Feng Qiang was so angry that she wanted to throw the food in her hand at her face.
But with a glass window in front of her, all she could do was feel angry.
In the end, Feng Ruru tugged at her arm: "Xiao Qiang, never mind, Yun Qi is still waiting for you in the infirmary."
Su Ping almost slipped when she heard those words.
Feng Qiang thought she was saddened to hear Yun Qi's name, so she snorted and seemed much happier.
Su Ping simply heard the name, but who calls Xiao Qiang?
The two afternoon classes were art classes, which Su Ping enjoyed, and the time flew by.
Near the end of get out of class, the art teacher received a phone call, and her expression became somewhat serious.
"Classmates, a master teacher who has returned from abroad is coming to our school to participate in teaching and research. Our class has just been selected. He is almost outside the classroom now. Let's look forward to it."
No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the door.
Three times.
Upon hearing the knock, the students became curious and stared at the door, eagerly awaiting the sound.
The art teacher walked over and opened the door, and a man wearing glasses appeared before everyone.
He looked to be about the same age as them, sitting in a wheelchair with a warm smile.
Su Ping looked up and saw that gaze fall on her.
"Hello, Teacher Mo."
The art teacher was taken aback by the unexpectedly young person, then stepped forward, shook Mo Ruinan's hand, and smiled happily.
The younger generation is truly formidable.
"Hello." Mo Ruinan looked away and shook hands with him.
It was as if that glance just now was merely a casual sweep.
A notification popped up; it was a message from Shen Jiayu.
Ayu: [Where are you? I have some errands to run near your school, want to meet up?]
Just as Su Ping was about to reply to his message, she heard the art teacher calling her name.
"Su Ping, come here for a moment."
Immediately, all the students' eyes fell on him, filled with envy and jealousy.
Su Ping stood up, somewhat bewildered, and walked forward.
【Hulu Brothers, what happened?】
[Host, Mo Ruinan will be giving a public lecture at the school once a week from now on. She's looking for a talented student to collaborate on a painting. The painting will be named after both of them and will be exhibited at an art exhibition.]
[Because this is his first art exhibition since returning to China, there's a lot of buzz in the art world. Creating art with him and having it exhibited would be a huge boost to one's career.]
Mo Ruinan watched her walk towards him step by step, a smile always on her face.
"We meet again."
The art teacher was somewhat surprised to hear him say that.
"Do you know my student? That's even better. I was worried that it would take you two a while to get along."
Mo Ruinan smiled but remained silent, leaving much to the imagination.
Feng Ruru took a picture of the two looking at each other and sent it to Feng Qiang.
"Su Ping is really good at flirting; she's already hooked up with a teacher who just returned from abroad!"
Feng Qiang looked at Yun Qi, who had been giving her a cold look as soon as he came out of the playground, and wondered what she had done to upset him.
So when he saw Feng Ruru send him a message, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
But after seeing the content, a smile crept onto his lips.
"Ah Qi, I told you I didn't wrong Su Ping. Look, she's hooked up with someone else in the blink of an eye."
Upon hearing Su Ping's name, Yun Qi raised his eyes and then saw Feng Qiang's hand outstretched in front of him.
On the phone screen, the girl turned slightly to the side. Her face had oxidized considerably and no longer looked frighteningly white. She was looking at the man in the wheelchair.
The man raised his head slightly, a smile of reunion on his face.
Who is this man?
Yun Qi couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy; any man who appeared beside her drove him almost insane with envy.
Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Feng Qiang put away her phone with satisfaction.
After learning that the two of them hadn't even added each other on WeChat, the teacher immediately told them to add each other on WeChat.
Mo Ruinan's profile picture is a sunflower, facing the sun, which feels a bit strange.
Sometimes, people will use something else to cover up something else.
"Su Ping is quite talented at painting. That painting is hers. You can take a look."
The art teacher pointed to the painting displayed at the back of the studio, his words filled with pride.
He was quite shocked. At first, he didn't even notice that there was this student in his class until he passed by her when everyone was free to express themselves.
That painting caught his eye. Many people lose their passion for painting because of other things while they are painting.
However, Su Ping was different. It cannot be said that she painted very well, but the emotions she expressed were simple and sincere, with a kind of beauty that touched people's hearts.
Mo Ruinan steered her wheelchair over there and stopped in front of the painting.
The heavy snow covered the entire drawing paper. An old lady was riding a tricycle with a handwritten paper sign that read "Roasted Sweet Potatoes" on it. There were even children's doodles next to her. A little girl sat beside her, and the old lady and the little girl smiled at each other.
The two people had such pure eyes, a feeling that photos can't capture; it was truly fascinating.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Mo Ruinan turned her gaze back to Su Ping.
"I think it's pretty good, is there anything else?"
The art teacher was overjoyed to see that he agreed with her point of view: "How about this, we can meet at a coffee shop near the school after class to have a good chat and get to know each other better."
This feeling is even happier than being recognized for one's talents.
Su Ping paints based solely on intuition and has never received any professional training. Before transmigrating into the book, many people advised her not to give up painting, but later, in order to ease her mother's burden, she chose a major that she didn't like but could support herself.
So she was really looking forward to Mo Ruinan giving her some advice, since she had a creative idea that was currently stuck, and she could ask him for help.
The three eventually arranged to meet at a newly opened coffee shop nearby.
The art teacher went to park the car, leaving Su Ping and Mo Ruinan staring at each other.
This time, a waiter helped, so Su Ping didn't have to lift his wheelchair up the steps.
"It's quite hot outside, let's go find a place to sit down."
Mo Ruinan looked at Su Ping and smiled.
As soon as Su Ping stepped inside, she noticed a gaze fixed on her.
Oh no, she seems to have forgotten something.
Su Ping looked up and bumped into Shen Jiayu, who was sitting by the window on his right. A man in a black suit was sitting opposite him.
Judging from his attitude towards Shen Jiayu, he should be an assistant or subordinate.
Seeing her looking over, Shen Jiayu curled his lips into a half-smile, then pointed to the phone on the table, his eyes as cold as ice.
Oh no, she forgot to reply to his WeChat message!
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