Xiao Qian's life soon had to stop and she sat down in the classroom.
Seeing his bored look, Li Qingjue felt as if he had won a great battle, and even sang during class.
Xiao Qian was helpless. Who asked for the final exam?
Normally he can do whatever he wants, but he has to take the exam. If he doesn't get good grades, the school will be helpless.
"You can't see me, so you miss me very much?"
Anyway, I am idle, so Xiao Qian asked.
Unexpectedly, he just said one word, and Li Qingjue, who was still singing, fell silent instantly. Before Xiao Qian could react, the sound of wailing could be heard throughout the classroom.
Good guy, the originally quiet and harmonious classroom suddenly became chaotic. Everyone looked over curiously, and also attracted the beautiful and elegant English teacher.
"What's going on? Classmate Xiao Qian, why are you bullying classmate Li Qingjue?"
Xiao Qian was wronged.
"Teacher, isn't this sexist? Why am I the one bullying her?"
The English teacher said matter-of-factly: "You are a boy, isn't it your problem?"
Xiao Qian tilted her chin and said quietly: "Teacher, you said it, it will snow in Shanghai in June."
The English teacher rolled his eyes.
The kid is young, but he knows a lot.
The top priority is to appease Li Qingjue.
"Classmate Li Qingjue, tell the teacher, why are you crying? Tell the teacher, is it Xiao Qian who bullied you?"
Xiao Qian seriously suspected that the English teacher was retaliating for his refusal to participate in the Shanghai Youth English Contest.
Why does no one believe him when he says he is not a genius?
The gentleness of the English teacher allowed Li Qingjue to finally find his backbone and immediately began to accuse Xiao Qian of his crimes.
"Teacher, Xiao Qian is acting like a hooligan, wuwuwuwu..."
The English teacher's face immediately turned red, and the way he looked at Xiao Qian changed.
Xiao Qian, on the other hand, didn't even come up for a breath and quickly redressed his grievance.
"Teacher, don't believe her. Even if I have the intention, I don't have the ability."
As a result, the English teacher's hand instantly covered his collar, and he couldn't help but move farther away from Xiao Qian.
"How do you know this?"
Xiao Qian shook her head quickly and tried to make her eyes pure.
"I don't understand."
Anyway, he looked like I was still young and I had the final say, which made the English teacher helpless.
She put the breakthrough point on Li Qingjue.
"Classmate Li Qingjue, tell the teacher how Xiao Qian acted like a gangster?"
Li Qingjue has cried and turned into a little cat.
"He said...he said...he said I miss him."
The English teacher was so breathless that he was shaking all over, as if he had been electrocuted.
"This...is this also called playing hooligan?"
The thinking of a child is indeed incomprehensible.
She had no choice but to educate Li Qingjue carefully.
"Classmate Li Qingjue, don't be sad. Classmate Xiao Qian is not being a hooligan, he is expressing goodwill. As long as you don't think about him, that's fine."
Who would have expected that when she said this, Li Qingjue cried even harder.
"Wow wow wow...but...but I really thought about him."
The English teacher was twitching all over and couldn't control himself. He just thought, could he live longer if he resigned?
"Okay, don't cry. Thank you for missing me. Well, to thank you, I'll give you a gift."
With a smile on her face, Xiao Qian looked at Li Qingjue who couldn't raise her head and placed his gift in front of her.
It was just a thin piece of paper, but Li Qingjue only glanced at it and immediately opened his eyes.
"Ah, what is this? It's so beautiful."
Li Qingjue had already grasped the paper so tightly that her eyes almost came out. If anyone dared to grab it at this time, she would definitely explode.
As long as she likes it, that's fine.
"This is Sailor Moon Sui Bingyue, do you like it?"
When Li Qingjue looked at Xiao Qian again, there were stars in his eyes.
"What is Sailor Moon? Is there any more?"
After thinking about it, she would go to her home after school today. If Li Qingjue continued to cry, he might be beaten by Ai Lan, and Xiao Qian immediately felt refreshed.
"Of course."
Li Qingjue immediately begged.
"You draw it for me."
So in the following time, Xiao Qian transformed into a hard-working painter.
