking forward to the college entrance examination. They are high-spirited and passionate.
Students with poor academic performance can already predict their results and have a very peaceful mentality. They play when they need to, eat when they need to, and sleep when they need to.
The most difficult thing is for people like Cheng Junyuan who have neither high nor low grades.
I am worried that I will not do well in the exam, I am worried that I will not perform well, and I am also looking forward to having bad luck. The questions I will encounter are exactly what I know how to do.
The class bell rang.
The math teacher, who was known for his strictness and was known as the Master of Death by his classmates, walked into the classroom and began to analyze classic examples on the blackboard.
Cheng Junyuan took one look and knew that he could solve this problem himself.
This situation is uncommon.
As an anxious student with average grades, Cheng Junyuan's mind was in a mess.
For a while, he thought about listening to the lectures carefully, practice makes perfect, and reviewing the past to learn new things; for a while, he thought that he should seize every minute and every second of his time and work hard to learn more knowledge blind spots. Instead of listening to the lectures, he might as well find something to do on his own.
If you get the wrong exercises, please refer to the answers for detailed explanations and ponder them.
After struggling like this for a while, Cheng Junyuan couldn't help but look at a classmate in front of him on the left.
The man was wearing a clean white shirt, his hair was clean, smooth, and dark, and his shoulders and back formed an inverted triangle, giving him a feeling of energy.
From the back, you can't see the face, but you can still feel the unhurried calmness and mysterious temperament that is difficult to describe in words.
"Yan Anqing...if only I were like him!"
"Maybe this kind of person is born to be a winner, right?"
Cheng Junyuan couldn't help but sigh as he thought about this.
Yan Anqing is a genius!
There is no doubt about it!
As a liberal arts student, he gets a score of more than 700 points almost every time he takes a mock exam. What does this mean?
Yan Anqing can choose any university across the country!
"When you reach this level, what you pursue is no longer about which university you go to, right?"
Cheng Junyuan subconsciously turned his pen and pretended to be paying attention to the lecture. His thoughts were dancing in his mind, and he was thinking a thousand times in his mind: "I heard that he has been thinking about oil painting recently, modernism, retroism, classicism, all this mess.
I don’t understand it at all…”
He sat up straight and tried to cross the "wall" formed by other students to see what Yan Anqing was doing now.
Cheng Junyuan squinted and saw this person's movements clearly!
"Painting? Damn it! Master Miejie actually indulges him so much? Are you still smiling at him?"
Cheng Junyuan, who witnessed this scene, felt extremely unhappy inside and was almost jealous to the point of separation.
"This is the legendary differential treatment! I must have seen it!"
Cheng Junyuan was complaining crazily deep in his heart, but his face had the standard paralyzed expression of a young meat star.
He waited patiently until get out of class was over, and then came to Yan Anqing's table in a daze, pretending to glance at the other person's paintings casually.
"Fuck!"
Cheng Junyuan's eyes were almost glued to Yan Anqing's paintings: "Awesome!"
Compared with those abstract painters that normal humans cannot appreciate, he prefers this kind of realistic painters. At least ordinary people can understand them and appreciate the beauty and artistic conception.
The content of the painting is very simple. It is a young lady wearing casual clothes. She is probably in her early twenties and has just graduated from college?
The young lady can only be said to have an above-average appearance, but she gives people an inexplicable sense of comfort. She looks much happier than those photoshopped faces and Internet celebrity faces.
Quite attractive!
The more I look at it, the more I like it!
In the lower right corner, it seems that the word "wan" is written in block letters.
Cheng Junyuan subconsciously moved closer.
He noticed that there was a round national treasure painted on the little sister's sleeve.
"It's so cute! Is this a fantasy or a real person?"
Cheng Junyuan felt a little excited.
He wanted to take another look, but his line of sight was blocked by someone.
"This is my girlfriend."
Yan Anqing stared at him coldly: "Don't look."
Cheng Junyuan, who was scolded for a few words, was stunned for a while, his face turned red: "Sorry! I didn't know, I'm sorry!"
As soon as he said this, Cheng Junyuan suddenly realized something was wrong.
Sibling love?
Puppy love?
handle get√!
Cheng Junyuan was about to say something to Yan Anqing. Looking at the other party's indifferent expression, he suddenly felt that his loyalty was low and his fighting spirit was completely gone.
What about puppy love?
This boss is not an ordinary person. I heard that his paintings have been to many international art exhibitions, and any painting can be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
I heard that this was because he was too young and someone in the industry deliberately lowered the price.
Otherwise, the normal price of Yan Anqing's paintings would be a figure that Cheng Junyuan could not imagine!
Moreover, the top domestic fine arts schools, such as China Central Academy of Fine Arts, CAFA, CAFA, Hua Mo University, etc., have already extended an olive branch to Yan Anqing.
what does that mean?
Cheng Junyuan didn't know it at first, but he understood it after a certain Bao who was good at gossip asked his classmates and popularized the relevant knowledge to everyone a few days ago.
Yan Anqing is now more prestigious than those who were recommended to Tsinghua University and Peking University. He is completely a free man. Let alone falling in love early, as long as he does not break the law or commit any crime, he can do whatever he likes and the school will not care about him at all.
Regarding Cheng Junyuan's little idea, Yan Anqing looked at it like a fire, but turned a blind eye.
He used some extraordinary strength and little skills to dry the oil painting he painted for his girlfriend Li Wan, and then kept it close to his body.
"The inherent attributes of the Demonic Plane have not changed at all, but with the rise of the earth's extraordinary power, it seems to have attracted the attention of some supreme beings from other planes..."
A solemn look flashed across Yan Anqing's eyes: "Their power has penetrated into the zx1220 plane."
At the end of "Civilization Contest", he had already felt some ominous power, eroding the will of the Dragon with Molten Eyes.
The subsequent extraordinary massacre battle was also due to those mysterious external forces.
According to Yan Anqing's observation, the eyes of the supreme beings in the outer plane have been invested in this zx1220 plane, and their focus is on the high school at their feet!
Buzz buzz!
Earth-shaking!
The shouts of students and teachers came to my ears.
"There's an earthquake!"
"Run!"
"You go first, I'll be right back!"
"What is this kid doing standing there stupidly! Run!"
Yan Anqing can clearly feel...
This is not an earthquake!
The entire school was uprooted from the earth and moved to a place it had never seen before.
"Welcome to the punk battlefield..."
The mysterious voice seemed to have a slightly cruel smile.
