After the results of the competition came out, Teacher Ouyang smiled, took down the painting, and called out, "Li Ao, come and get your painting and copper coins."
Li Ao took the painting and the copper coin.
Ding-ling-ling——
get out of class is over.
Everyone ran away with their schoolbags.
Li Ao walked out of the classroom with his bag on his back, and was stopped by Teacher Ouyang who was standing in the corridor. "Li Ao!"
Li Ao stopped and gave Teacher Ouyang a strange look.
Teacher Ouyang scratched his beard, walked closer to Li Ao, and said, "Li Ao, have you ever had a teacher? Did you learn painting from someone?"
Li Ao nodded.
Seeing this, Teacher Ouyang was a little disappointed.
I've already become a disciple...
"Have you ever thought about going to art school?"
Li Ao shook his head.
Ouyang Facai was anxious. He said, "Why? Li Ao, your paintings are very good. Really, I don't know anyone your age who can draw better than you. To be honest, you draw better than the art students in our class. You shouldn't waste your talent."
Li Ao finally understood Ouyang Facai's intention. He took out his phone, found the news report about his recent award, and handed it to Ouyang Facai to read.
Ouyang Facai glanced at the report and said, "I know this painting. It's 'The Wrestler'! It's the one that won the silver medal in the Alexander Lucci painting competition. It's said that the artist who created this painting was only 16 years old, a Chinese teenager. He's a true genius!"
Ouyang Facai guessed something. He looked at Li Ao in a daze and said, "Do you want to be like him?" Ouyang Facai couldn't help but pour cold water on Li Ao. He said, "Li Ao, you are indeed a genius, but you are still a step behind him. He..."
Before Ouyang Facai could finish his words, he saw the young man use his slender index finger to pull the screen down a bit, revealing a photo of the award-winning boy holding the trophy.
Ouyang Facai stared at the face of the award-winning young man, then looked at the face of the young man in front of him. He said: "..."
He forgot what he had intended to say.
Ouyang Facai took a deep breath, then rubbed his face vigorously and said in disbelief: "Oh my goodness, you are Neil!"
Li Ao nodded, turned off his phone and left.
That back figure was both arrogant and indifferent.
Ouyang Facai looked at the young man's tall but thin back and felt a pang of embarrassment. He was so shameless that he even dreamed of taking Alexander Lucci, the silver medal winner in painting, as his apprentice!
That's a true painting genius!
How can he be qualified to be a genius teacher!
He even wants to have a genius as his teacher!
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Li Ao, backpack on his back, walked up the steps to the school gate. After walking a distance, he suddenly stopped. He stared at the girl acting suspiciously on the next step and quietly walked up behind her.
Han Miao hid behind a tree and looked ahead secretly.
In front of her was an empty basketball court. Standing in a secluded corner were two people: Tian Bao and Zhou Heng, a student from the next class. Tian Bao handed Zhou Heng a piece of light blue letter folded into a heart shape and a lollipop.
Because they were far away and Tianbao's voice was soft, Han Miao couldn't hear what they were saying.
But she could guess.
After a while, Tianbao and Zhou Heng were about to leave. Han Miao was afraid that Tianbao would notice her peeking, so she quickly turned around and was about to leave. But she didn't know there was someone standing behind her. When she turned around, she bumped into someone and screamed in fright. She fell back and almost rolled down the stairs.
Li Ao quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
Han Miao was pulled towards Li Ao's chest by the great force. She was shorter than Li Ao and her forehead hit Li Ao's nose.
Li Ao groaned in pain.
Han Miao heard Li Ao's muffled groan for the first time, and the sound sounded very strange. She quickly took a step back and stood on the stairs below, looking up at Li Ao.
Li Ao cried, tears falling down in strings, completely out of control.
Han Miao was stunned.
"You cry!"
Han Miao quickly took out a tissue from her bag and wiped Li Ao's tears. As soon as he wiped his face, tears started flowing again like a faucet.
Han Miao was stunned.
She held the wet tissue in her hand, feeling a little helpless.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Han Miao asked.
Li Ao shook his head, but couldn't stop crying.
Han Miao thought of Li Ao's childhood experience and guessed something. She said thoughtfully, "Neil, is your sense of pain stronger than ours?"
Otherwise, I can't understand why the boy is so afraid of pain.
Li Ao was sobbing. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and quickly wiped his tears, then ran away as if he was running for his life.
Han Miao: “…”
Han Miao felt that he had made a big mistake. After returning home, he called Song Ci to tell her about it. "Mom, I made Neil cry today."
Song Ci was shocked when he heard this and asked in surprise, "What did you use to hit it?"
"I hit his nose with my head, and he started crying like crazy, and he couldn't stop."
Han Miao asked Song Ci: "Mom, is Neil afraid of pain?"
"Let me ask your Aunt Beibei."
Song Ci called Su Beibei and learned that Li Ao's pain had become more acute due to his childhood experiences. What seemed like only 10% pain to others was a hundred times more painful to him.
After Han Miao learned about this, he silently added a nickname for Li Ao in his heart——
Spoiled!
During class the next day, Han Miao secretly glanced at Li Ao and saw that he had returned to his cold and reserved look. He couldn't believe that the boy who cried like a little baby yesterday was Li Ao.
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