Chapter 195 (1/2)
Chapter 195: Counterattack Arriving So Quickly
“I have never thought that you would be so wordy,” Yuan Zhou heaved a sigh and said helplessly.
“I’m wordy? It’s because you understand nothing,” Wu Hai said bluntly.
“Um. Now, how can I learn it? How would you arrange the time?” Yuan Zhou automatically neglected Wu Hai’s ridicule.
“Puff,” Ling Hong couldn’t help giggling.
“What are you laughing at? Do you understand?” Wu Hai got irritated even before Yuan Zhou said anything.
“Never mind. You guys continue. Of course I don’t understand…” In the face of the earnest manner of Wu Hai, Ling Hong straightforwardly covered his own mouth and took one step back.
“Good that you know your limitations. Leave this majesty alone now,” Wu Hai suddenly uttered a word that made Ling Hong unable to cry and laugh.
“Ok, I’m leaving.” While saying that, Ling Hong walked out of the restaurant in quick steps. Since he had already known why Yuan Zhou was looking for Wu Hai, he surely wouldn’t stay there longer.
Then a burst of laughter passed from outside, obviously from Ling Hong.
“A person with a psychological disorder,” Yuan Zhou uttered.
“What disease?” Wu Hai was an old-fashioned elderly teen who seldom used the internet.
“Nothing. You continue,” Yuan Zhou said with a serious tone.
“Continue what? You know nothing. How can I teach you?” Wu Hai took a look at Yuan Zhou spitefully.
“But you just agreed,” the way Yuan Zhou spoke was simple and straightforward. He didn’t reveal any intentions of urging him.
“I never say I won’t teach you,” Wu Hai glanced at Yuan Zhou and suddenly took out a marker pen from the pocket of his short pants.
“Do you have a white paper? Not the kind that you used for writing your request for leave,” Wu Hai specifically instructed. After all, he would probably be unable to eat well whenever he saw those kinds of A4 paper now.
He was simply allergic to that paper.
“You have a really big pocket,” Yuan Zhou first looked at Wu Hai’s pockets curiously before he took out a notebook from the cabinet below.
“Your cabinet is more miraculous. There’s even a notebook like this,” Wu Hai looked at the Winnie the Pooh pattern on the cover with a manner of dislike
“What do you want this for?” Yuan Zhou tried to change the subject to cover something. He wouldn’t tell Wu Hai that his hobby was to watch the animated cartoons of animals, which didn’t agree with his usual aloof and proud manner.
“I will give you a book list so you can go to buy them by yourself. Only after you read them all can I teach you. You should be able to finish reading within three days,” Wu Hai answered, with his head lowered
With the marker pen emitting a continuous sound of “Shua Shua” on the notebook, Wu Hai wrote two pages in all before he stopped.
Although the handwriting with the marker pen was a little bigger, there were still 11 books written on the two pages. It was not an easy job to read all of them in three days. It seemed that Wu Hai had calculated the time according to his reading speed.
“That’s all. Go to buy them,” Wu Hai said bluntly and affirmatively.
Yuan Zhou received the book list and felt slightly dumbfounded. Other books like Rodin on Art, Philosophy of Art, Da Vinci’s Theory of Painting, On the Art of Eternity were anyhow understandable. Yet, what the hell were with the books, Kindergarten Fine Arts Education and Kindergarten Art Handmade Text? Besides, there were five other similar books. Of course, not only for kindergarten stage, but also primary school and junior middle school.
“What books are they?” Yuan Zhou pointed at the several books and asked seriously.
“They can help you to understand the basics of painting. You cannot expect to learn to fly directly before you know how to walk, right?” Wu Hai took a look at him and said calmly.
“I’m an adult,” Yuan Zhou tried to refrain himself from the desire to turn around and get a knife before saying reasonably. Of course it would be more convincing if he wasn’t holding a carving knife in his hand.
“What? You don’t believe me?” Wu Hai frowned and then said with a solemn expression.