I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

All day long, he knows how to show off his muscles to attract women in school, and his brain is full of muscles when he shows off. Every time he fails to grab a woman, he will beat her up. If he didn't have a big family as the backstage, he would have I don't know when someone did it.

"Shut up John, or do you want to have a fight with me?"

A sullen Thomas responded mercilessly.

The two of them have always been at odds in school, and their respective families are also competitors with bad relations, so of course they don't need to beat around the bush when they talk.

"Of course an elegant person like me won't fight you. After all, what I have in my head is knowledge, not twisted muscles. I haven't watched your game. I heard it's still an amateur game. Third runner-up? I hope you won't lose someone to the school, we need to find a place for you from our project."

The young man named John smiled contemptuously, and the followers beside him also echoed. This series of operations made Thomas, who was already aggrieved, feel even more uncomfortable. He said sarcastically:

"It's all a small problem for me. In the boxing match, I couldn't beat those monsters. I was really not afraid of anyone. But you, didn't you fall in love with the girl from Hepsted Art High School?" Is it? I heard that yesterday’s strike-up was ignored again, it’s really miserable, and you won’t be able to see him again, I heard that he’s going to transfer to Neon, the unrequited love thousands of miles away is really hard for you.”

John took a deep breath and said lightly:

"So I took away the transfer qualification first. When it comes to world knowledge and folk customs, I still know a lot. Anyway, as long as I can enter the finals, I can get the exchange qualification. What's so difficult about it?"

"Then I hope you don't become a spectator after the knockout round. I wish you good luck."

"The same to you!"

On the other side, in the team of Hepster Art High School, Shiina Mashiro stood quietly in the team, but his eyes were looking into the distance.

But not long after, the cousin standing in a row with her poked Zhenbai's arm and urged:

"It's time to go to the competition, I believe you can win the championship!"

"oh……"

Qian Xun Qianshi has great confidence in her cousin. Although this girl is completely useless in life, she can definitely be regarded as the top existence among her peers when it comes to art, and it is not certain that she will be famous in the future.

"correct!"

Chihiro Chihiro remembered something and said, "The students in the dormitory yesterday mentioned a package. The name on it is yours. Did you send it from the UK?"

After hearing this, Zhenbai's eyes finally fluctuated, and he was no longer as emotionless as before.

"It's something I bought."

"Eh? You don't need to waste money like this for daily necessities, just buy them when the time comes."

Chihiro Qianshi sighed, this cousin of mine is sometimes too capricious, it is obvious that luggage and the like can be bought locally, why waste money like this?

"No." Zhenbai shook his head, "It's a very powerful... teacher?"

"teacher?"

"A very powerful person, such an honorary title."

"That can indeed be called as such."

After thinking for a while, Chihiro Qianshi agreed.

"It's the work of a teacher I admire, a work of art that I like very much, and a friend of mine bought it, and she also admires it very much."

"painting?"

"A man of clay and metal."

"Really?" Chihiro Qianshi didn't understand such things, but aren't people made of clay and metal just hand-made? As a neon person, she is more or less aware of this, but she is a little curious about how much Zhenbai spent, "How much did you spend?"

"£620,000."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this number, Chihiro Qianshi was stunned. After she realized it, she quickly peeled her fingers and came to an extremely exaggerated conclusion, "Nine...ninety million yen?! Hiss——"

Her one-month after-tax salary is 200,000 yuan, and if it is 90 million yuan, she needs to save it for nearly 40 years without eating or drinking. However, with such a large sum of money, my cousin actually bought a... manage?

"I basically sold all the paintings I could. That teacher is very good."

Qianshi Chihiro froze, her expression became a lot more dignified, and she said solemnly:

"Zhenbai, you are absolutely deceived. How could the hand-made models be sold at such a price? I also know some friends who like this aspect. The hand-made models they collect are only hundreds of thousands of yen no matter how expensive they are."

If you lack social common sense, you will be easily deceived by others. Fortunately, you heard the news, and you may be able to recover some losses after calling the police.

It's just a pity...

Zhenbai cherishes her paintings very much. She has never sold a few paintings since she was a child, and most of her works have been kept in the exhibition room of her home. This girl is uncle's treasure, and her paintings are also things that uncle valued very much. But my uncle may never have imagined that Zhenbai would sell all the paintings he worked so hard to cherish in order to buy a figure.

"Hey... I'll ask my students to call the police for you, and hand over the things to the police. The police will definitely pay attention to such a large amount."

Upon hearing that Chihiro Qianshi was going to hand over his belongings to the police, Mashiro stared and shouted anxiously:

"don't want!!"

Zhenbai's negative voice was so loud that even the teacher leading the team in the front row looked behind, and the team continued to move forward after Chihiro Chigoshi signaled that there was nothing serious.

"My little ancestor, I beg you to keep your voice down, you have been cheated, you have been cheated! No model would be sold so expensive."

"No... no, the teacher's work is perfect, and her value cannot be compared with money!"

It is very rare that Chihiro Qianshi gets angry when she sees her cousin, just like she gets angry when she draws the conclusion that her work is "worthless" after being watched by others.

This was the first time Chihiro Qianshi saw his cousin angry. Although his expression didn't change, his eyes were terrified.

Chihiro Qianshi supported her forehead, feeling more and more impatient. When she thought of her cousin spending as much as 40 years of her salary to buy a figure, she felt that she was going to be pissed off.

Chapter 75 Looking at the unreachable true meaning

"That's... mine!"

Zhenbai looks like a golden retriever protecting food at this time, if she doesn't teach her a lesson, the ghost knows what stupid things she will do in the future.

"It's so white! Listen to me, no one would sell such a meaningless figurine to such an inflated price. The bubbles are just huge bubbles, and there must be someone behind them!"

"It's not meaningless, and it's not a figure, it's art!" Zhenbai argued with her eyes wide open. She was born in an art family, and she is very good at distinguishing whether an object has artistic value.

Works of art cannot be defiled in the slightest, not to mention the teacher who has never met himself, but has always respected the teacher, belittling the artist into a despicable liar, which is undoubtedly a great insult to Zhenbai.

Her friend Rita, who was Mashiro's roommate in England, was the first person to see such a wonderful artwork.

One day, Rita was very excited and showed her something, saying that she bought it from a neon teacher for 5,000 pounds. Because the price was too low, she asked her roommate Rita felt uncomfortable, feeling that she was taking advantage of others, and she was still holding a grudge in her heart.

At first, Zhenbai didn't take it seriously, because Rita would always show herself some weird things, especially that time when she was still stuck in a bottleneck, and she had always been sluggish. But this time is different. In the 80cm-high model, whether it is from the portrayal of the character's bitter smile, the resentment in his eyes but he can only make up his mind to retreat, or from the simple sandbags and broken eaves and broken walls behind him With such a background, a tragic battlefield suddenly appeared in Zhenbai's mind.

The girl's resolute cheeks were covered with blood, and the resentment and despair in her eyes were vividly displayed, but because the retreat could only leave the wounded behind, she couldn't take away the resentment of her comrades-in-arms, resenting her own incompetence, resenting the existence of war, and resenting that friends would leave. Go away by yourself, resentful that everyone has become a tool of war...