Si Qi left surrounded by the crowd, leaving the Son of the World standing at the door, quickly attracting the attention of the students behind him.
"President, what's wrong with you?"
"Did that person make you angry?"
The Son of the World couldn't help but confuse right and wrong: "That person is really outrageous..."
The people around him were curious: "What's wrong with him?"
"He," the Son of the World paused and said in a malicious tone: "His parents owed debts outside, and used his scholarship to repay the debts. He quarreled with his parents and asked his parents to write him an IOU and return the money to him later."
The students around him were obviously shocked by this: "There are such people?!"
The Son of the World saw the disgusted looks on the faces of the people around him, and felt annoyed for a moment. He said: "He always asks his parents for money, saying that he wants to buy the same things as the students around him, asking for shoes worth thousands of yuan, stationery worth hundreds of yuan, He didn't even consider how much his parents earn in a month. "
While saying this, he felt that this was so annoying. Was he scolding others or himself? Then he saw that the people around him were angry and said that Si Qi was a worthless person. He felt more and more hurt.
Suddenly, someone interrupted him and said in a bad tone, "Wang Jiu, when did you become like this? You say bad things about others behind their backs in front of so many people."
The Son of the World paused and turned to look at the person opposite him.
That person was a good friend of the original owner, a close friend, and they had known each other for more than ten years. He was also the person that the Son of the World hated the most, except for the original owner.
She would come to him to cause trouble from time to time, her eyes were full of suspicion when she looked at him, and she would sow discord among people everywhere, saying that he had changed, that he was no longer the same as before, that he had a girlfriend, went shopping, ate and drank everywhere, and that he was never like this before.
The Son of the World was anxious and afraid. After hearing these words, he immediately hated this person. He no longer had the patience to be hypocritical with him, and he automatically distanced himself from him, fearing that the other party would see more wrongs.
Hearing this, he smiled and asked back: "I didn't say bad things behind people's backs, I was just too angry."
Several classmates around him nodded: "Yes, Wang Jiu has always been very good, it's normal for him to hate that kind of heartless guy."
The conscienceless Son of the World: "…………"
Damn, I can't talk back after being scolded, I'm so angry! !
But the friend sneered, looked at the Son of the World as if he was looking at a strange monster, turned around and asked his buddies to leave, showing his disgusted attitude very clearly.
Seeing this, the Son of the World was furious again.
Several people nearby couldn't help but ask, "Did you have a quarrel with Xie Man?"
"He's been acting strange lately, always against you."
"That's right, when he looks at you, his eyes aren't eyes and his nose isn't a nose."
The Son of the World pulled the corner of his mouth and said in a sinister tone, "Maybe he's in a bad mood, I won't bother with him."
The people around him were silent. Seeing the Son of the World suppressing his anger, they always felt that something was wrong.
However, this was soon exposed by the Son of the World, who was wholeheartedly disguising his identity. He restored his good temper and talked and laughed with his classmates.
The atmosphere gradually became harmonious and cheerful.
After sending this group away, their doubts were eliminated.
The Son of the World frowned, went out and found several people from other classes, and said to them: "There is a guy named Si Qi in the special class, do you know him?"
Several students nodded when they heard it: "He's the only poor student in the school! Of course we know him."
"The one in the top ten in the grade
, right?" "President, you know him too? This guy is very annoying. Not only is his family poor, but he is also very vain! He always came to us and wanted to take advantage of us - you suddenly mentioned him, what's wrong with him?"
The Son of the World looked unhappy, as for the reason why he looked unhappy... that's hard to say. He said with a gloomy face: "He is pestering my girlfriend. After his confession was rejected, he still keeps showing his affection. His character is not good."
After hearing this, several people around him suddenly realized and started to curse directly: "I said that the bastard looked like a sly guy, and he is really not a scumbag!"
The veins on the forehead of the Son of the World, who was scolded as a sly guy in front of others
, popped out. "He dares to pester our sister-in-law. Why don't you take a piss and see what kind of person he is!"
The face of the Son of the World, who tried to pester his current girlfriend after his confession failed, became more and more gloomy.
"He and our Brother Wang are like heaven and earth. It's strange that my sister-in-law can like him!"
"Enough!" The Son of the World was so angry that his face turned blue. He wanted to get angry but didn't know how to get angry. The more he listened, the more irritating it became.
Seeing that several people were looking at him in confusion, the Son of the World paused and could only say, "I don't like people saying bad things about others in front of me."
Several people around him suddenly realized and complimented him, "That's right, don't mind, Brother Wang, we were too blunt and dirty your ears!"
