Apical Dodder Flower (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 22

    On a whole blackboard newspaper, the words written by Yuan Ting and Yang Li are still well preserved, except that all of Su Tang’s paintings have been erased, and they have been wiped clean, and there is nothing left. .

    Su Tang looked at the large blank space with a heavy sadness in her heart. In the previous paintings, every stroke and stroke, she was very careful, even if there were some flaws, she would wipe it out and start over. Participating in the production of the blackboard newspaper was the first thing she did for this new collective after she came to this new collective, so she was perfect and tried her best to be the best she could. In fact, she didn't learn painting formally, but there was art class in elementary school, and she also learned some of them in general. Although her paintings are not the best, because of her dedication, the pictures she draws on the blackboard still give people a bright impression. Last night, Yuan listened to her paintings and praised her straightforwardly, “Have you learned how to paint? It’s really good.” In fact, she didn’t learn it systematically, but she was very serious and very serious this time. With your heart, you can get the approval of Yuan Ting. After that, Su Tang's heart became more and more motivated. Last night, she had already figured out what to draw today, so that this time the blackboard newspaper could be more attractive.

    But at this moment, all her paintings are gone.

    She spent so much time, so much energy and labor, and was ruined ruthlessly by others.

    It is impossible to say that it is not sad, not to lose.

    Su Tang could not think of a second person besides Fu Xiaoya who might do this. After she stood there for a while, she recovered and put Jiang Chi's schoolbag on his desk.

    Jiang Chi said in the morning that something was wrong, so he did not go to the classroom directly, but gave the schoolbag to him. Su Tang. After it was over, Su Tang glanced at the seat where Fu Xiaoya was, and she found that Fu Xiaoya was not there at this time, and she didn't know what to do. At this time, the Chinese class representative had already walked to the podium and was about to start Chinese morning reading. Su Tang took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions as soon as possible. After finishing the textbook, he took out the Chinese textbook and followed the class. The people on the table recite together.

    After the Chinese morning reading, there was still no one in Fu Xiaoya's seat, but Su Tang saw that her schoolbag was already there, which meant that Fu Xiaoya should be in school.

    Su Tang hesitated for a long time in his seat.

    She stood up for a while, then sat down again. This was repeated three times, and Zhai Lu, who was sitting in her front seat, immediately noticed her abnormality.

    Zhai Lu turned her head and asked, "Su Tang, what's the matter with you? Why do you look like you're standing still?"

    Su Tang immediately sat back in his seat and said arbitrarily, "No. It's okay."

    Zhai Lu looked at her suspiciously.

    Su Tang pursed her lips, pretending to be innocent, and took out the textbooks for the next physics class.

    Seeing her like this, Zhai Lu did not continue to ask questions, but she turned to another thing, "Su Tang, all the paintings you painted were erased by someone. This thing must be Fu Xiaoya's bitch. It did."

    Zhai Lu seemed to be at odds with Fu Xiaoya. When she mentioned this name, she had a bit of gnashing her teeth. When she said these words, she spoke with anger, as if she was injustice for Su Tang.