Rebirth Junior High School: The Excelling Top Student Goddess

Anyone present could see that even those who did not understand psychology at all, Yun Hua was very nervous at the moment.

Not to mention Zhou Shengbei Qian, a professor of psychology.

He clearly felt how nervous Yun Hua was at the moment.

He glanced at the painting, um, that’s a painting. This silver-haired old man is indeed a well-known painter. His painting skills are very high. He copied this famous Van Gogh painting “Iris”. Shows extremely high levels.

From a purely artistic perspective, this is a great copy work.

but……

But this is just a work!

Need to be so nervous?

Zhou Sheng Beiqian looked at the painting carefully again, and he was sure that nothing could be seen from the painting.

However, it is clear that certain psychological cues can only be understood by the parties. What seems ordinary to others is plain cues in the eyes of the parties.

And watching Yun Hua’s stress response is too big.

“Drawing, are you okay …”

Zhou Sheng Beiqian whispered near Yun Hua and stretched out his hand to pull Yun Hua’s arm.

“pa!”

Just when Zhou Sheng Beiqian’s hand just touched Yun Hua’s arm, Yun Hua suddenly moved, and she shook her arm fiercely, violently blocking Zhou Sheng’s hand.

Her Stunt Team was so big that her hands caught Zhou Shengbei Qian’s face.

“Pa” sounded loudly.

Yun Hua’s Stunt Team is big and powerful. This slap not only removed Zhou Sheng Beiqian’s glasses, but also printed a slap seal on Zhou Sheng Beiqian’s face.

Everyone watched.

No one expected that Yun Hua would behave like this.

And it seemed that she did not seem to be intentional at all, but rather she was greatly frightened …

Song Ci and Qin Yun’s faces were very ugly. They immediately got together, but they didn’t dare to easily reach out to touch Yun Hua.

Wang Xiaowen was aside, completely frightened.

Yun Hua’s slap was really ruthless. Zhou Sheng Beiqian’s eyes had fallen off, and the five fingerprints on his face had all turned red!

Wang Xiaowen looked worriedly towards Zhou Shengbei Qian.

How to say, Professor Zhou Sheng has a close relationship with Xie Teacher and often has academic exchanges. As a student of Xie Teacher, she also has a lot of respect for Professor Zhou Sheng.

After all, Professor Zhou Sheng is really too young, but his resume is so amazing.

Another point is that Professor Zhou Sheng actually not at all he looks so close, others are very kind, but usually keep a distance from others. It can be said that outside Professor Zhou Sheng’s safe distance, he will treat you Very kind and very approachable, but once you want to approach and intrude into his safe distance, Professor Zhou Sheng will become very indifferent, even terrifying.

There was a female student who wanted to have a close contact with Chow Sang Teacher, pretending to slip accidentally, and rushed to Chow Sang Teacher.

Zhou Sheng Teacher got up with dark face, went to the bath and changed a whole set of clothes from head to toe. And that girl was also transferred directly to another Teacher under an inappropriate name. Later, the girl didn’t know what happened, so she dropped out of school.

Wang Xiaowen couldn’t help but worry.

Yun Hua, but fiercely slap in the face of Professor Zhou Sheng, Professor Zhou Sheng …

“Draw, all right, relax, relax, take a deep breath-take a deep breath-inhale-exhale-” Zhou Shengbei Qian’s voice was very soft.

The glasses were knocked off, but he didn’t care at all, but looked at Yun Hua calmly, his voice was soft and soothing, and it sounded comfortable.

“Come, close your eyes and take a deep breath …”

Zhou Sheng Beiqian’s voice was very soft, like a breeze blowing across his face.

Yun Hua closed his eyes slowly, taking a deep breath as Zhou Sheng Beiqian’s voice …

Only two or three minutes later, she felt that her heart that was beating too fast slowed down a little bit, and then slowly …

She took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath.

“Drawing, I will hold your arm.” Zhou Shengbei Qian said softly.

The purpose is to remind Yun Hua to avoid the stress response that just happened.

This time, when Zhou Sheng Beiqian held Yun Hua’s arm, she finally did not make the same reaction.

Feeling the body temperature from others, Yun Hua only felt that the temperature of his limbs was slowly recovering …

Move your fingers, your arms, and Bo’zi …

She finally recovered.

With eyes opened again, she looked towards Zhou Shengbei Qian, “Thank you.”

“It’s all right.” Zhou Sheng Beiqian and the people around him were relaxed.

But Yun Hua turned his head again and looked towards the silver-haired old man in the glass wall.

The painting is still clear and clear against the glass wall.

Yun Hua looked towards that picture again.

After all, she was mentally prepared. This time, her response was not so great.

She looked at the painting with calm eyes, and then her eyes slowly moved upwards, looking towards the silver-haired old man who smiled strangely.

She asked without looking back: “The phone can talk directly, right.”

Wang Xiaowen stunned before he quickly nodded: “Yes.”

Yun Hua reached out and picked up the intercom phone’s microphone on the glass wall.

And the silver-haired old man in the glass wall, seeing Stunt Team like Yun Hua, his smile is even deeper. He held the center of the drawing paper with one hand and continued to show the painting to Yun Hua in all directions. The other hand took the intercom phone hanging on the glass wall.

“Like this picture?” The voice of a silver-haired old man came over the phone, thick and deep.

Yun Hua was silent for a moment, “Why draw this picture.”

“If you like it, I’ll give it to you.” The smile of the silver-haired old man grew softer and his voice sounded like a 谆谆 old man.

“I don’t like it, I hate it,” Yun Hua said.

“Why?” The silver-haired old man smiled. “Why is it annoying? I saw clearly from your eyes … fear. Are you afraid of a painting? Why?”

Yun Hua’s hand holding the phone was so strong that her fingertips began to pale.

“You are so beautiful.” Seeing Yun Hua not answering, the old man spoke again.

At this moment, he looked towards Yun Hua’s eyes as if he were admiring a peerless beauty.

“Seeing you, I seem to see that the most perfect work in World is about to be born …”

The voice of the silver-haired old man became more and more intoxicated, “Would you be a model for me? Let me draw your beauty, the beauty that others cannot see, the beauty that emanates from you in the bones, my God, I I can no longer control my urge to create. Sure enough, only the most beautiful models can inspire the passion of a painter to the greatest extent! I ca n’t wait!

Yun Hua sneered, “Let me be your model? Do you deserve it?”

“Why not!” The silver-haired old man was suddenly excited, “You are the model I dream of, and you will be the most perfect work in my life!”