The next morning, Li Orange was double late again.

　　When he arrived, the first class was already halfway through, and the teacher was writing on the blackboard, making an impassioned speech.

　　When other students were late, they had to carefully go around the back door and enter the classroom when no one was looking. The teacher couldn't help him, so she told him to get back to his seat without seeing him.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get back to your seat, and the beta boys in the front row turned their heads and looked at him with reverence.

　　Li Orange was shocked by the row of burning eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

　　Little brother A smiled heatedly and held out his thumb: "Brother Li, bully!"

　　Knight Orange:?

　　Li Orange pretended to be calm and asked, "So tell me, where exactly am I being awesome?"

　　Younger brother B: "Don't be modest, that incident last night, the whole school has spread the word!"

　　The whole school has heard about it!" Li Orange was confused, what did he do last night? He was so tired after training last night that he fell asleep and didn't even have time to do the daily tasks in the game.

　　Without waiting for him to continue asking, Little Brother C had already told his heroic deeds.

　　"Someone ran into Wei Rong at the hospital last night! He was bruised and swollen, walking with a limp, and had bandages on his armpits!" The youngest brother, C, was very excited and used his careful thinking to reason out the truth of the matter, "Brother Li must have done it! That guy wanted to eat the flesh of a swan, and you've seen him in a bad light for a long time! Last night he asked you to meet him at the entrance of the school, you went to the meeting alone, up and down, beat him to the ground, waiting to be fed, and finally a punch to determine the mountain! Beat him straight into the hospital, so that he never dares to come and harass you again, right?"

　　Li Orange: "......"

　　Li Orange: ?

　　Li Orange awkwardly cleared his throat and wanted to clarify, but he looked at the adoring looks of his little brothers and turned a corner on his words.

　　He waved his hand, his attitude was casual: "Okay, this kind of mosquito big little thing, still need you to promote for me?"

　　The youngest brother smacked his lips: "That is an alpha ah!"

　　Li Orange said indifferently: "What's wrong with alpha? I can beat up a guy like Wei Rong with just one hand."

　　"Brother Li is really a hero!"

　　"Come on, keep a low profile, study for self-study." The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

　　The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the hospital for a long time.

　　But it doesn't matter, Li Orange is not a day or two to annoy him, someone to send him a ride for the sake of heaven, Li Orange is happy to be free.

　　I hope this time, Wei Rong can be honest for a while, do not come to harass him again.

　　......

　　At the same time, the senior teaching building.

　　Xiao Yiheng opened his exercise book and was about to put pen to paper when he heard the girls in his class chattering and sharing gossip.

　　"Have you guys looked at the campus network?" The girl exclaimed, "The particularly famous omega Li Orange in the second year of high school, beat up an alpha pursuing him in the hospital last night at the school gate!

　　Xiao Yiheng: "......"

　　Xiao Yiheng:?

　　Who? Who beat him up?

　　......

　　With the heavy workload in high school, the three major sub-subjects of music, physical education and art were a must for all major subject teachers.

　　Every Monday, the main subject teachers would crowd in front of the class schedule and pretend to ask, "Class schedule, class schedule, let me see which lucky sub subject teacher is sick this week?"

　　The only class that never "gets sick" is the sophomore class (13) - the class that Li Orange is in.

　　The only way is to let Li Orange be the school bully, who dares to withhold his beauty and body sounds when he is not happy?

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　　The students in the sophomore class (13) can have three periods of sub-subject classes every week.

　　It was a Wednesday, and there was an art class in the afternoon.

　　The art teacher, Qiu Xian, is a female omega, eight months pregnant, delicate and weak, and cannot work long hours, so she has been teaching them to draw still life for the last few weeks - just a few bottles and jars of apples and bananas on the table, a brush and a drawing board for each student, and they can stay honestly for the whole class.

　　She also knew that the children did not come to art class to learn to draw, but to relax, chat, play with cell phones, quietly talk about a relationship, so every time she turned a blind eye to the class, as long as the students do not tear the classroom apart, as they how to make trouble.

　　Qiu Xian set up her own drawing board in the corner of the studio, spread out the paper and quietly painted her own picture.

　　Not long after, a pair of bright eyes appeared above the drawing board.

