What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 22 Painting

As usual, the sound of mahjong playing can be heard from the barber shop with iron fence on Nancheng Old Street.

After saying goodbye to Lu Rover and the others, Tan Jingyang told Ji Zhun that he had a gift for him, and then brought Ji Zhun and Tan Le here.

Looking at the faint light coming from the crack in the door, Ji Zhun was confused and said: "Don't tell me that the gift you gave me was to entertain me to play cards."

Tan Jingyang opened the iron fence and motioned for Ji Zhun to enter the house. When Huazi and the others at the table saw that Tan Jingyang had brought someone over, they all stopped looking at the cards.

"Hey, isn't this the buddy who was blocked by the big bald head last time?" Huazi still had a toothpick in his mouth.

Ji Zhun nodded at Hua Zi and the other three, and introduced himself: "Ji Zhun, thank you very much before."

Several people saw that Ji Zhun was quite upright, and they got to know each other within a few words, and asked Ji Zhun if he wanted to have supper together later.

"We both ate." Tan Jingyang took the conversation and said to Huazi, "Help me watch Xiaole for a while, and I will take Jizhun up there."

Hua Zi looked a little surprised, but he still bit his toothpick and responded calmly: "Oh, OK."

Ji Zhun followed Tan Jingyang up the wooden ladder in the back room and climbed to the roof of the bungalow.

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow, bringing the fragrance of the oleander planted opposite the house.

Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes slightly: "Take me to the roof..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Tan Jingyang sitting diagonally opposite him holding a drawing board. He was sharpening a pencil with a sharp blade under the light of the street lamp.

Ji Zhun immediately swallowed his words and sat on the tiles on the roof. He looked at Tan Jingyang sharpening his pen with interest and asked, "Can you still draw?"

Tan Jing raised her head without raising her head, only slightly twitching the corners of her mouth: "There are still many things you don't know."

"Yes." Ji Zhun nodded in agreement, "Treasure boy."

"Have I started painting?" Tan Jingyang put the blade aside and looked up at Jizhun, "Just sit there casually, don't be too deliberate."

Ji Zhun nodded, then curled up one leg and stretched the other, put his arm on the curled up leg and asked Tan Jingyang, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, it would look better if I put on a big colorful scarf."

"Damn." Jizhun laughed angrily, "Tan Jingyang, don't be mean."

"Just kidding, handsome."

Tan Jingyang placed the pencil between himself and Jizhun and compared it, as if composing a picture. Then he started to draw a few strokes at a time, and then looked up at Ji Zhun.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and all that could be heard was the rustling of insects in the grass.

"Tan Jingyang." Ji Zhun licked his lips, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"Whatever." Tan Jingyang replied, but the drawing action on his hand did not stop.

Ji Zhun took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, lit one and held it between his fingers, and continued chatting with Tan Jingyang while smoking.