Chapter 02 The fox's true face cannot be exposed 3
I sat in the classroom absent-mindedly, scribbling on the drawing board, while secretly thinking of the next way to make Wei Jimu lose his patience and get angry.
"President, I don't seem to know how to do this. Can you give me some pointers?"
"President, I've finished drawing. What do you think?"
"President, can you help me check if there is any problem with my use of colors?"
Sounds like these, like the cries of vendors in the vegetable market, rang in my ears one after another.
Wei Jimo was like a busy man, shuttling around every corner of the classroom, patiently guiding everyone's requests for advice or questions, gracefully and perfectly without a single flaw.
I frowned and thought of a plan.
"Report to the president." I opened my voice, so loud that Mu Xiyue beside me quickly covered her face, "I've finished it too."
"Oh?" Wei Jimu raised his eyebrows, seeming to be quite interested in me. He left the girl beside him and strode towards me. "Although classmate Lin is a freshman, his efficiency seems to be quite good."
"President, what do you think of my painting?" Ignoring the girl's glances flying towards me, I raised the painting in my hand and successfully attracted the attention of the entire classroom in a high-profile manner.
There was a sudden sound of people gasping in the classroom. Mu Xiyue, who was standing beside her, shrank her body and lowered her head even more.
"With her condition, she dares to join our calligraphy and painting club?"
"That's right, this level is about the same as that of a senior kindergarten class!"
"Ahhh, no, this is intolerable. I really can't take it anymore! If this goes on, our calligraphy and painting society will be laughed at by other societies."
All kinds of criticizing voices were automatically filtered out from my ears. I looked at Wei Jimo without changing my expression, smiling like a crazy fan.
"Uh... Mr. Lin, what are you drawing?" Wei Jimo's shoulders seemed to tremble.
"Phoenix." I blinked and asked innocently, "Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from , President, haven't you heard of it?"
"Hahaha, she's called a phoenix? I think she's a pheasant!"
"Calling her a pheasant is a compliment. Humph, this is clearly a duck."
The voices in the classroom became increasingly dissatisfied and angry.
But the angrier I am, the more excited I am!
Are you dissatisfied? Can't stand it anymore?
Then drive me away!
In order to calm public anger and to protect the reputation of the calligraphy and painting society, President, please get me out of here right away.
Then the front-page headline of tomorrow’s school newspaper will be decided!
"Ahem..." Wei Jimo cleared his throat, his expression sincere and tolerant, "Classmates, please be quiet. I think classmate Lin must have had little contact with painting in the past. Who of us doesn't know how to start? I think we should give her some time to learn. Don't you agree?"
Wei Jimo's words successfully shut up the group of dissatisfied girls.
I was so angry that my teeth were itching, but there was a hint of excitement and anticipation on my face: "Then can the president teach me how to draw?"
"Of course no problem." Wei Jimu answered straightforwardly.
I was secretly excited, not caring about the light in the room that was enough to pierce me like a sieve. I pretended to be excited and grabbed Wei Jimo's hand, playing the role of a nympho who succeeded in his conspiracy to the extreme.
"Thank you, President."
"Student Lin, you see, we should..." Wei Jimo explained to me while trying to pull his hand out of my palm without leaving any trace.
"Oops!" I laughed in my heart, but my right hand holding the paintbrush shook deliberately.
The next second, a bold stroke of color appeared on Wei Jimo’s exquisitely crafted and expensive handmade white shirt.
"President, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
"Hiss..." The sound of people gasping for breath was heard again in the classroom.
"That's the president's favorite shirt!"
"This guy, isn't here to learn painting, he's here to cause trouble, right?"
"President..." I pinched my thigh hard, tears welled up in my eyes, "I'm sorry. How about you take it off and let me take it back and wash it for you."
I reached out to unbutton Wei Jimo's shirt. Eyes in the classroom flew towards me from all directions again.
If sight could kill, I believe I would have died a thousand times today!
"No need." Wei Jimu frowned quickly, and his expression returned to normal in an instant.
If I hadn't been able to see his expression clearly from my angle, I would have really thought that he didn't care at all.
"Is the president afraid that I can't wash it clean?" Tears ran down my cheeks and fell to the corners of my mouth, tasting salty. I lowered my eyelashes and blinked them, hiding all the smugness in my eyes. "How about I buy a new shirt tomorrow to compensate the president?"
"Compensation? Can you afford it?"
Before Wei Jimo could say anything, his supporters had already lost their patience.
"Do you think the shirt you're wearing is cheap? Can you buy it anywhere? Let me tell you, the shirt the president is wearing was specially hand-made by a designer in Paris."
The person who spoke was a girl with outstanding looks and fashionable clothes. Her good looks and delicate makeup made her look very beautiful. Unfortunately, her aggressive attitude while speaking completely destroyed her temperament.
"I tell you, even if you sell everything you wear from head to toe, you still may not be able to afford the shirt the president is wearing."
"What should I do?" Being weak all the time is not my style. After playing the role of a pitiful person, I began to become tough.
Especially since it is impossible to anger Wei at the end of the season, it would be nice to anger his die-hard fans.
"Does this student mean that I should fly to Paris to order a custom-made shirt to compensate the president?"
"Just you?" The girl looked me up and down and said with disdain, "Don't even mention that you may not have that much money. Even if you have money, people won't do it for you because of your status. Do you know that the designer is..."
"Okay, it's okay. It's just a shirt, just wash it. There's no need to hurt the friendship between our classmates because of it. Don't you agree?" The girl's words were interrupted by Wei Jimo's gentle voice.
He patted his shirt nonchalantly and smiled a brilliant smile that could instantly stun all the girls present.
Of course, I am the only exception!
Because I seemed to have seen that beneath Wei Jimo's perfect smile, there was a look of imminent collapse and a murderous intent.
Chairman Wei, why don’t you surrender?
Then, just wait and see!