"It's mainly because we are angry for you. Don't worry, we will help you deal with Si Qi!"
They knew very well what kind of people they were. Wang Jiu suddenly found them and said those words in front of them. What was the purpose? Wasn't it obvious? It
just so happened that they had been fawning on Wang Jiu for so long, but they couldn't get a response from Wang Jiu. Now Wang Jiu took the initiative to ask them for help. They were so happy that they couldn't refuse.
At that time, they patted their chests and agreed.
The Son of the World looked at this group of people who smiled and sent him away, not taking "Si Qi" seriously at all, and
felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Sure enough, poor people are poor people, and they are nothing in the eyes of these powerful people.
He had been dreaming for more than two months, and he didn't want to go back to the old days at all. He wanted to completely crush the only insider "Si Qi" to death, so that he couldn't say a word of the truth, and let him...
The Son of the World thought about these things and returned to his class with a gloomy face.
In the class he passed by, Si Qi was sitting at the desk, flipping through the pages of the book in his hand.
Many female classmates next to him looked at him furtively, whispering in low voices:
"Why didn't I find Si Qi so handsome before."
"Look at him when he is sitting, his temperament..."
It reminds me of a piece of snow falling on a pine tree in winter, dry and clean, without a speck of dust. It also reminds me of the moon covered by dark clouds, the clouds slowly pass by, revealing the bright light behind, the light is elegant and lofty, and my heart yearns for it.
He just sat quietly by the window reading a book, the breeze blew from time to time, blowing up a few strands of his black hair, the sun shone on his body, making people feel warm. This scene is comfortable and peaceful, like a cup of afternoon tea, lazy and comfortable, just looking at it is enjoyable.
The girl never thought that she could see such a good-looking person in the real world, and many words that she would only think of when writing an essay popped up in her mind. As he was watching, he glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye, and then he realized that the class had suddenly become silent for a reason. Everyone's eyes turned to that person, and they subconsciously lowered their voices, as if they were afraid of disturbing each other.
Until the bell rang, everyone returned to their seats.
Si Qi finished reading several books and made sure that he had mastered the content. He put the textbook aside and let Xiu Xiu mobilize the medical information of this world in his consciousness space and began to read.
The Wang family in this world is a medical family. They have opened several hospitals and several companies related to medical supplies and drugs. It can be said that it is a large family with a century-old heritage.
Because the medical field is special in nature, no matter in the business, political or military circles, many people want to have good relations with them and get access to their network. After all, everyone is born as a human being and needs to be hospitalized at some point. When the time comes, you may really be able to save your life because of this relationship, which leads to the Wang family's transcendent status in the upper circle.
The original owner was very interested in curing diseases and saving lives because of what he saw and heard. But his interest seemed a little crooked in his parents' eyes - he didn't like to be a doctor so that he could become the dean of a hospital in the future to inherit the family business; nor did he like to study business management and take over the company as the chairman.
He liked to do scientific research.
And it was the kind of pure scientific research that might not even make any progress in four or five years.
If it were an ordinary family, a child who could become a scientific researcher in the future would definitely be considered "promising", earning 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a month, and occasionally getting dividends from institutions for research results, which is pretty good.
But in a wealthy family like the Wang family, what can an heir who only knows how to do theoretical research, doesn't know how to manage business, and can't even compete do?
No wonder the couple likes the money-minded Son of the World so much. In Xiu Xiu's words, this is like a turtle and a mung bean, and they fall in love with each other.
For money, they can even give up their own son and change him at will. This couple is also amazing.
Si Qi was absent-minded in class and looked at the materials for several classes. The teachers knew that he had just recovered from a serious illness and had just woken up from a vegetative state. They also received a call from Si's parents, saying that they hoped not to tire the child. Seeing Si Qi listening to the lecture with his eyes closed and his hands on his shoulders, they didn't say anything to him.
However, the third class was art, so they had to change classrooms. Si Qi went to another teaching building at the request of his classmates.
Unlike most public schools, the art room in this private school is very large, filled with stone carvings, paints, easels and other tools.
Generally speaking, these things alone can cost a lot of money, and it is impossible to afford them without thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars. The World's Son entered the school as a sponsored student. Not only did he receive a scholarship, but he also received no tuition fees. His teachers prepared all the equipment for him, so he didn't have to worry about falling behind others.
But...
even if he used the same equipment as the people around him, the World's Son was different from the children around him who had received elite education since childhood. He had been promoted from public schools. In his previous art classes, he could only learn the most basic sketching and watch the cartoons that the teacher played in class to cultivate his sentiments. There was nothing more.