Beautiful images such as Tsukino Usagi, Tuxedo Mask, Little Usagi, Mizuno Ami, Hino Rei, Kino Makoto, etc. all appeared on the paper.
Li Qingjue liked everyone he saw and held them all in his hands.
Since they met, this was the first time that she pestered Xiao Qian like this and kept asking questions.
Xiao Qian had no choice but to choose the stories of "Sailor Moon" that she remembered and told them all to Li Qingjue.
He couldn't sing or draw in his previous life. The reason why he can draw such good comics now is thanks to Li Qingjue.
Xu Mingxia is definitely a strict mother and has placed great hopes on Li Qingjue's growth.
Music, dance, art, almost all talents were taught to Li Qingjue.
Xiao Qian was with Li Qingjue every day, and he learned a little from him. As a result, he completely captured Li Qingjue and became his little follower.
"I will be like Shui Bingyue in the future."
Li Qingjue proudly announced his wish, and suddenly looked at Xiao Qian with a blushing face.
"Well...you can make a night gown mask."
Xiao Qian chuckled evilly.
"Do you know the relationship between Shui Bingyue and Tuxedo Mask?"
Li Qingjue's big eyes flashed and he said ignorantly: "Didn't you say that they are brother and sister?"
Xiao Qian nodded seriously.
"Yes, they are brother and sister."
As for whether Li Qingjue will beat him when he grows up, he doesn't care now.
Xiao Qian captured Li Qingjue with his comics, and Li Qingjue became the king of children with his comics in art class.
All the girls in the class gathered around Li Qingjue, chattering and completing their role assignments.
You are Usagi Tsukino, I am Ami Mizuno, and she is Rei Hino. Although we are all young, we are all very smart, and no one wants to be a little Usagi.
Just like when Xiao Qian was playing with his friends in the previous life, some people were Guo Jing, some were Hong Qigong, some were old naughty boys, but no one was Ouyang Feng.
Seeing the mess of the children, the art teacher was very angry.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? You're in class and you don't know? Li Qingjue, what are you doing? I didn't expect you to be so naughty."
The teacher came over, with quick eyes and quick hands, held down the painting, and then placed it in front of his eyes.
"Um?"
After all, he is a professional, and you can tell at just one glance that his paintings are extraordinary.
"Did you draw this?"
Li Qingjue is very loyal and feels that Xiao Qian kindly gave him a gift and he cannot betray him.
"yes."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian didn't appreciate it.
"Bah, shameless, did you draw this?"
Li Qingjue was anxious.
"Oh, aren't you afraid of the teacher criticizing you?"
Xiao Qian pointed at the art teacher's excited look.
"Do you think the teacher is trying to criticize me?"
Sure enough, after the art teacher saw what was on the paper clearly, Xiao Qian even heard her drooling.
"This...where does this come from?"
She looked directly at Xiao Qian and ignored Li Qingjue.
Any teacher who has taught Class Three in Year 1 knows that Xiao Qian is a monster. Except that he is still a child in body, he can basically be treated as an adult.
Seeing that the art teacher had no intention of returning the things, Xiao Qian pouted.
"Teacher, it's okay if you think it's good. You can take it back and read it if you like, but if there are copyright issues involved..."
As he said that, he pointed at Li Qingjue.
"Her mother is Professor Shangyin, and I have the General Secretary behind me."
The art teacher smiled.
"Don't worry, the teacher is just happy to see Xun Xin, so he wants to take it back to observe and observe. This is something that belongs to you, and the teacher will take good care of it."
Xiao Qian had no doubt about her words and knew that she understood her warning.
An ordinary elementary school teacher, even if he is greedy for profit, he still has to look at his own strength.
There was no one standing behind Xiao Qian that she could afford to offend.
However, he always felt that when people see this painting that should not belong to this world, it will always trigger many stories.
In a quiet and warm private house in Shanghai, with the afterglow of the setting sun, the door was pushed open from the outside.
When people walked in and saw clearly what was going on inside, they immediately roared angrily.
"Bai Qingxue, what time is it, and you haven't even cooked a meal. Can you still live this day?"
