On Monday, Li Cheng played PUBG all day and didn't write anything.
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On Tuesday, Li Cheng and his little brothers climbed over the wall to fight and didn't write anything.
On Wednesday, Li Cheng was too tired from training and didn't write anything.
On Thursday, Li Cheng ate too much and didn't write anything.
On Friday, Li Cheng...
Damn it, it was Friday already and Li Cheng couldn't skip writing anymore!!!!!
The assignment had to be handed in on Saturday, but the 1200-word essay had only a title on it so far. Li Cheng stared at the blank paper and couldn't remember how he wasted the past few days.
He could only cram at the eleventh hour, hurriedly glancing over Xiao Yiheng's lengthy essay and reading it from beginning to end twice. He selected a few passages, rephrased some parts, and barely managed to write a few hundred words – and at this time, there were still twelve hours left until the end of Friday.
Uh, since there were still twelve hours left, he could take a break and play a few games to relax, right?
So, Li Cheng took it easy again. The difference was that before, he loafed on the job very leisurely, but now he was slacking very stressfully.
You see, he was shaking his legs anxiously while playing games. Wasn't this enough to show how much importance he attached to his unfinished homework?
In this way, he spread out his homework on his desk, only a third of which was complete, and secretly started playing mobile games under the desk. One moment he lowered his head, the next he looked up again - eh, eh, eh?? What's going on? Why is school already over? Where did the last few hours go??
The instant the school bell rang, the surrounding students got up and packed up their schoolbags. Regarding students at a boarding school, the school bell every Friday was definitely the most beautiful music in the world. Only Li Cheng sat blankly in his seat and cried pigeon tears staring at his unfinished homework.
"Li-ge, if you really can't come up with anything, then there's only one way." Huang Yelun, that terrible advisor, came once again to offer his suggestion. "Why don't you just find a gunman? After the gunman finishes writing it, just copy it yourself and make sure there are no mistakes."
"But who do I find as a gunman?" [a gunman is a kind of ghostwriter.]
Huang Yelun winked at him: "Who else? Find my sister-in-law... Ahem, I mean, Xiao Yiheng. He's first in the grade, won't writing this kind of essay be effortless for him?"
"Impossible!" Li Cheng curled his lip. "He's the TA for this course. Am I crazy to let the TA be a gunman for me?"
Huang Yelun thought his Li-ge and sister-in-law were role-playing and they were really into it. He, Dahuang, had seen a lot of porn with teacher-student roleplay. Close the door, turn off the lights, and you've got a whole film like "After-school Private Tutoring.avi."
Huang Yelun reminded him vaguely: "You don't need to ask him to be your gunman. Didn't you say he's the teaching assistant and you're the temporary class monitor? Isn't it only natural for the teaching assistant to help the class monitor? Li-ge, if you just say a few soft words, will Xiao Yiheng be willing to let you fail the course?"
"...Why do I fell like something's weird about what you're saying?"
But Li Cheng had to admit that Huang Yelun's suggestion had truly convinced his heart.
The "National Health Education Class" female beta teacher was too strict. If Li Cheng didn't finish his homework, she would definitely not let him go. If he didn't submit his assignment, he wouldn't pass the exam and get his diploma, and he wouldn't be able to go to university in advance for preparatory courses...
Li Cheng shuddered at the thought and immediately picked up his phone, tapping on Xiao Yiheng's profile pic.
Small Round Orange: Xiao Yiheng, are you there?
Small Round Orange: Don't leave after school!!
Pursue Unremittingly: ...
Pursue Unremittingly: Why, Li-ge wants to challenge me to a fight in the alley?
Small Round Orange: [Embarrassed]
Small Round Orange: No fighting, I have a serious matter to discuss with you.
Pursue Unremittingly: First tell me what it is, then I'll judge whether it's serious or not.
Small Round Orange: ...
Small Round Orange: I can't finish my assignment, can you help me?
Pursue Unremittingly: You're cutting it close. How many words do you still need to write?
Small Round Orange: Uh, it's still a thousand short.
Xiao Yiheng did not reply for a long time.
Li Cheng also felt quite ashamed. His 1200-word essay was due tomorrow, but he had only written 200 words. Now he even wanted to ask Xiao Yiheng to be his gunman. If it were anyone else, they might have committed suicide out of shame.
But who was Li-ge? On such critical issues, he was still quite "flexible and adaptable."
Thinking of this, Li Cheng pressed the voice recording button, cleared his throat, and then said in the most pretentious voice he had ever used: "Teacher Xiao, I want an appointment for after-school tutoring with you tonight. Can I?"
