No. 52 Second Round Prank

  "Ah Jian, thank you."

  "For just a few pieces of cake, there's no need to be so polite."

  "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about what happened with Ya Xuan."

  "Where is she?"

  "I was exhausted yesterday and I'm still sleeping."

  Wang Jian immediately picked up the phone and dialed Lin Yaxuan's number, shouting into the receiver in a soul-stirring tone: "Get up!"

  Lin Yaxuan, who was sleeping dazedly, was directly startled by this shout and jumped up from the bed. However, what followed was a wave of waist soreness, calf tremors, and even her buttocks were powerless, her thighs felt like they had been severed, and any touch would make them ache and swell.

  "Don't you feel like you're going to die?" Wang Jian kept saying sarcastic remarks over the phone: "It's just the beginning now, come out and run with me, bring your leg warmers. Remember to eat something, don't faint on the road and get your head blown off by a car."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian hung up the phone, leaving Lin Yaxuan sitting pitifully on Tianran Er's bed, her eyes filled with desolation.

  "Ah Jian... isn't it too strict?"

  Her naturally worried expression, combined with the plate of scallion oil pancake in her hand, made her look particularly lovely, and Wang Jian almost reached out to pinch her face.

  "This is nothing, the suffering I've endured is ten times hers." Wang Jian chuckled: "Is there anything in this world that can be gained without paying a price? She's trafficking drugs and risking being shot dead."

  "Stop saying that about her... she didn't mean it either."

  "Don't talk with your mouth full." Wang Jian finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch Tianran Er's face: "Like a pufferfish, very silly."

  He was pinched by Tian Ran, and his face changed immediately. His eyes flickered several times, and then he ran away with a red face, almost tripping halfway through.

  Wang Jian was also left bewildered by her, having no idea why Tianran Er would exhibit such symptoms. But his ignorance didn't mean that Kaizhe Xu, who had been watching from a distance, was unaware of the situation. After observing the entire process, Kaizhe's teeth were clenched in anger and hatred, but he could only seethe with rage as he knew he couldn't take down Wang Jian, that scoundrel who picked up scraps. Otherwise, he would have already grabbed a frying pan and engaged in a fierce battle with Wang Jian.

  However, he wasn't in a hurry anymore. After a night of silence, he had already come up with a perfect plan to deal with Tian Er, a plan that Wang Jian couldn't break through. After all, everyone knew that Wang Jian, this savage, was good at hunting in the mountains, but if you let him go to some high-end places, this person who couldn't even tell charcoal coffee and cappuccino apart would be a waste with combat power less than five.

  On his way to work, Ke Zi unexpectedly invited Wang Jian to sit in his luxurious Mercedes-Benz worth 2-3 million, and Wang Jian had no reason to refuse, so he got on.

  Sitting in the car, Kezi smiled all over her face: "A Jian, there's a party on Sunday night, let's go together then."

  "No time." Wang Jian was always a man who wouldn't hit someone with a smile on his face, and he also said helplessly: "I have to go set up my street stall, and I don't even drink alcohol."

  "It's okay, go ahead." Kaizixu very seriously and sincerely took out the invitation letter from his pocket: "Rofujin and Dawei will both be there."

  Wang Jian's mouth twitched, could he not understand what Kai Zixu meant? Who doesn't know that Wang San is a country dog, usually can't even afford to put meat in his stir-fried rice cakes, now someone wants him to attend this high-end gathering that requires an invitation letter, isn't it obvious that they want to slap Wang Jian in the face?

  But this kind of thing, no matter what the purpose is, after all, he not only smiled but also sincerely, from the invitation letter cover with Wang Jian's name in a square and upright font, it can be seen that they really want Wang Jian to go.

  Even if he was malicious, Wang Jian wouldn't go, that would be equivalent to admitting defeat. This kind of surrender without a fight, not only could Wang Jian not do it, but even thinking about it made him feel ashamed.

  So Wang Jian had no choice but to accept the invitation: "You're trying to humiliate me on purpose."

  "It's just a gathering among friends, getting to know each other and broadening our horizons." Kezi Xu said lightly: "Meeting more people isn't a bad thing either."

  He said that, and Wang Jian was being too pretentious, so it would be too unmanly. So Wang Jian nodded, folded the invitation twice and put it in his pocket, leaning on the Mercedes-Benz seat: "By the way, I've been wanting to remind you, chasing after Teacher Wang is normal, but don't do anything out of line. You rich people are the most vicious."

  "Hey, you're wronging me! How could I possibly do something so stupid? If I wanted to do it, would I be so careless?"

