A head of dark hair rested on the desk...

ah!

Even though Lu Yanshi was knowledgeable, he was frightened by the hair that appeared in the dark for no reason.

After screaming, his face quickly became cold.

Because he finally saw that this hair was a head that exploded.

If he was really a female ghost, would it be so trendy? It was obvious that it was his deskmate Wu Zhizhi's hair.

Lu Yanshi walked over and touched the bunch of hair a few times. It was Wu Zhizhi's hair, but it was wet, as if it was raining.

But how could her hair appear here? And it was a wet wig?

Is she in school now?

With doubt, he thought for a moment, and suddenly, a string in his mind seemed to be touched. He threw the wig back to the table and turned away from the classroom.

The lights of the class are still on.

I faintly heard Jay Chou’s song "Dad, I’m Back".

"Why did I see my dad keep beating my mom? Because I was drunk, he could vent my anger on my mom. I really couldn't stand it. I thought I was a little more delicate man, and I only had the warmth of my mom since I was a child. Why is my dad so fierce..."

"Since childhood, you asked me to learn from you and treat you as a role model. There are so many fakes like my mother often say goodness. Listen to your father, why do you tell me to be like you? Don't hit my mother like this again. You are willing to listen to what I say, don't hit my mother like this again..."

The slight song floated into his ears in the thunder and lightning.

Lu Yanshi subconsciously stopped.

He lowered his eyes slightly and through the half-open window, he saw a person standing in front of the back blackboard of a squad.

The man stood on a stool, as if he was painting a poster, holding a piece of white chalk in his hand, with black hair growing to his waist, floating gently with the night wind.

If it weren't for the lights in the classroom, he would have thought he had seen a ghost.

In the middle of the night, I was drawing a blackboard newspaper here and was very sick.

The character on the blackboard that is gradually piled up with chalk is the current popular comic character, "Sasuke" in Naruto.

The chalk in her hand was filling his hair. She was painting Sasuke's side face, a pair of narrow pink (without red chalk, pink is used instead) Sharingans, looking up to all living beings in the world.

The right side of the blackboard newspaper has been completed, with three big words "Ode to Youth" written on it, and then various beautiful blackboard characters covering the entire blackboard.

His eyes fell on the back of the girl's head.

I have to say that I dare to be a demon on the blackboard newspaper of the competitive class, and I am very brave.

However, the drawing is really beautiful.

Sasuke's face and hair were painted vividly, not stiff at all.

Moreover, why did her clothes look so familiar?

I'll fuck!

It seems to be Wu Zhizhi?

She wore the pair of jeans with several torn holes on her body almost every day, and he would not admit his mistake.

But why did Wu Zhizhi come to harm the blackboard newspaper of the competitive class?

What does this have to do with her?

Pussed his lower lip, he continued to look at her painting, his eyes deep.

There was a storm outside.

In the room, Wu Zhizhi painted carefully and could see that she had a deep foundation. The characters she drew and the characters she wrote had a natural and heroic beauty.

As she was drawing, she seemed to feel that she was not drawing well, so she withdrew her hand holding the chalk, placed it on her chin, silently looked at Sasuke on her head, and observed his overall lines.

Then, as if she had discovered the problem, she turned around and went to get the blackboard wiper on the podium.

Lu Yanshi looked at her in the dark outside the classroom.

The moment his eyes fell on her face, something seemed to explode in his mind, and a loud bang made him shake in place.

Is this person Wu Zhizhi?

The long and slightly wet black hair drooped to her right shoulder with her movements, with no makeup on her face, or, it should be said, it was removed, her skin was as white as ivory, her lips were pursed, and her curves were shallow and beautiful.

The eyelashes are thick and slender, slightly raised, adding a bit of bright charm to this face.

Lu Yanshi couldn't believe what he saw.

Wu Zhizhi's true face... she looks so beautiful...

Even more beautiful than most beautiful girls he has ever seen, but since they are so beautiful, why should you dress up like a monster?

Is it too touching aesthetics?

Or was it deliberately covering up his beauty? And this face gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere? He lowered his head and thought, and after a moment, he was shocked. Yes, that female model. I saw the female model who was filming clothes in the square in Xincheng District. No wonder he thought that the female model was very familiar at that time, and when he saw him, he felt as if he was shocked. It turned out that Wu Zhizhi was still a model. He seemed to have discovered something interesting, leaned against the window and looked at her quietly. In the classroom, Wu Zhizhi wiped off part of "Sasuke's hair with a blackboard and then filled it with chalk. The song "Dad, I'm Back" was a single loop in a small CD machine. As Wu Zhizhi was drawing, he suddenly hummed with the rhythm, "Don't hit my mother like this again

Mom, would you like to listen to what I said? Don't hit my mom like this again, won't your hands hurt..." When she sang here, her voice stopped, and the chalk on her hand stopped, standing there motionlessly as if she was lit. She didn't say a word, and after a long time, she lowered her head and let out a low whimper. This was... crying. Lu Yanshi looked at her in shock. Suddenly he thought of that day, he dragged a bloody arm, Wu Zhizhi sent him to the clinic. He sat behind her, looking at her thin shoulders, with an unprecedented tiredness, but not lonely inside... That was his first time, feeling the warmth from this world... He suddenly couldn't help it, turned around and ran to the stairs, his long-delayed heart thrust in pain, and the guilt that had been absent for several days finally came to his heart at this moment.*

The next day, Wu Zhizhi was still exploding, smoky makeup, sitting in her position, and writing like an enclave to copy homework.

When Lu Yanshi came, he looked at her specially, but she didn't look up and wrote her own paper.

Since the fall that day, there has been nothing to say between them.

But whenever Lu Yanshi thinks of her sobbing back that night, he will subconsciously turn his head to look at her.

What kind of soul does the girl hide under the smoked makeup have? Even Jiang Qingyi chattered countless times on their tables, but Lu Yanshi no longer paid attention to him, stuffed his headphones to isolate the world, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In the first class in the morning, Jiang Nanshan immediately ran to their class to sigh, "It's amazing, Zhizhi, the blackboard newspaper you drew is so awesome, our whole class is talking about you."

Wu Zhizhi glanced at him and smiled, "What are you talking about?"

"It's so vivid to talk about the Sasuke you painted. All the classmates in our class thought it was painted by Baoyeon. Now they are pestering her to ask how you painted it. Several boys ask her to help them draw one."

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The answer is: C, Wu Zhizhi's hair.

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