European oil paintings hang on the walls of the art room, and the middle of the classroom is full of painting boards, enough to accommodate the next three classes.
Bai Yao's eyes widened when he walked to the oil painting in the middle. There was a naked little boy in the oil painting. His blond hair, amber eyes, and fair skin were clearly that of his deskmate Xiao Yu. appearance.
Bai Yao had to complain in his heart: foreigners are really good at playing.
He lowered his head and dug out a match in his bag. There was only one piece of firewood left in it. Bai Yao lit the firewood without hesitation, approached the oil painting, and scraped the burning wood against the oil painting, leaving behind carbon dioxide. Black scorch marks, flames spread instantly on both sides of the scorch marks.
The classmates around were all attracted by Bai Yao's movements. After seeing Bai Yao burning the oil painting, the man in the black hat instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and said with an ugly face, "It's over, it's over, my benefactor." She is seeking death like this, even if she wants to save her, she is the one she provoked..."
Xiaoyu appeared behind Bai Yao at some point. He couldn't understand it and looked at this scene with some emotion in his eyes. He choked and said:
"You will die if you do this, do you know that?"
Xiaoyu's eyes drooped, her heart was filled with obscure and complicated emotions, and indescribable emotions surged into her heart. Why? Why should the painting be destroyed for him?
Bai Yao stuck out his tongue playfully, "I'll destroy anything I don't like."
The art teacher in the crowd did not dare to step forward and say something to accuse Bai Yao. Instead, he looked at Xiao Yu with a calm face next to Bai Yao with some fear.
Xiaoyu stepped forward and took Bai Yao's arm and walked out of the door. When she came to a deserted place, she asked angrily with a calm face, "Why are you so impulsive? Do you know how terrible things will happen?" Isn’t it strange?”
Bai Yao shook his head indifferently, "Anyway, I will die before I die. I might as well do something that makes me happy before I die."
With that said, Bai Yao took out the whittling knife he saw in the dormitory from his bag and handed it to Xiao Yu, "Here, this should be yours, little Ai Yu~"
Ai Yu is Xiaoyu's real name.
Xiaoyu's eyes were moved, and he stared blankly at the whittling knife in Bai Yao's hand, which was his favorite carpentry tool. His eyes suddenly turned red, "So you know my name and you also entered my dormitory."
Looking at Bai Yao's bright smile, those reproachful words came to his lips but he couldn't say them out. His heart was full of guilt. He knew that if Bai Yao destroyed the oil painting, he would be targeted by that person. Tomorrow, Bai Yao will definitely die, and he will not be able to protect her.
Bai Yao saw that Xiao Yu seemed to be in a bad mood, rubbed his hair and advised, "You don't have to pay too much attention to what I do for you, just treat it as the last bit of kindness of a human girl before she dies."
Xiaoyu frowned, with confusion on his face, and said angrily, "But if you don't do these things, you can survive! At least, I can ensure that you get through this newbie copy safely!"
Bai Yao said helplessly, "My little classmate, do you still remember the first time we met? I said that I am not afraid of death. When I wait for the arrival of 18, I am waiting for death. If I want to live, even if you don't Come and help me, I am confident that I can survive, but if I want to die, no matter how you help me, you still can't stop me from wanting to die."
Bai Yao's eyes were full of indifference. After saying these words, his heart felt calm. The word "death" was as commonplace to Bai Yao and there was nothing to be afraid of.
After all, she is someone who has died twice.
