Three.

Is the president afraid that I won't wash it clean? Tears ran down my cheeks, fell to the corners of my mouth, salty. I lowered my eyelashes, blinked, and concealed the satisfaction in my eyes. "Or maybe I'll buy a new shirt for the president tomorrow as compensation."

Ahem... Wei Jimo cleared his throat, his expression sincere and inclusive. "Dear classmates, please be quiet. I believe Lin must have had little exposure to drawing before. We all start from not knowing, don't we? I think we should give her some time to learn. What do you say?"

Wei Jimo's last sentence successfully silenced the group of dissatisfied girls.

Because I seem to have already seen, beneath Wei Jimo's perfect smile, a hidden gaze on the verge of collapse and wanting to kill.

The meaning of this student is, do I need to fly to Paris to customize a shirt and give it to the president as compensation?

President Wei, are you still not surrendering?

Oh no, this is unbearable. I can't take it anymore! If we continue like this, our calligraphy and painting society will become a laughingstock among other clubs.

"Oh?" Wei Jimo raised his eyebrows, seeming quite interested in me. He even ignored the girl next to him and walked towards me in big strides, saying, "Although you are a freshman, your efficiency seems to be quite high, Lin."

So, you can just wait to continue to be challenged!

I sat absentmindedly in the classroom, casually doodling on the whiteboard, while secretly calculating the next method to push Wei Jimo to the point of losing his temper.

What should we do? It's not my style to be weak all the time. After putting on a pitiful appearance, I started to become tough.

President, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!

President, President, I seem to be a little unfamiliar with this place. Could you come and give me some guidance?

In my heart, I was secretly excited, regardless of the room filled with enough light to turn me into a sieve. I pretended to be excited, grabbing Wei Jimo's hand, and portrayed an image of a successful infatuation conspiracy to the extreme.

If looks could kill, I believe I would have died a thousand times today!

I furrowed my brows and started to think.

Then drive me away!

If it weren't for my perspective, which happened to allow me to see his expression clearly, I'm afraid I would have really thought that he didn't care at all.

However, the angrier I get, the more excited I become!

Wei Jimo had not spoken yet, but his supporters could no longer bear it.

I felt an itchy hatred in my heart, but my face showed a hint of excitement and anticipation as I asked, "Can the president teach me how to draw?"

The speaker is a girl with outstanding appearance and fashionable dress. Her extraordinary looks, combined with delicate makeup, make her look very beautiful. Unfortunately, her aggressive attitude while speaking completely ruins her temperament.

Especially when it is not possible to provoke Wei Jimo, it is also good to provoke his die-hard fans.

Hiss... Once again, the classroom was filled with the sound of everyone inhaling sharply in unison.

President, how do you think of my painting? Ignoring the flying daggers from the girl's eyes, I raised the painting in my hand and successfully attracted the attention of the whole classroom with a high profile.

Are you dissatisfied? Can't bear it anymore?

Of course, I am the only exception!

I reached out to unbutton the shirt collar of Wei Jimo. The gazes in the classroom, like flying knives, once again came at me from all directions.

I filtered out all kinds of discussions from my ears, and looked at Wei Jimo without changing my expression, laughing like a crazy fan.

Okay, it's fine. It's just a shirt, just wash it and it'll be fine. There's no need to let it damage the friendship between us classmates. Everyone agrees, right? The girl's words were interrupted by Wei Jimo's gentle voice.

President, President, I have finished drawing. Would you like to take a look?

Voices like these, resembling the cries of market vendors, resound incessantly in my ears.

Not necessary.Wei Jimo quickly frowned, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

"Um... Lin, what are you drawing?" Wei Jimo's shoulder seemed to shake.

I'm telling you, even if you sell everything you wear and everything you have, you may still not be able to afford a single shirt on Mr. Hui's body.

Mr. Chairman. I cleared my throat, and my voice was so loud that Mu Xiyue next to me quickly covered her face. "I have also completed it."

Phoenix. I blinked innocently and asked, "Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes. President, haven't you heard of it?"

The classroom suddenly filled with a collective gasp, and Mu Xiyue on the side shrank her body and lowered her head even further.

President, President, can you help me take a look and see if there is any problem with my use of colors?

"She's like this, and she still dares to come and participate in our calligraphy and painting society?"

This guy, isn't he here to learn how to draw, but to cause trouble?

Lin, look, we should... As Wei Jimo explained to me, he tried to discreetly withdraw his hand from my palm.

Wei Jimo is like a busy person, shuttling through every corner of the classroom. He patiently guides everyone's questions and doubts, with a graceful and flawless demeanor.

"Oh dear!" I chuckled inwardly as I intentionally shook my right hand holding the paintbrush.

Sure, no problem.

"Just based on you?" The girl looked me up and down, disdainfully saying, "Don't think you necessarily have so much money. Even if you do, with your status, they won't do it for you. Do you know that the designer is..."

The president... I pinched my thigh hard, tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm sorry. How about you take it off and let me take it back to wash it clean?"

In the next moment, on the exquisitely crafted and expensive handmade white shirt by Wei Jimo, a bold and vivid stroke appeared.

That's the president's most beloved shirt!

Can you afford to compensate?

The headline of the school newspaper tomorrow will be settled!

Yes, this level is similar to that of a kindergarten senior class!

Ha ha ha, she calls herself a phoenix? I clearly see a mountain chicken!

Thank you, President.

In order to appease the public anger, and to uphold the honor of the calligraphy and painting society, President, please hurry and ask me to leave.

He casually patted his shirt and revealed a brilliant smile that could instantly charm all the girls present.

The voices in the classroom are becoming more and more dissatisfied, and increasingly angry.

Do you think what you're wearing is cheap stuff from a street stall? Can you find it anywhere? Let me tell you, the shirt the president is wearing is specially handcrafted by a designer from Paris.

"Saying it's a mountain chicken is just flattering her, hmph, clearly it's a duck."