Chapter 120 The poor are poor, and they are useless.
"Oh my god, he's still wearing the No. 1 Middle School uniform..."
"The temperature is so low today, isn't he cold?"
The mocking voice from before sounded again, its contempt and disgust growing stronger, as if the air in the same room with Qi Yan was filled with the smell of poverty and filth.
"Has he no sense of shame? He's still eating. Tsk, poor people are poor, they can't help themselves."
The whispers stopped, and the words about the poor were like a map cannon, almost blasting away everyone in the classroom.
Animation is not a popular major at National Tsing Hua University. Except for a few people like Qi Yan who truly love comics and make comics their dream, most of the students are transferred here.
To put it bluntly, the animation major at Tsinghua University is filled with students who were rejected by other majors and who have high aspirations and no self-awareness.
The vast majority of these people are ordinary people, and in the eyes of the powerful and the rich second generation, these ordinary people are all poor.
One sentence offends everyone, and the effect of the bombardment is no more than this.
"Yang Hong."
Another voice was heard. It was the voice that had made the final decision under the acclaim of all the stars. The voice was very clear and had a unique charm, but it was not childish or feminine. It sounded pleasant, somewhere between that of a boy and a man. It was not difficult to imagine how intoxicating this voice would be if it sang coquettishly.
His voice was not very majestic, but his identity was very intimidating. As soon as he opened his mouth, Yang Hong shut up unwillingly.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The class bell rang and the professor walked in with a book, breaking the tense in the room.
Qi Yan opened the book and flipped through it following the professor's lecture progress.
He has a very good memory. He can remember most knowledge after reading it once, write it down after reading it twice, and apply it flexibly in the exam after reading it three times. For many things, he can understand them by himself without the teacher explaining them clearly.
After listening to half of the class, he started drawing on the blank space of the book out of boredom.
The thin pencil tip moved flexibly on the snow-white paper. With just a few strokes, the character's physical characteristics were all outlined, making it lifelike and vivid on the paper.
He had conceived a complete little story in his mind, and he wanted to draw it into a comic and submit it for publication, but he had no money to buy a computer and a drawing tablet, so he could only draw on books in his spare time to satisfy his drawing craving.
"You draw so well." A clear voice suddenly sounded beside me.
Qi Yan was startled and found that someone had sat next to him without him noticing.
The other party continued, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to say sorry on behalf of Yang Hong. He was rather rude in his words, and I hope you don't take it to heart."
Qi Yan closed the book, raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, moved his butt away, and took the initiative to increase the distance between them.
Pei Xing seemed unaware of his deliberate distance. He smiled and said, "Your painting skills are so mature. You're the best I've ever seen at your age. Let's be friends. My name is Pei Xing. What's your name?"
Pei Xing's smile has a sweetness that is rare in boys. It is very gentle and non-aggressive. His facial features are not delicate and prominent, but the combination of these features makes him harmless and can easily make people let down their guard and draw closer to each other.
However, Qi Yan was not impressed by his proactive gesture and looked at the blackboard with a wooden face.
It was a rare opportunity for Pei Xing to take the initiative to make friends but he didn't get a response. He froze for a moment, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
Qi Yan was very tall, even when sitting down he was still half a head taller than Pei Xing.
His face is very attractive. If it weren't for his overly long hair that makes his temperament too gloomy and his abrupt school uniform that is too shabby, his face would definitely be on the list of Tsinghua University's most handsome boys.
But what Pei Xing cared about most was Qi Yan's painting skills.
He also studied painting and had a painter mother. He was influenced by art since he was a child. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. He could see at a glance how amazing Qi Yan's talent in painting was.
Pei Xing was very surprised and even envious. No matter how hard he tried, he could never draw such a charming and spiritual image.
He paused and continued, "I really like your paintings. Can we be friends? We can..."
Qi Yan glanced at him coldly.
It was a look that could almost be described as cold, yet it possessed a profound, piercing power. Pei Xing was startled, as if he were being looked down upon by this impoverished, shabby, lower-class person.
The next second, a strange feeling of shame and anger at being despised surged into my heart.
The only son of the Pei family, the grandson of the Cui family, he is one of the most precious treasures in the Beijing circle. He is treated like a prince and pampered. No matter who is his peer, they have to give him some face when they see him. Although he is not arrogant, many people are afraid that a word will displease him and stay away from him.
It was rare for him to take the initiative to make friends, but his sincerity was trampled upon like this.
This was the first time in his life that someone dared to treat him coldly like this.
Pei Xing could hardly maintain the smile on his face. The corners of his stiff mouth twitched a few times before finally stretching into a straight line.
He stood up and sat back down.
The professor noticed but turned a blind eye to his disruptive behavior.
Pei Xing, Yang Hong and the others were from aristocratic families who could not be offended. They respected him enough for him to come to class, so how could they dare to interfere with him?
As soon as Pei Xing left, Qi Yan lowered his head as if nothing had happened.
Open the book and continue the unfinished painting.
But perhaps because of the influence, he could not be satisfied with the painting. The more he painted, the uglier and more distorted it became.
Qi Yan exerted force and the pencil lead broke with a "snap".
He turned his head to look at Pei Xing, who was also looking at him. After noticing his gaze, she turned her head away proudly. Her snow-white skin exuded a pearly luster in the dim classroom, a beauty that only comes from being spoiled.
Qi Yan pulled his lower lip sarcastically.
The round deer eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous look suddenly appeared in the dark pupils.
No matter how good his face is, the hypocrisy and snobbery beneath the skin will make him sick.
He withdrew his gaze, closed the book, opened another can of instant porridge and started eating it openly.
Pei Xing: “…” So angry!
Yang Hong: “…” Lowly pig!
The professor, who had a panoramic view of everything from the podium: “…” Why hasn’t the get out of class ended yet?
In theory, the professor can deduct students' regular marks for eating in class, but the premise of deducting Qi Yan's regular marks is to deduct Pei Xing's regular marks. Pei Xing doesn't dare to offend him, so how can he single out Qi Yan for criticism?
After the professor finished two classes, he picked up his books and left.
It’s not advisable to stay here for long, goodbye!
The morning was full of classes, but there were no classes in the afternoon. After Qi Yan finished four classes, he locked his books in the storage box under the teaching building.
The locker was charged by the time it was used, and the accumulated amount was quite large. Qi Yan felt bad about it, but he could only leave it at school. If he dared to take the books back, they would be torn to pieces as soon as he entered the school.
Stepping into the cold and dark corridor again, Qi Yan glanced at Gu Nan's house before going home.
The door was closed and it was quiet. I wondered if she was at home?
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