Crouch, who was standing aside, was also curious about my work. After hearing my words and Rachel's instructions, Crouch couldn't wait to reach out to remove the black cloth.

However, with a scream of pain, the elderly Crouch reflexively retracted his hand that had just reached out. There was a drop of blood on his hand, and it was obvious that he was stabbed by my work.

Seeing that the art expert he invited was injured and bleeding, Rachel quickly took out a pack of tissue from his body and gave Mr. Crouch a simple treatment. Finally, he temporarily stopped the blood.

While treating Crouch's wound, Rachel's heart kept turning: Chris told me not to touch the black cloth before, was he intentionally protecting me? Thinking of this, a drunken blush appeared on Rachel's face, but it flashed and did not attract others' attention.

After a brief treatment, Mr. Crouch reached out to remove the black cloth covering the spherical object, but he was much more careful at this time, after all, he would not make the same low-level mistake in a very short time.

Just as Crouch carefully uncovered the black cloth, the whole class gasped, just as Mr. Crouch, our respected vice president of the Los Angeles Arts Association.

It was a large ball of cotton that caught everyone's eyes, but I wrapped it around the cotton with anti-theft wire. Since this thing was not easy to find, I could only cut it from the rooftop of my own bar. If you look closely, you can also find the rust on it. And these rusts are the reason why Crouch's face becomes so ugly. I guess after the evaluation is over, Mr. Crouch will definitely burst out his potential and rush to the hospital as quickly as possible to break the tetanus vaccination.

Regardless of Crouch's gaze of being sucking people, I began to introduce my works: "I named my work the inner world. Most people in this world will not open their hearts to others, but the more such a person is, the more they have the desire to explore others' hearts. However, in the process of exploring other people's inner world, many people will be stabbed, just like Mr. Crouch just now. Here I deeply apologize for Mr. Crouch's injury."

Under the eyes of so many people, Crouch reluctantly accepted my apology. Of course, whether he accepted it or not has much to do with me. I am just doing this.

Since I was done, I continued: "A person's heart often has a strong coat. If others can take off this coat and reveal the most real inner world, and this inner world will definitely be like this cotton wool, pure, warm and gentle. And I always believe in one sentence, human nature is inherently good."

"In my work, the entire sphere is wrapped with black cloth to exude an attraction to others, just like the attraction of a person's inner world to others. Of course, when you rashly uncover this black cloth, you will be injured by the anti-theft wire hidden in the black cloth. This anti-theft wire represents people's protection for themselves and distrust of others. When you break this layer of barbed wire, it is when a person is truly recognized, that is, when you enter his inner world."

After the introduction of my own work, Rachel's eyes were full of confusion: Is this the bad student I know who only knows how to sleep in class and never repent?

Why does he bring me surprises, confusion, and curiosity every time? Chris, what is your inner world like?

From the applause I received from my words, I realized that my work was also successful, and after I suddenly got this inspiration, I never doubted it.

After everyone introduced their works, everyone was invited out of the classroom, and the works were left in the classroom waiting for Crouch's final score. However, before scoring, we must quietly wait for Mr. Crouch to come back from the hospital for injection. Between work and life, most people will choose the answer that comes later.

Of course, scoring is not our students' business, so we don't wait outside the classroom, but go to the restaurant or playground to relax the mental stress caused by the exam.

Two hours later, everyone returned to the classroom very consciously, and the rating work of our works was completed. I just don’t know where the elderly Mr. Crouch went.

When we walked into the classroom, Rachel was the only one left in the classroom. She had anger on her face for some reason, and her eyes were full of apology when she looked at me. This puzzled me. Did Crouch have done anything to Rachel during this rating? But what does her apologetic gaze mean? Although I don’t know what exactly it is, I suddenly felt anger in my heart when I saw Rachel’s gaze. I really don’t understand how this feeling came about. I only hope that the hypocritical Crouch did not do anything ridiculous, otherwise I would make him regret it for life.

When I walked to my work, I finally knew why Rachel had such an expression, because under my work, there was a score that surprised me a little with a red pen. Fifty-seven points, yes, my work failed.

I should have been very puzzled and angry when I saw such a score, but I felt relieved in my heart, and the evil fire that suddenly rose just now calmed down.

While everyone was paying attention to the scores of their works, Rachel seemed to have accidentally walked up to me and whispered: "I'm sorry! I can't stop him."

I know that the ‘he’ here refers to that Crouch, and he gave me such a distinctly personal score, which is most likely because my work has made his noble hand bleeding.

Seeing Rachel's expression like this, I couldn't help but comfort her: "Don't care too much." Hearing my comfort, Rachel just nodded subconsciously, not knowing whether she had listened.

As the saying goes, there are gains and losses. In the written test, I got a high score by mistake, and here I was given a low score by artificially maliciously. This gain and loss made my mentality a little subtle. In this world that can never be fair, it is rare that such a "fairness" will appear. This makes me feel a little enlightenment of Tao, but I can't say what it is. I only know that this enlightenment has only benefits but no harm to me.

Because the art department exam is mainly about the works, if your work fails, then no matter how high your written test score is, your final exam will be unqualified.

There are only two unlucky people in the entire art department who are unqualified in the work. One of them is me, and the other is Colleen who is looking for someone to paint on behalf of others. And I am undoubtedly the most unlucky one of the two unlucky people.

In order not to let myself re-ed up with the lower graders next semester, I decided to go to the back door and find a way out. The person I was looking for was the principal of the Los Angeles-Adam, the old fox. He was looking for him to be the principal. If he was looking for another teacher or academic department, he would definitely lose his word and be held accountable. The old fox Adam was the principal of this school. In the school, his words were full of words, and who would hold him accountable?

More importantly, in this school, he and Xiaoning only know my exact identity. Who should I look for if I don’t look for him?

After making up my mind, I went to Principal Adam's office again, the quaint office building. When I first came, I said it was the same, and the building was still hidden in a lush greenery, but because it is approaching summer, the branches and leaves on the trees appear denser, and this area is cooler, making people feel its natural atmosphere.
Chapter completed!