His hand relaxed, and the voice message was sent out with a "swish."
Li Cheng got goosebumps all over. He himself was too embarrassed to listen to it again, so he threw his phone on the table as if it were a hot potato, and then covered it up as if trying to hide his shame.
A minute later, the phone dinged with a crisp sound.
Li Cheng stretched out his arm, carefully flipped the phone over, and squinted one eye at the screen...
Pursue Unremittingly: Come to the art classroom right away.
Pursue Unremittingly: I'm waiting for you.
...
In the empty teaching building, only Li Cheng's footsteps echoed in the corridor.
He stopped in front of the art classroom, his hand almost knocking several times, but inexplicably retracting it.
The assignment papers in his hand were almost crumpled by him. He stared at the title on the paper, wishing that the words on it were his forte, so that he could write a whole page of the assignment by himself.
Li Cheng raised his hand in mid-air for the fourth time. This time, his hand paused in front of the door for several seconds. The moment he finally made up his mind to knock, the door of the art classroom suddenly opened.
Li Cheng's hand was still raised in the air stupidly, staring blankly at Xiao Yiheng who appeared behind the door.
The strong smell of paint rushed over his face. Xiao Yiheng was wearing an apron, which looked dirty with a lot of paint rubbed on it. Even his fingertips were stained with some color.
Slovenly and sloppy.
Li Cheng blinked at a very slow speed. Today he had "unlocked" a side of Xiao Yiheng he had never seen before.
"So you really know how to paint?" Li Cheng blurted out, then promptly realized that this sentence was pure nonsense.
If Xiao Yiheng couldn't paint, Teacher Qiu Xian wouldn't treat him differently, and would not specially give him the key to the art classroom.
Xiao Yiheng didn't answer this obvious question. He stepped aside and gestured for Li Cheng to enter the room.
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Li Cheng closed the door lightly. The art classroom was the same as when he came last time. A dozen easels were stacked in the corner, and some easels held completed paintings. Even Li Cheng, a layman, could tell at a glance that those paintings had a strong personal style and were all made by the same person.
"Xiao Yiheng, are all of these your paintings?!" Li Cheng exclaimed in surprise.
"Mn." Xiao Yiheng didn't explain further. He threw his paintbrush into the brush-pot, took off his apron, and moved the half-done painting to the corner. When doing these things, his movements were neither hurried nor slow, with an indescribable elegance.
Li Cheng asked: "You come here to paint for a while every day after school?"
"If there is no accident, I will paint."
"Accident?"
Xiao Yiheng pulled down his rolled-up sleeves and glanced at him faintly: "Just like you are an accident."
Li Cheng thought to himself, he was more than just an accident, he was obviously an accident x2.
"Do you only paint landscapes?" Li Cheng looked at the paintings one by one; there were five or six paintings in the classroom, depicting an empty and quiet campuses, busy streets, pastoral paths, and romantic castles. "Why don't you paint any people?"
Xiao Yiheng didn't answer this question.
However, Li Cheng didn't need to hear his answer. His attention had already shifted to the next topic: "Why have I never heard of you being a painter before? Based on our principal's pompous style, your persona as a study god and a talented artist are enough for him to brag about for years."
"He doesn't know." Xiao Yiheng's answer was beyond his expectation. "The fact that I can paint is a secret. Very few people know about it. You are the third one."
"The third one?" Li Cheng suddenly became unhappy when he heard this. Xiao Yiheng was the first alpha to know the secret of his glands; how come when it was Xiao Yiheng's secret, he, Li Cheng, became the third person to know?
Li Cheng's face was ferocious like a tiger and swollen like a pufferfish: "Who are the first two?"
Xiao Yiheng raised an eyebrow: "It's Teacher Qiu and her lover."
"...Oh." The little pufferfish touched his nose and let out a sigh of relief silently. "That's right, that's right."
Teacher Qiu was Xiao Yiheng's mentor, and Xu Jun was Teacher Qiu's lover. Excluding them, Li Cheng was still the first person to know Xiao Yiheng's secret.
Upon realizing that they had exchanged a precious secret, the omega boy was in a good mood. If he were really a kitten, he would have proudly wagged his tail side-to-side like an antenna.
"Come on, there's no time to chat." Xiao Yiheng looked at his watch and urged him. "You don't have much time left and you still have a full thousand words to complete. What were you doing this week?"
The mention of the assignment promptly dampened Li Cheng's good mood. He slowly pulled out a chair, spread out the assignment paper on the table, and stared at the title sadly.