After coming to this school, the formal art education in the art studio was completely beyond his understanding. He saw his classmates taking their painting supplies and placing their easels with easel familiarity. That natural and familiar look made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't know how many times he felt out of tune with the people around him, or even inferior to them.
Especially when he saw that the works of others were well-made, while the Son of the World was holding a drawing board that looked like a child's doodle, he lowered his head and imagined the sound of people around him laughing at him. He felt even more unwilling.
He always felt that if his background was the same as these people, he would never have fallen to the point of being laughed at.
It was all his parents' fault that he was dragged down, causing him to lag behind others in even the most basic education, and making him looked down upon by so many people. Obviously, he did nothing wrong. His learning ability was better than anyone else. No matter how many faults he had, it was all because his parents didn't give him a good family background.
And it wasn't just art, but also included equestrianism and swimming in physical education class, piano and violin in music class, and even his poor spoken English in English class, which sounded particularly embarrassing.
Everything seemed to remind him that you were born in a humble family, you couldn't compare to the group of talented people around you, and even if you got into a good university in the future, you would still work for rich families and spend your whole life trying to earn what your peers had since birth.
Until he suddenly had the identity of another boy and had the best family background in the world.
His life changed drastically in an instant.
All the hard days fell on others.
The "others" here of course refers to Si Qi.
Si Qi came to the locker that belonged to "him" and took out the drawing board, easel and paints. He accidentally saw a half-finished work by the Son of the World more than two months ago. He took a careful look at it and moved away with something to say.
It's not that this painting is so clumsy. Even if it is a work drawn by a child, it looks cute and full of childishness.
But the work of the Son of the World is full of utilitarianism. At a glance, you can tell what he wants to express and who he is imitating. It's too artificial, just like him.
Si Qi moved a stool over and sat down. He casually arranged the painting tools, dipped the paintbrush in water and wiped it dry, and dotted the paint on the palette.
Before he put pen to paper, Si Qi had already thought about what he was going to draw. When the brush touched the drawing board, his relaxed attitude attracted the attention of many people who were secretly observing him.
When his painting was almost complete, a little girl found him and smiled shyly and said, "Si Qi, is that a cat you drew? It's so cute."
On the drawing paper, a cute little orange cat was napping on the sofa. The sun was shining on it, and it was lying lazily with its four legs up in the air, its lips slightly open, as if you could hear a soft "meow~". The round little belly was soft and lovely, and just looking at it made people feel good.
Si Qi curled his eyes, dotted the cat's body with light orange that had been diluted many times with water, and turned to look at her: "Yes, it's my friend's cat."
The girl really liked Si Qi's painting. It didn't use any particularly advanced painting techniques, and it didn't have much to do with the momentum, structure, or background. But it made people like it, as if a spring breeze blew through their hearts, and they forgot all their worries.
She said sincerely, "Your paintings are much better than before."
The girl's words attracted the attention of the people around her. They came over curiously to see how good Si Qi's work was. After seeing this, they all nodded, "Yes, it's good."
"I can't help but smile when I look at it."
"Obviously, I'm not interested in cats, but if it's this cat in the painting, I really want to keep it."
"It's so cute."
Many people remember what Si Qi's previous works were like. At the beginning, they were very clumsy, but later they improved quickly. However, no matter how fast he improved, his paintings were still a bit average, and the teacher often gave him only a C.
But this time, a classmate said firmly: "You will definitely get an A." There was
also an art student standing in the crowd, looking down at the work on the drawing board, and then looking at Si Qi, whom he had always disliked. Suddenly, his impression of Si Qi changed a lot.
According to the character of the previous Son of the World, no matter how well he pretended on weekdays, he would often accidentally reveal his true colors. A jealous look, a painting full of imitation, can easily ruin others' good impression of him.
It's just that due to his status as a sponsored student, many people would not bully him and exclude him blatantly, otherwise what would it be? At most, they would just not talk to him and not give him a good look.
But even this little difference in treatment was enough to make the petty Son of the World hate him for a long time. He just felt that this group of people looked down on him as a poor man, and didn't even want to talk to him. He kept thinking "Don't despise the poor young man" and "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west", and regarded this group of classmates who had never spoken to him as his imaginary enemies.
Now this group of imaginary enemies took the initiative to find Si Qi, and their attitude was quite good. They smiled and said: "Your painting realm is very free. I have always wanted to paint this feeling, but I can't get it."
