The noisy students in the rehearsal room did not disturb Li Feng.
Li Feng just put the portrait together quietly, and in a short time he put the portrait together.
At this time, Song Qian in the portrait is still so beautiful, but the cracks are just like Song Qian's strong heart, which is already scarred by the words of her classmates and those who only pay attention to it.
People who appear superficial are completely wounded, torn, and torn to pieces.
While Li Feng was silently looking at Song Qian's portrait on the table, a middle-aged man with a ponytail walked into the rehearsal room.
The pony-tailed man was stunned when he saw the unfamiliar face of Li Feng, and then immediately realized that this person was not his student, and couldn't help but roared angrily.
"Which class are you in?
It's our rehearsal time.
Unrelated personnel are not allowed to come in and go out."
Obviously this person is the teacher in this rehearsal room.
The Mawei teacher looked at Li Feng with a look of disgust on his face.
The shabby clothes really detracted from him.
Then he saw Song Qian's portraits put together in front of Li Feng's desk, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
This portrait was confiscated from Song Qian not long ago, torn into pieces and thrown away.
Unexpectedly, this strange boy picked him up and put it together, but why did he put it together?
"Hey that kid, I'm going to talk to you again.
You are in that class.
Who knows the homeroom teacher?
Does he know where this is?
People who are not students of this class are not allowed to come in."
When the Mawei teacher saw that Li Feng didn't answer his question, nor did he show any fear, let alone leave, he couldn't help but feel a little worried on his face, and walked straight to Li Feng, pulling Li Feng's clothes out.
Pull.
"Do you know who did this?"
Li Feng was pulled by Teacher Mawei.
He didn't have any special expression.
Instead, he looked at Teacher Mawei indifferently and pointed at the portrait on the table and asked.
"I tore it into pieces.
Is there any problem?"
Teacher Mawei looked at Li Feng's indifferent expression and felt a little scared for some reason.
If Li Feng was angry or arrogantly resisting, he wouldn't feel this way.
It's just that this indifference has a meaning of the calm before the storm.
If he thinks anything dangerous will happen, it will happen.
A shuddering feeling.
"Why tear it up" When Li Feng heard Teacher Mawei admit it, he was not furious, but just asked a calm and ordinary question.
Teacher Mawei's breathing was a little difficult, and he felt that the air around him was frozen.
But at this time, he also discovered that in the rehearsal room, all the students' eyes were unknowingly focused on him.
Thinking that this was a school and he was a teacher, this man didn't dare to do anything, so he was too courageous.
A little older, he said loudly.
"I saw Song Qian coming to class with a portrait of someone else, and she kept looking at it, so I confiscated it.
Song Qian got hysterical and actually thought it was her in the painting.
Of course I wanted to tear it into pieces.
This is all for my students.
Boy, this is none of your business.
Get out of here.
Come on, we are going to rehearse.
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As he said that, Teacher Mawei winked at the short winter melon at the door.
The pudgy young man understood immediately and took the lead in speaking.
"By the way, we're ready to rehearse.
Come on out, kid.
Did you hear what Teacher Yang said?
We're going to rehearse.
If you're not from our class, get out of this classroom."
Under the scolding of the short and fat young man, the other boys in the rehearsal room also pointed at Li Feng and started yelling and scolding.
There were even a few stout students who had already walked towards Li Feng, planning to ask Li Feng out personally. meaning.
"You think the person in the painting is not her" There was a cold smile on the corner of Li Feng's mouth.
As long as a teacher with a little bit of humanity, when facing a student like Song Qian, he would naturally lean towards him and would not attack him like this.
But this teacher actually He also tore up Song Qian’s portrait and said it was not Song Qian but someone else.
This was a naked trampling on Song Qian’s dignity and he had no regard for the feelings of his students.
"Is this how you do as a teacher?
Is this how you treat your students?"
Li Feng stared at the ponytail teacher with his eyes fixed, his voice neither happy nor sad, not like a human voice.
The ponytail teacher's expression was also very ugly.
He was told by a poor student that he was a teacher, and he was about to reprimand Li Feng immediately.
At this moment, the pudgy young man next to him spoke.
"Hey Teacher Yang, this guy is Sister Chou'er's boyfriend, and he is really infatuated with Sister Chou'er.
Didn't you let Sister Chou'er draw a self-portrait of yourself?
If you show it to him, it counts as letting him.
I’m so disappointed, but maybe this guy will secretly keep it and watch it and masturbate every day.”
Hearing Xiao Donggua's words, the girls in the rehearsal room all rolled their eyes, while the boys laughed.
Not only these students, but also the ponytailed teacher Yang showed a strange smile to Li Feng, with a hint of teasing in his mouth.
This guy really has a lot of taste.
He even wants that kind of ugly girl.
What a weird couple from Jiangnan University.
"Humph, I'll let you take a look at Victoria Song's self-portrait.
Let you see if the person in that painting is her."
Teacher Yang glanced at Li Feng, took out a crumpled self-portrait from the folder under his arm, and threw it to Li Feng.
In the portrait, Song Qian's black birthmark covering most of her face was so conspicuous.
Li Feng could imagine that Song Qian must have painted this painting with tears in her eyes without her will.
It was caused by being soaked with tears.
From this, we can see how painful Song Qian was when painting this painting.
The tears were so clear that even now Li Feng could feel her sadness.
"Hmm, isn't it just asking her to draw a self-portrait of herself so that she can get a better understanding of herself?
It's not like that.
She's crying like that, as if I've done something to her.
It's really disgusting."
The pony-tailed teacher Yang seemed to have also seen this wrinkled painting, and thought of the scene when Song Qian was painting.
There was some sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, and he muttered disdainfully.
His underestimation was just to complain to himself.
His voice was very soft, just like a mosquito buzzing a few times.
He thought that no one could hear it.
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However, his body tightened suddenly and he felt light.
Li Feng was so stunned.
He grabbed the collar and raised it.
"Hey kid, what do you want to do?
Don't mess around.
I showed you the painting.
She even admitted that it's not her.
I'm a teacher.
You can't let me go if you mess around."
The pony-tailed teacher Yang was startled when he was suddenly lifted up, and then he immediately struggled and threatened and persuaded Li Feng
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