　　"Teacher Qiu!" Li orange blonde hair like a little lion, playfully asked, "Let's make a deal? Every time we have to draw those broken apples and bananas in class, we are tired of drawing them."

　　Qiu Xian asked him, "If you don't draw still life, then what do you draw?"

　　Li Orange said, "Draw people!"

　　After thinking about it, Qiu Xian agreed: "That's fine. There are still a few plaster figures in the cabinet, you go and move them out ......"

　　"No, no, no, I mean--" Li Orange stretched out a finger pointing to his nose, "--draw 'people ', living people."

　　Only then did Qiu Xian understand what he was up to. She lost her smile, "You want to be a model? Let people draw you?" This little kid was too self-absorbed. "Modeling is to sit there and can't move, can you sit still?"

　　"How can you not sit still?" Li Orange raised his eyebrows, "You do not underestimate me!"

　　So in this way, the art class assignment for the sophomore (13) class changed from bottles and jars of apples and bananas to a large living person.

　　Li Orange sat on the chair in the middle, grinning broadly, with his legs forked and his hands clasped over his chest, posing in a shape that he thought was handsome and dashing, and said to his classmates, "Come on, you guys draw it!"

　　He didn't ask the other students if they wanted to draw him. He was the school bully, and his opinion was everyone's opinion!

　　So the students could only exchange a helpless look, picked up their brushes, and began to rack their brains to scribble Leyland's appearance on the drawing paper.

　　But they were not art students, so they drew a still life in a twisted way, how could they draw a person?

　　When Li Orange got tired of sitting down and came down with his hands behind his back and square steps, he saw a sheet of paper with a strange and crooked shape of himself.

　　Li Orange: "......"

　　Li Orange thought, could it be that I have misunderstood my own looks? But I remember that the person in the mirror was neither cross-eyed nor had a garlic nose. With such a square face, is it me they're drawing, or is it SpongeBob SquarePants?

　　The beta boys were holding the abstract portraits for his critique and asked him doggedly, "Brother Li, what do you think?"

　　Brother Li thought it was very bad.

　　Without waiting for Knight Orange to lose his temper, Qiu Xian caught him and asked, "How come there are models like you? It's only lasted a few minutes, and you've slipped up?"

　　Li Orange didn't dare to argue with his pregnant art teacher, so he muttered in a low voice, "Who can hold on if they have to sit motionless for so long?"

　　Qiu Xian laughed: "Someone can really hold out."

　　After saying that, Qiu Xian turned around and took out a pile of drawing paper from the cabinet and handed it to him: "This is the character sketch drawn by the senior class (1)."

　　Li Orange was shocked: "Senior 3 can still take art classes?"

　　Qiu Xian: "The school bully class has privileges, and the school bully class naturally has privileges."

　　School bully: "......"

　　Li Orange cursed in his heart as he took the pile of character sketches and looked down at them.

　　On a sheet of sketch paper cut into 16-page sheets, the same figure was drawn.

　　--The young man was sitting in front of the window, his white shirt pulled up to the cuffs, holding a book in his hands. He was so focused that the breeze blew through his hair and didn't call his attention away.

　　The students in the class are very versatile, and they draw sketches of people with style. The boy's features were carefully sculpted with each pencil, his eyes, his lips, his angular jaw, his throat knot, his bony fingers ......

　　Li Orange looked over the sketches. One by one, the pictures were put together to form a complete picture of the man in the painting.

　　In that instant, it was as if something had hit Knight Orange's heart, very heavy and very light.

　　He cleared his throat and asked, "Teacher Qiu, who is this?"

　　Qiu Xian: "Huh? You don't know him?"

　　This is not something that Li Orange likes to hear, he hummed, "Che, should I know him? Why doesn't he come and meet me?"

　　Qiu Xian smiled: "He is the senior Xiao Yiheng, is the popular figure in our school. But the year you started school, he went abroad to study on exchange and only returned this semester."

　　Li Orange thought, "The man of the hour? How popular can it be? Can it be more popular than yourself?

　　He vaguely remembered that there were many trophies on the display shelves in the principal's office, and the name of the highest row of trophies seemed to be written "Xiao Yiheng".

　　For this matter, Li Orange even went to Principal Xu and asked him, "Who is that Xiao Yiheng? I have more trophies than him, why not put my trophy in the first row, why should he be above me?"