The bell rang at the end of class, and Si Qi put the unfinished work on the easel, covered it with a white cloth embroidered with his name, and placed it in the corner of the studio. As he walked out, he said to the classmate: "In fact, when the time comes, you will be able to draw what you want to draw naturally. The more anxious you are, the harder it will be to draw."
The classmate thought about it carefully, nodded, acknowledged Si Qi's theory, and said helplessly: "But even so, how can I control my thoughts?"
They left the class here, and the next class was art. The students from the next class walked over here.
Si Qi saw the Son of the World in the crowd, his expression did not change, and he continued to talk to the people around him as if he didn't see him. His eyes accidentally fell on someone behind the Son of the World.
The person seemed to have noticed Si Qi in the crowd, and his steps subtly paused for a moment, and then his eyes kept staring at Si Qi, as if he had a grudge against him and stared at him hard.
Si Qi smiled at him, and this familiar smile made the other party's expression suddenly crack, and the whole body tensed up, as if struck by lightning.
Watching Si Qi slowly walking away in the crowd, the other party slowly returned from the blank world around him. The classmates walking behind Si Qi were chatting while walking, and their voices were sent to his ears by the wind: "Si Qi has changed a lot since he came back this time."
"Yeah, his face and clothes haven't changed, but he feels different."
"He has become very elegant!" A girl suddenly became excited: "It's that kind of aristocratic temperament, I can't explain it, but I think the prince must be like this!! Very attractive, you know, he's so handsome that my legs are weak! If he dresses up a little, he will definitely have more than this charm!"
Several friends next to them joked: "You are infatuated again, didn't you say before that you were devoted to the president?"
The girl said embarrassedly: "But, but I suddenly think Si Qi is also very handsome, as handsome as the president!" As
the few people talked, they walked away. Xie Man stared at their backs with a dazed look, and his eyes unconsciously turned to the good friend in front of him who seemed to have become a stranger for a long time.
However, he saw that the other party showed a resentful expression that he had never shown in the past ten years, and should not have shown. He lowered his head with a look of resentment, clenched his fists, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.
Xie Man didn't know what this friend who seemed to have become a different person was thinking, and he had no interest in knowing. He walked past the other party with a cold face, and there was only disappointment in his heart for this person.
In class, he saw the other party hand in the work he had drawn in the previous class to the teacher. The teacher looked at Wang Jiu with some embarrassment, gave him a C, and comforted him a few words: "You may have fallen into a bottleneck. Go back and find your feeling. The more anxious you are to draw, the less spirit you will have."
Wang Jiu had his back to Xie Man, and Xie Man couldn't see Wang Jiu's expression. He just felt that this person must be in a bad mood, even a little gloomy.
He couldn't help but shook his head, and missed the time he spent with the other person more and more. He always felt that he had an important treasure that he accidentally lost, and his heart was empty.
He heard the teacher say: "There is a classmate in the next class whose work is very similar to your previous work. You can ask him for his experience and learn from him."
He didn't know where this sentence touched Wang Jiu's scales. The other party's voice became a little louder, and he said angrily: "No need!"
Xie Man didn't know what expression Wang Jiu had when he said this, but judging from the teacher's reaction as if he was frightened, it must not be a good look.
This Wang Jiu must have been possessed by evil spirits. How could he become such a ghost?
The more he thought about Wang Jiu's changes during this period of time, the more depressed he felt. When he started to paint, he subconsciously chose dark tones, used thick paint, and applied heavy strokes.
In the end, a good picture was painted with deep hatred and gloom.
Obviously, the picture was his favorite little guy now...
Xie Man became even more unhappy because of this, and took the painting to the teacher for scoring.
The teacher frowned as soon as he saw it, took a closer look at Xie Man, gave him a D, and then said, "Have you been under a lot of pressure recently? You are in the third year of high school, and it is also important to relax properly."
Xie Man nodded silently. Seeing this, the teacher thought for a while and said, "Come with me."
He took Xie Man to look in the corner of the studio and found a work covered with white cloth. He lifted the cloth and took a look down. He confirmed that it was the work with a cat like Xie Man's. He said to Xie Man, "You can take a look at this painting and refer to it. You will feel much better after reading it."
After speaking, there was no response for a long time. The teacher turned around in confusion and looked at Xie Man.
Who knows that Xie Man stood there in shock, staring at the work above, and said in disbelief: "How, how could it be, it's my Mimi..."
He raised his head suddenly, grabbed the teacher's arms, and said excitedly: "Teacher, who drew this? Who drew it!! "
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Thank you for the mines of the blue sea! Momo 噠 ＾3 ＾
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