The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 31 Man, You Still Have Two Faces

As soon as the clarification post was published, the discussion became increasingly heated.

[Oh my god, this means that this senior had her grades stolen at the end of last semester, and was even kicked out of the key class because of the cheating... She seems so innocent.]

[Isn't anyone curious about what cheating methods the school bully used last semester? ]

Berry Tart Monster: No matter what means, cheating on exams is wrong. Resist it! [Warning][Warning][Warning]

[There's always something hateful about a pitiful person. The school bully isn't in the same class as her, but he's picking on her, which shows she has character issues too.]

[Berry Tart Monster: Senior 2 (7) classmate Li, stop blaming the victim here. You are the school bully's younger brother, and you are so angry when your boss gets humiliated that you want to drag Senior Jiang down with you. [Disdain][Disdain][Disdain]]

[Gah! It's a box explosion! Everyone, retreat!]

Jiang Fu browsed the posts on the forum and felt a little more relaxed.

I don’t know who this schoolgirl with the online name “Berry Tart Monster” is, but judging from her name, she should be a cute girl.

Maybe she'll run into him next time she goes to the first-year high school building.

In the end, the Ling family went to hold Jiang Yiran's parent-teacher conference. As for Jiang Yilan, Jiang Zhongcheng used the excuse of being busy with work, so Jiang Shucheng took over.

library.

Lu Chuntai quickly submitted the first draft of his painting.

"Senior, my drawing is... okay, right?" Her face turned red.

She didn't come from a serious painting background, and she just read some tutorial books here and there. As for her painting style, it was just imitating the style of comic books picked up from waste paper piles.

I always feel that her unconventional ways are a bit shameful.

“That’s pretty good.”

"Not very good."

Jiang Fu wanted to say a few words of encouragement when he heard a male voice behind him.

Shanzhe gestured, "There's clearly something wrong with the structure of this hand; it looks like a chicken claw. The connection to the neck isn't very natural either... The style is cute, but there are a lot of minor flaws."

"You know it well?"

"Paper and pencil." He walked around, sat next to Lu Chuntai, and began to explain the problem.

"Take out your own hand and make a similar movement. See for yourself if it's the same thing as what you drew. Although most of the human body issues can be ignored in Q-version characters, you still need to pay attention to the hands..."

Lu Chuntai listened carefully.

"The fingertips can be made a little more rounded," Danzhe said, turning over a new sheet of paper. "Now, let's talk about the shoulders and neck. Note that when drawing normally, the neck is connected to the back of the head, and there are several muscles there. The biggest problem is just drawing two random curves. The neck isn't a concave double curve in the middle; it needs to follow the changes in the muscles."

Jiang Fu propped up his head, not listening to the explanation at all, his eyes fixed on the part where someone was explaining.

The boy's hands are more perfect than his face. A little more fat would make them look greasy, and a little less muscle would make them look dry. They are natural works of art.

"Then, there's another problem. Your composition is too flat. I understand you want to emulate a child's sketch, but it shouldn't be without some detail. Your lines are quite smooth, so don't waste that advantage." Shan Zhe sketched out the structure in a few strokes. "If you don't quite understand it, there are basic explanations in art books. Go back and practice more. That's all."

Lu Chuntai listened to the explanation attentively, and even when Shan Zhe stopped writing, she was still recalling what she had just heard.

"Thank you for teaching her." Jiang Fu thanked him.

"I just happened to come across it when I came to the library to look for books." He began to organize the books he had put aside.

Jiang Fu stared at the spines of the books, which seemed to be references related to pharmaceuticals.

Trace detection, painting, pharmacy... It is difficult for a high school student to learn so many things at the same time, even if he starts working hard from the womb.

She was a little curious about who was the person who taught Danzhe.

"Thank you, senior." Lu Chuntai thanked him obediently.

"Just a little busy."

"Senior, you are helping me so much, you must have a very good relationship with the senior."

Almost at that moment, Jiang Fu caught the expression on the boy's face stiffening for a moment, and he was lost in thought for a while before he calmly responded.

"We are just classmates."

Jiang Fu raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Lu Chuntai shrank back, feeling that she had said something wrong.

"It's just that we have a pretty good relationship privately, classmates." Jiang Fu explained slowly.

Lu Chuntai was slightly stunned.

At this moment, she felt the embarrassment on her body shift.

"That's right." Shan Zhe smiled.

Although I couldn't feel any emotions, judging from someone's reaction, it seemed that they didn't want to admit the relationship openly.

"By the way, this is the deposit the crew paid you for your work. We will transfer the other part to you after the subsequent content is finished." Jiang Fu took out a bank card from his schoolbag and handed it to Lu Chuntai.

"Thank you, Senior." Lu Chuntai stared at the pink bunny pattern on the card, a little curious. "How much is it?"

"Four thousand, and I'll give you another six thousand when it's finished."

The little girl's mushroom head trembled twice, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and she could hardly hold the card.

Four thousand yuan, she had never seen so much money in her life. Usually, her father only spent a few hundred yuan when he went out to drink and gamble, but she made four thousand yuan in one go.

Her face flushed as she solemnly put the card into her pocket.

Suddenly, her sleeve was rubbed up, revealing a red mark. Lu Chuntai quickly pulled her sleeve down, patted her pocket as if nothing had happened, and waved.

"Goodbye, seniors."

She smiled goodbye, and they both smiled back.

There's nothing unusual, so the senior should... not have seen it, right?

No way! Jiang Fu was speechless. It would be a miracle if she couldn't feel the huge emotional fluctuations.

Moreover, it is almost summer now. The weather is so hot in the afternoon, and Lu Chuntai is still wearing a long-sleeved shirt suitable for spring and autumn. It is obvious that there is something wrong.

Because of Qin Manxiao’s incident some time ago, the entire school has been cracking down on campus bullying very strictly. If those girls really wanted to find fault, they wouldn’t have caused such obvious injuries.

She looked at Xiao Dan, a classmate beside her, and asked, "What can create block-shaped marks with neat edges, and is easy to get?"

Shan Zhe shifted his gaze slightly and said sarcastically, "Have you ever been beaten by your father?"

"I am my father's posthumous child. He was dead when I was born."

The guessing game ended in an awkward silence.

"Men's leather belts hurt a lot." Shan Zhe gave the answer directly.

"Oh." Jiang Fu packed his schoolbag and followed him out. "Do you have a bicycle? I'll borrow it for a day and return it to you tomorrow morning."

Shan Zhe said nothing, took out the keys and tossed them to her. "Under the canopy on the right side of the school parking lot, it's an Infinity brand mountain bike. It has a black and white frame and a compass on the handlebars."

Yihe District, Jingyang Street.

Lu Chuntai got off the bus and went home.

She had already planned in her mind how to spend the four thousand yuan: buy her mother new clothes, pay the water and electricity bills, buy a small desk lamp that could be used during a power outage, and buy the same set of study materials as the top student in the class...

Outside the window, the sunset is just right.

She added another item to her mental list: buy a smartphone and a Bread Bear case in sunset orange.

She walked back home full of fantasies, pushed open the old red door and turned on the light.

The lights were off and the room was pitch black.