  "It is." Wang Jian half-closed his eyes: "Thanks for the ride."

  In this way, the two of them spent a rather oppressive morning in an increasingly tense atmosphere in the car until Wang Jian arrived at school and walked to his classroom door.

  As he walked to the door, Wang Jian was stunned, staring blankly at the outer wall and windows of his own classroom, with a fierce glare bursting out of his eyes.

  "Ah!"

  The two of them arrived later and also let out a cry of surprise, looking at the wall and windows covered with red spray paint graffiti, it was truly shocking, with all sorts of circles and crosses, insulting language, mixed English and Chinese curses, etc., it had simply turned the classroom into a garbage dump.

  However, Wang Jian dialed Dawei's phone after a brief silence: "Dawei, buy more spray paint, the kind used for street graffiti."

  Fortunately, it's still a little after six o'clock now. There are about two hours before class starts, and there is more than an hour before the students arrive at school. Wang Jian was also relieved that he arrived early today to ventilate the classroom, otherwise, according to the usual time, the result would be unthinkable.

  When Dawei arrived at the classroom door with a large bag of spray paint, he suddenly understood why Wang Jian had asked him to buy so much of this stuff. And he really got moving, after a brief silence, picked up the phone and dialed someone: "Liu Bo, help me get the road surveillance footage, the surveillance around my workplace, last night's whole night. Yes, the whole night, give you three hours, is it enough? This is the limit, hurry up for me!"

  After hanging up the phone, Dawei looked at Wang Jian for a moment, then handed him a can of spray paint: "You're pretty clever."

  "Hmph, you think you can play this trick on me?" Wang Jian pinched a jar: "Do I really have no other choice?"

  "Don't pretend anymore, just spray it quickly. Such a big wall." Dawei's eyes were fierce, but his tone was very helpless: "Can you paint?"

  "Kidding me? When I was carving peonies out of wood, you were still learning how to draw a cube."

  "Stop bragging, let's see your skills in action, let's have a grand abstract mix of old and new."

  After finishing speaking, the two people rushed up and started spraying "zizi" sound. Tianran Er looked at it for a while, took out three masks from his bag, and ran up: "I also want..."

  So, the three of them kept spraying and spraying until about 7:30. Finally, under Wang Jian's command, Dawei also sprayed the payment on. Then the three people, covered in paint smell, retreated backwards, gazing at the entire wall of art, letting out a long sigh.

  "Your painting skills are quite impressive! At first, I thought it wouldn't be easy to change, but with just a casual touch-up, you've turned it into a stunning heavy-colored ink wash!"

  "There's a saying in traditional Chinese painting that goes 'once wrong, always wrong', it's just a small mistake. Wang Jian wiped his nose: 'If I had more time, I could have even painted the People's Great Hall's version of **'".

  Not long after they went to the office to clean up the paint on their bodies, the first student, Zhang Manting, who had been coming early for a long time, was stunned when she came to class. The entire wall, plus the window, suddenly became a small village spring landscape painting.

  The azure smoke, the black tiles, the fiery maple leaves and the distant mountains and near waters, are a vivid depiction of an autumn morning scene. Under the illumination of the morning sunlight, they complement each other perfectly, creating a beauty that is beyond words.

  Although there are still many flaws and roughness when viewed closely, this does not affect the senses. The old red brick building is a beautiful landscape painting, which instantly makes the building seem to have an extra something called vitality. Anyone who sees it will involuntarily slow down their pace to appreciate it carefully.

  "Man Ting, how is it?" Wang Jian poked his head out from the second floor, looking at Zhang Man Ting who was carrying a backpack: "The teacher's craftsmanship is not bad, right?"

  Zhang Manting stared blankly at Wang Jian, her eyes revealing an incredulous expression, but she didn't respond and hastily walked into the classroom.

  "She's really weird." Dawei stood beside Wang Jian: "This expression..."

  Wang Jian let out a cold snort: "You really don't know how to appreciate things."

  Before long, the students came in droves, and the matter of this painting spread rapidly throughout the school. Non-stop, there were students coming to visit, even bringing all the art teachers over. In an instant, Class 29, which was originally deserted, became the focus of the entire school. It wasn't a sea of people, but it was absolutely very lively and bustling.

  Through this painting, many teachers and students also saw the chairs that can be converted into recliners in Class 29. This F class, which was originally neglected, suddenly became an object of envy and jealousy for others.

  Those F-class students who were often ridiculed and angry also began to hold their heads high, walking with their eyes on the sky, one by one transforming from defeated roosters to proud swans.

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