Chapter 104 The Unreasonable Old Lady "cough!" At this moment, the old lady suddenly coughed. Only then did Yu Xian hear the noise and turned around. She didn't know the old lady at the door, but judging from her clothes, she didn't look like a teacher. Teachers in art academies are very good at dressing up. They are color artists themselves and are not short of money. They know how to match clothes to show their unique personality and elegant taste. The old lady's outfit, which is only a gray suit, is a bit too down-to-earth. "Hello." Yu Xian asked, "What's the matter?" "Who let you in?"
The old lady started by questioning, and her tone was not very friendly. He looked at Yu Xian with a stern look, and a hint of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes. Guangmei has never been short of beauties, but the girl in front of him seems to be ranked at the top among the most beautiful students in history. Yu Xian was thinking in his heart, this old lady’s tone was so fierce, as if everyone in the world owed her money. However, seeing that she was old, Yu Xian did not care, but explained: "I saw that the door of the center was not locked, so I came in to practice sketching." "Oh." The old lady responded with a wooden face. Seeing Yu Xian still writing, she couldn't help but say, "Go back early and don't come next time. The electricity bill for turning on the lights and the loss of teaching materials, don't these cost money?" “Lost teaching materials?” Yu Xian couldn't help but say, "I have already paid the tuition, and I also pay the electricity bill every month." "Hum~" The old lady snorted coldly: "That's just the cost of your classes and the electricity in the dormitory, but it doesn't include the cost of you secretly coming to the art center to practice painting!" "secretly?" Yu Xian had never seen such an unreasonable old lady. This is like not allowing people to play basketball on the playground in college because it will easily cause the basketball frame to age; You are also not allowed to run on the playground, as this can easily cause wear and tear on the plastic track. And he even used the word "secretly", which made it sound like he was deliberately looking for trouble. Yu Xian is not the type of person who allows herself to be bullied. She gives all her tenderness to Chen Zhe, but that doesn't mean this girl from Sichuan and Chongqing has no temper. "If you don't let me come, I won't come?" Yu Xian raised his head and chin: "I want to come over, let's see what you can do to me." After saying this, Yu Xian turned around and continued painting, not wanting to bother with this arrogant and overbearing old lady anymore.
Seeing that the little girl really left her back to her, the old lady was a little slow to react. After so many years, it seems that no one has ever treated me like this. Not to mention in Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts. "Crack~" The old lady seemed so angry that she turned off the lights in the painting center. Suddenly, the surroundings fell into pitch darkness. The laughter of students coming from downstairs and the never-ending croaking of frogs in the summer grass mixed together and intertwined into the unique sounds of the university campus. "Deng Deng Deng~" Yu Xian stood up, walked over without saying a word, and turned on the light again. The room became bright again, and she sat back at the drawing board, just picking up the pencil. With a "click", the light in the center was turned off by the old lady again. Yu Xian walked over angrily again and turned on the light again. "Crack~" Locked up again. "Snapped!" Yu Xian opened it again. "Crack~" "Snapped!" …… Neither of them spoke, but it seemed like neither of them was convinced by the other. If you turn it off, I turn it on, and if you turn it on, I turn it off. As a result, the light bulb was the first to be unable to bear the teasing of the old and the young. When Yu Xian turned on the light again, there was a "squeak" sound, and the light tube flickered on and off, and suddenly went out completely. "That's good." The old lady couldn't help but stroke her hand and smiled: "You damaged school property. Which class are you from? I'm going to report it to your class teacher!" "No hurries!" Yu Xian refused to let the old lady have her way, and said disdainfully: "Can't I just fix it? There's a tool shop downstairs, you wait here!" After saying that, Yu Xian ran out quickly. Suddenly, the old lady was the only one left in the silent and dark art gallery. She shook her head secretly: "They said they wanted me to wait, but they were afraid of taking responsibility and took the opportunity to run away. The quality of art academy students is really getting worse every year..." She took out her cell phone, put it close to her face with reading glasses, and finally found a number and dialed it: "Xiaotong."
