Emily turned his head to look at his deskmate, who was writing furiously, copying someone's random answer.
"If you haven't written it, copy it." The classmate at the back table patted her on the shoulder. "The English teacher is very fierce and will put you stand on the penalty."
"Thank you." Emily took it, then opened it and read it while writing. After checking it, she pointed out a wrong word.
"You actually discovered that this word was wrong!" The female classmate at the back table was surprised. "It seems that I thought you were too stupid. I thought that it was useless for you to memorize it for so many days."
Emily didn't know how to answer.
She had indeed memorized the words for many days and it was truly useless, but Rex and Vincent's tutoring at night was still quite useful.
When Emily returned the test paper to her, her eyes inadvertently met with a girl in the back row. She vaguely felt that the girl looked a little familiar. After the first lesson, she remembered that when she arrived at school in the morning, the girl she saw at the door was this one.
They were in the same class?
A bit of a coincidence.
Did the girl see her get out of the car?
Emily did not think too much about it. She took a pencil and followed her classmate into the art classroom. The moment she entered, she bumped into someone at the door. "Sorry..."
She covered her mask and stared at Christy in front of her, her expression full of surprise and shock.
"Be careful," Christy said with a friendly smile.
Emily was speechless.
The female classmate at the back of the table tugged at her school uniform sleeve. "Isn't she very beautiful? Look at you. You're stunned."
Emily was still speechless.
The art teacher gave out a blank drawing every class for the students to draw at will. Anyway, no one would appreciate the drawing of the worst class no matter what it was drawn.
Emily took the drawing paper, sat there, and casually painted. Pencil drawing was her shortcoming. She had never studied professionally, and Christy did not know how to draw at all. She picked up an art book, took an apple in the classroom, and put it on the table for everyone to draw. Then she shuttled between the students, pretended to pass by Emily. She lowered her head to look at Emily's painting, and said as if she was commenting, "Is it exciting? Are you surprised?"
Emily was so speechless.
As soon as Christy left, the female classmate sitting behind Emily leaned over. "What did the teacher tell you?"
"Exciting," Emily replied blankly.
The female classmate at the back table was in shock.
"Well, she said my painting is very creative." Emily came back to his senses and casually added a few strokes to her drawing.
The female classmate at the back table looked at her painting. Messy lines intersected on it. It was so ugly that she could not bear to look at it a second time. Was this kind of painting creative?
"Teacher's eyes aren't too good, right?" The female classmate said regretfully.
Emily was still silent.
"Have you seen the painting of the artist named Yu, who is very popular online?" In the back row, students were discussing in whispers.
"I've seen it. It's amazing! I heard from my parents that a painting is worth several million!"
"Yes, it's especially expensive!"
"Moreover, no one knows if Yu is a man or a woman..."
"He must be very ugly. Otherwise, why didn't he show his face, just like someone in our class..."
After the last sentence was said, many people laughed in low voices. Emily heard this and realized that they were laughing at her.
"Madam!" The female classmate at the back of the table raised her hand and said to Christy, "They've been chatting without drawing seriously."
Christy walked over, looked at the row of students, and said, "Stay here if you can't finish."
When she was not angry, she was very beautiful. But when she was angry, she could scare people. The students then stopped talking and continued to draw but stared at the front with unfriendly eyes.
The female classmate at the back table comforted Emily. "It's okay. If there is anything, just report it to the teacher. They don't dare to bully the teacher anyway."
"Thank you," Emily said.
"You are welcome." The female classmate at the back table said, "You can't bear it without saying a word, understand? They will bully you even more."
"Alright."
After the drawing was finished, people in the classroom all left. Emily had yet to finish the drawing when the female classmate at the back table handed over the drawing paper and said to her, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll leave first."
"Okay." Emily waved at her.
"Mr. Vincent asked you to come here?" she walked to Christy with her painting and asked Christy after everyone had left.
Christy pretended to sort out the drawing paper in front of her. "Of course not. I receive eight thousand monthly salaries from you every month. I should do something. My brother told me to come and take care of you."
Emily asked, "Where is Trevor?"
Christy sorted out the paintings. "He's here too," Christy said with a bright smile on her face.
Emily didn't reply.
"You got along very well with Tata." Christy raised an eyebrow at her before she left. "Looks like you're already used to this place."
Emily had a blank expression. "Who?"
Christy opened the drawing paper and looked at it again. "The girl sitting next to you. I saw that you guys were chatting happily."
"Her name is Tata?" Emily was deep in thought.
"You still don't know her name?" Christy asked in surprise.
Emily replied, "I don't know."
Christy didn't answer.
If it was exciting and surprising to see Christy in the art class, Emily was already immune when she saw Noah in the PE class the next day.