　　What did Xu Wanli say at that time?

　　Oh, I think Xu Wanli said, "He is the senior brother, senior brother should be on top of junior brother."

　　Tally!

　　What kind of hot chicken brother is worthy of being on top of him?

　　Thinking about this matter, Li Orange stared at the thick pile of portrait paintings, and the more he looked at them, the more unpleasant he felt. As for the momentary heartbeat imbalance just now, it was also attributed to his illusion.

　　......

　　After school, teacher Qiu Xian, holding her pregnant belly, struggled to clean up the art classroom.

　　In these days, more and more omega choose artificial womb - womb, through technology to create a new little life in the culture chamber. It is very rare for an omega like her to insist on conceiving her own baby.

　　She feels that this is a rare experience, October pregnancy, can be closer to the baby. Only, pregnancy brings too much inconvenience.

　　Just like now, it was difficult for her to bend down and lift a plaster statue that was laid on the floor.

　　"Teacher Qiu, you sit down and rest, I'll do it." A male voice rang out.

　　Xiao Yiheng walked quickly into the classroom, first helped Qiu Xian to sit aside, then helped her to pack up the plaster statues on the floor and put them into the locker one by one.

　　After Qiu Xian sat down, she hammered her sore legs and sighed, "Xiao, thanks for helping me."

　　Xiao Yiheng said, "This is as it should be. Rather, I want to thank the teacher for lending me the art classroom to draw."

　　Except for Qiu Xian, almost no one knew that Xiao Yiheng was very talented in drawing.

　　At first, he just wanted to find a quiet place to read, and the art classroom, with its tables and chairs and few students coming over, was the best rest area.

　　By chance, he was encouraged by Qiu Xian to pick up a brush - Qiu Xian was surprised to find that Xiao Yiheng had an innate sense of color!

　　He played with every light and dark light, he easily took those colors.

　　He never thought about "how to paint here", as long as he put down his brush, it was a landscape.

　　Qiu Xian cherished his talent and taught him everything.

　　But at the same time, she regrets that for an alpha like Xiao Yiheng, his future is already written, he will win more trophies in academic competitions, enter the top universities, and study the latest technology ...... For him, painting will always be a hobby to cultivate his emotions.

　　Xiao Yiheng did not know what Mr. Qiu was thinking. He was always reticent, and after quietly cleaning up the classroom, he moved his easel from the corner.

　　A painting often takes a long time to draw, so he comes over after class every day to draw for a while. A few days ago he finished a piece of artwork and commissioned Qiu Xian to send it to a gallery for consignment.

　　He set up the easel, arranged the frame, and began to make a draft.

　　Qiu Xian asked him, "What are you going to paint this time?"

　　Xiao Yiheng replied, "Paint the sunset on the playground."

　　Qiu Xian: "Are you still unwilling to draw a portrait?"

　　From the time Xiao Yiheng first picked up a brush to now, he had never painted a human portrait except for plaster portraits, which was very strange.

　　Xiao Yiheng did not answer positively, but asked rhetorically, "Teacher, why did you bring up this matter again?"

　　Qiu Xian said, "I corrected the portrait homework of your class a few days ago. It is worthy of being a hegemonic class, the students are generally good at drawing, but I still want to see your drawing of yourself."

　　Xiao Yiheng was helpless: "I'm not that narcissistic."

　　Speaking of narcissism, Qiu Xian laughed: "Speaking of which, today the second year of high school also drew portraits. The model is that Li Orange, you should have heard of him, right? He had to let the class draw him, and he wasn't happy when he drew ugly."

　　Xiao Yiheng: Is he recently a five elements offender Li Orange, how come everywhere you go you can hear this name?

　　"I've heard of him." Only never seen. Xiao Yiheng was a little curious about the school bully's looks and asked, "Can I see the homework of their class?"

　　Qiu Xian gladly agreed.

　　She got up and took out the homework of the sophomore class (13) from the shelf and handed it over.

　　Xiao Yiheng lowered his eyes and looked at the drawing paper.

　　--A portrait of a person at the top, with eyes like copper bells, big ears, eyebrows like onion segments, a clear face, bared teeth and cross flesh.

　　Xiao Yiheng: "......"

　　Xiao Yiheng thought, this campus a bully, look quite original.