Maybe I can't have normal youth

It is still Ayton Girls High.

I don't know which classroom I am in, it looks like it is a certain studio.The air was filled with a faint but pungent smell of turpentine, there was a spot of various colors on the floor, and the walls were covered with paintings of various styles.

It seems that this may be one of the classrooms of Ayton painting students.

Hanging in the center of the field of vision is a painting that is several times larger than other paintings.The picture is divided into two halves, which should depict heaven and hell.The red color fills the entire picture, it can almost fill my field of vision, I can't tell if it is a raging flame or blood on the canvas.

In the upper part, the angel with its broken wings dragged its tired legs along the road of thorns. The feathers were no longer white, and the gray suddenly fell all the way.The angel's head was hanging down to the ground like the tip of its wings, and the halo on the top of the head was still there, but it had already become very dim. If you look closely, there are even small cracks on it.

The angel's feet and even the calf were pierced with blood. The brown blood stains remained on the roots of the white calf, and the bright red blood penetrated into the soil.Infiltrated into... hell.

Tick ​​and tick, the demon in the hell wielded its strong black wings and used a goblet to hold the blood dripping from the angel, tasting like wine.

At the bottom of the painting, a large pot is cooking human beings.Countless men and women opened their mouths in the boiling water, all arms raised upwards.I want to move up as much as possible and get out of this sea of ​​suffering.

The red that is full of the whole painting constantly stimulates my nerves, and it almost swallows it.At certain moments, I seem to really see the angels in the painting start to move forward with difficulty, hear people's screams and feel the wind waving from the wings of the devil.

This is a magical painting, I stared at it, stared at it, unable to look away.

"Hey, did you hear that..." The sudden low voice made me clever and got out of the painting.

Looking back, I found two girls walking into the classroom holding the drawing board, whispering.I wanted to avoid, but found that they didn't seem to see me at all. It seemed that I was still a bystander.

"What?" The other girl leaned her head up.

"That is to say..." The girl's voice became lower, "It's that Siri..."

The girl wanted to speak but stopped, making an expression that was difficult to express.

"She... I heard that Teacher He Fang..."

"Oh? What!" the girl listening urged.

"I heard...she and Teacher Fang have a leg..." The girl showed ambiguous eyes.

"What? Teacher Fang? Teacher Fang Zhihua!" The girl cried out in surprise.

"Hush! Hush...it's too loud!"

"Fake? That Siri is so weird. She usually doesn't care about people, she doesn't seem to let people come close, so gloomy..."

"Yes, but I also heard people say it. But don't you think it's super weird? She drew super similar to the teacher's style..."

"Yeah, yeah, it's really weird. It seems that she can't paint so well... and Teacher Fang is so talented and handsome, how could she be attracted to her!"

I suddenly thought of something when I heard it. I bent down and looked at the lower right corner of the heaven and hell. As expected, there was a small famous brand——Sili.

Three or two girls entered the classroom one after another.The two girls wanted to continue talking, but they stopped talking when someone came.

"Shhh...Don't tell anyone, you are my best friend. I told you."

"Understood." The other girl blinked and said with her lips to the girl who started talking, "Secret, secret."

The bell rang.The long-haired girl and the teacher who had been seen in the playground before entered the classroom.

The girl lowered her head and held the drawing board in her arms,

"Eh, eh!" When the two girls passed by, one of them poked at each other with his finger, and looked at Silly jokingly, "I can't think of it... She and Teacher Fang? Are they really fake? ?"

"Okay! Students, let's cheer up!" The teacher clapped his hands in front of the podium to draw everyone's attention.

This should be the teacher Fang that the two girls are talking about. He is the first man I have seen in this school.It seems that in high schools that are all girls, there is no requirement that teachers must also be women.

Anyway, as a bystander, it is quite easy to change the perspective, to zoom in and back.

Teacher Fang seems to be in his early twenties and under thirty.The sharp, thin face with black frames and thin-leg glasses on his face made him look a little younger.The thick, jet-black hair has mousse, which is a bit shiny at a certain angle.The straight suit trousers, shirt and tie seem to have a faint refreshing cologne scent next to him.

No wonder the two girls reacted like this.In this school full of girls, Teacher Fang may have become the male god in many girls' hearts.

All the students in the classroom listened carefully to what Teacher Fang said.Silly was the only one sitting in the corner, still bowing her head, holding the drawing board she held when she first entered the door in her arms.The arm was trembling slightly, and the knuckles of the fingers were white due to excessive force.

I don't know what she is nervous about.Or, what are you afraid of?

I bend down, about the same height as she is sitting.I dare not have any contact with her, I only know that as a bystander, I am almost equal to air in their eyes.But I don't guarantee how I would react if I spoke to her or met her.

Maybe nothing will happen.

Well.The paintings that Sili held in her arms seemed to be incompletely painted, because they were hidden, so the whole picture was not visible.But what is puzzling is that I don't know why it seems to be scribbled, and it looks like it is an abandoned manuscript.

Um, I'm getting closer.Maybe the original draft is like this, but it really feels like the latest one.It's really strange, even if the painting is not good, there is no need to treat the painting like this.What's more, she is still a genius girl.

"Okay, then this class will end here. Today I mainly talked about a lot of theoretical knowledge, please absorb it after class, and strive to be applied in the next creation of works."

The get out of class was over in a flash.

"Sili, come with me." Teacher Fang called Sili after packing up the teaching materials.

Silly stood up from the chair silently, still holding the painting in her arms, lowered her head, and walked towards the way she had just entered the classroom.

I also followed immediately.

As I passed the rows of seats in front, I heard a few more laughter, not just the two girls, but more girls.

I couldn't help but an unnamed anger surged in my heart, and I glared back fiercely, but it was a pity that no one paid attention to it, naturally it was of no effect.