Xiao Yiheng wanted to know what he was busy with this week? There was too much to tell. He was busy saving Azeroth, learning to parachute from planes, guarding his team's crystal... He just didn't have time to study. [Li Cheng played Warcraft, PUBG, LoL]
Xiao Yiheng also pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. He took the crumpled paper from under his hand, frowning as tried to read Li Cheng's bold cursive handwriting.
The one-on-one after-school tutoring was finally about to officially begin.
...
"F*CK! ME!" Li Cheng gave a long sigh and threw himself on the table. "Laozi is really exhausted!"
The assignment paper under his slumped body was already densely packed with letters, a total of 1201 words – the extra word was considered as giving face to the examiner.
God knows what kind of inhuman insult(?) and torment(?) he had suffered in these few hours after school. Xiao Yiheng was totally a trembling S. A trembling S with a poisonous and mean mouth, criticizing Li Cheng's essay as utterly worthless.
From conception to theme, he completely overthrew and then completely rebuilt, and he even ridiculed him at every turn saying: "You can't even copy homework."
But it had to be said that the grade topper was indeed the grade topper. With Xiao Yiheng the gunman (cough cough cough) helping him outline the topic, Li Cheng's writing had never been so easy. He absolutely resembled a printing machine with no emotions. He held the pen and wrote freely without stopping.
The whole article was neatly structured and rigorous in wording. If Li Cheng had such a powerful plug-in during exams, he wouldn't have gotten the lowest score in the grade for Chinese.
Teacher Xiao's after-school tutoring was really effective. Li Cheng lay on the table and turned his head to look at the alpha boy next to him.
"Hey, Xiao Yiheng," Li Cheng asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry," Xiao Yiheng said coldly. "I'm already full from being angered by you."
Li Cheng put his head on his arm, using a spoiled tone to persuade him: "But I'm hungry."
"..." Xiao Yiheng looked away, then turned back after a while, asking in a helpless tone, "What do you want to eat? At this hour, the school cafeteria should be closed."
Li Cheng grinned as he took out his phone and pushed it in front of Xiao Yiheng: "Actually, I called Xiao Hu before the tutoring session and asked him to send over a fried chicken family bucket. He should be at the school gate by now."
Their school campus was huge, and he was a delicate and weak omega (Hu-ge: ?), so he didn't want to go to the school gate to get the takeaway, and naturally wanted to pass it on to the strong alpha.
What could the alpha say? The alpha could only stand up, put on his jacket, and prepare to go out to pick up the takeout.
"Wait a minute!" Li Cheng sat up and stopped Xiao Yiheng.
Xiao Yiheng looked back at him: "What's wrong?"
Li Cheng rested his chin on one hand and swung his toes back and forth: "Remember to bring your wallet, I haven't paid Xiao Hu for the fried chicken yet."
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Ancestor! He was really a small ancestor!
Xiao Yiheng could only come back to get his wallet. Li Cheng, the little ancestor, took up the personal time of the teaching assistant to request one-on-one tutoring, and then refused to even pay for the fried chicken afterwards. There was really no spoiled student in the world who was more cunning than him.
Was Xiao Yiheng the kind of person who swallowed his anger?
Naturally not.
Before he walked out of the art classroom, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Li Cheng.
"I'm going to pick up the takeaway. You can take a break here. You can see all the paintings in the art classroom, but," Xiao Yiheng drew a circle with his finger in the classroom, finally pointing to a painting in the corner, which was covered with a felt cloth. "—that painting, don't touch it."
Li Cheng was startled and followed Xiao Yiheng's finger to the inconspicuous easel in the corner. The easel looked no different from the surrounding ones, except that it was covered with a cloth. Li Cheng had seen it several times before but hadn't cared about it.
However, Xiao Yiheng deliberately "reminded" Li Cheng not to look at it before he left–this precisely tickled Li Cheng's curiosity, making him scratch his head, dying to know what was hidden under the cover.
Li Cheng complained: "Xiao Yiheng, you're too cunning! You're deliberately trying to tempt me into lifting that cover, aren't you?"
"You can try," Xiao Yiheng said with a meaningful smile. "If you are disobedient, just remember–bad students will be punished by their teachers."
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Then, he closed the door coolly and left.
The door clicked shut, and Li Cheng jumped up from his seat and rushed to the felt cloth in an instant.
He was a person who was contrary from head to toe, and his curiosity was strong enough to kill eighty cats.
He reached out to remove the felt cloth, but hesitated when he thought of the "punishment" Xiao Yiheng had mentioned.
What kind of painting was hidden under the felt cloth?
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