The call was quickly connected, and a middle-aged female voice was polite and respectful: "Teacher Guan, it's so late, haven't you rested yet?" "Well, I'm..." The old lady was about to arrange for someone to come and repair it when she suddenly heard the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps coming from the stairs. She was stunned for a moment, then said, "I have something to do now, call me back later." As soon as I hung up the phone, Yu Xian appeared at the door with a light bulb in his hand. Did she really buy new light bulbs? The old lady was a little shocked, but she said sarcastically: "I thought you ran away!" "Didn't you threaten to tell my homeroom teacher?" Yu Xian also retorted: "I definitely wouldn't dare to run." "Not only will I tell your class teacher, I will also call the police to have you arrested!" The old lady continued fiercely. "goose……" Yu Xian suddenly laughed twice. She was a little angry at the old lady's unreasonableness and domineering at first, but now she thinks she is quite cute. Next, Yu Xian turned off the power and moved a table over. These skillful actions showed that she often did this at home. The old lady watched silently, watching Yu Xian roll up her sleeves, bite a rubber band in her mouth, and tie her loose long hair into a bun. It looked like she really intended to replace the light bulb herself. But before climbing up, Yu Xian suddenly remembered something, carefully took off the bracelet on his wrist and gently put it aside. "Ho!" The old lady said sarcastically, "Is this bracelet worth a lot of money? Hundreds of thousands or millions?" "It's not worth much. I bought it from a stall on South Street for 5 yuan!" Yu Xian's voice suddenly became soft: "But this is a gift from my boyfriend." In the darkness, the old lady's mouth twitched and she fell silent for a rare moment. When Yu Xian climbed onto the table, the old lady slowly walked over a few steps and put her hand on the table. It was clearly an act of concern, but she was actually saying, "You better be careful. It's okay if you fall, but don't hit me." "do not worry!" Yu Xian rolled his eyes and said, "You stand on the right side, and when I fall I will definitely fall to the left. That should be fine, right?" "That's pretty much it!" Although the old lady said this, she secretly used her hands to steady herself.
After a while, there was a "click" sound and the new light tube was installed. Yu Xian turned on the power and tried it, and the brightness was exactly the same as before. She moved the table back, put on the 5-yuan glass bracelet again, clapped her hands and said, "It's fixed. I'm going back to the dormitory too!" "Good morning!" The old lady regained her arrogant expression and said, "It's a waste of time. Otherwise, I would have gone back to bed long ago." "You are……" Yu Xian misunderstood the old lady's meaning: "Is this the auntie who is responsible for locking the door of the art gallery?" The old lady was stunned for a moment, then said with a sullen face: "What else? You should leave quickly. You are a quiet person but you are quite talkative. I am going to lock the door!" "Let's go now~" Yu Xianxin said that she never wanted to meet this unreasonable old lady again, and by the way, she tore up the drawing paper she had just practiced and threw it into the trash can. After leaving the painting center, Yu Xian took out his cell phone and subconsciously called Chen Zhe. "Director Chen, let me tell you, I just ran into a very domineering auntie who locked the door at the painting center..." Yu Baibai chattered to Chen Zhuo about what happened tonight, just as she usually liked to share every little detail of her life with Chen Zhuo. At the window of the art center upstairs, the old lady watched Yu Xian's figure getting farther and farther away. She suddenly walked back to the trash can and picked up the few pieces of drawing paper that Yu Xian had thrown away. He unfolded it bit by bit under the light, and couldn't help but frowning: "Is it so ugly?" After looking at it for a while, he nodded reluctantly: "It's quite spiritual." But when I looked closer, I saw a faint pencil mark of a name in the upper right corner of the drawing paper, which seemed to have been written and then erased with an eraser. Chenzhe. "Is that girl's name Chen Zhe?" The old lady thought to herself. "Dingling bell~" Suddenly, the phone rang. It was the same middle-aged female voice as before: "Teacher Guan, what did you want me to do just now?" "Little boy." The old lady picked up the phone, held up a piece of drawing paper towards the light and asked, "Can you help me check if there is a girl named Chen Zhuo among the freshmen of the Academy of Fine Arts this year?" ······ (Please give me a monthly ticket.) (End of this chapter)