On the first day of school, Fang Yifan walked into the school gate with a schoolbag hanging on his chest and a painting bucket behind him.

"Fang Yifan, what are you carrying, a rocket launcher?"

Finding someone calling him from behind, Fang Yifan turned around and saw Huang Zhitao.

"What do you want me to ask you?"

This licking dog hasn’t sent me a WeChat message for nearly two months, and I’m really not used to it.

"I painted an oil painting, and I plan to give it to Teacher Li Meng."

Cast the net wide and catch more fish. Although Yingzi is good, this one is not bad either.

"Really? I heard from Yingzi that you plan to be an art student. Is this really true?" Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao are best friends. They kept in touch during the summer vacation, and most of the news about Fang Yifan came from her mouth.

"Fanghou, Taozi"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and at the same time, Qiao Yingzi also jumped out from behind Fang Yifan.

"Yingzi, I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to be thinner."

Qiao Yingzi's body did look a bit thin. As a best friend, Huang Zhitao expressed sincere concern.

"How can I not lose weight if my mother keeps me at home doing test papers every day? But this summer vacation is actually not bad. I have Fang Hou accompanying me."

I'm very lucky to have Fang Yifan help attract firepower and make myself happy this summer vacation.

"Oh, yes, you said he went to your mother to make up lessons, so this summer vacation must be very fulfilling."

Huang Zhitao is actually quite miserable. Her parents are medical personnel who went to Africa to support her. She has been growing up with her uncle since she was in junior high school. She and Ji Yangyang have some sympathy for each other. She very much hopes to have her family to accompany her.

"It's fulfilling, very fulfilling. I guarantee that Fang Hou's next academic performance will make your eyes shine."

Fang Yifan's progress made Qiao Yingzi feel incredible. Finally, she was not the only one to be hit next; tremble, mortal.

"Really? Did your mother give him chicken blood?" Taking extra classes during the summer vacation can indeed improve his grades, but by how much, Huang Zhitao thinks Qiao Yingzi's words are too exaggerated.

Because he was carrying an oil painting on his back, Fang Yifan did not go to the classroom like Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao, but went directly to Li Meng's office.

"Report"

"Come in, Fang Yifan, what are you doing?"

Fang Yifan also had too many criminal records. When Li Meng saw him like this, he thought he was going to cause trouble again.

"Teacher Li, thank you for taking care of me during the summer vacation. It just so happens that your birthday is coming soon. This is the birthday gift I prepared for you."

Fang Yifan put down the oil painting from behind and handed it to Li Meng.

"Study hard and stop doing these silly things. The teacher will not accept gifts. Remember to come and take them back after school."

Li Meng took the oil painting and placed it next to the table without opening it.

"Teacher, this is the debut work of a rising art master. Why don't you open it and take a look?"

It can be considered the truth, but in line with Fang Yifan's tone, it is a bit shameless.

"Did you paint your own oil paintings? Your mother said that she would turn you into an art student."

The oil painting hand-painted by the student was given as his birthday gift, and Li Meng decided to open it and take a look.

"Well, that's good. With Fang Yifan's level, no wonder you dared to be so promiscuous last semester."

The speaker was Pan Shuai, Fang Yifan's Chinese teacher, who had always had a crush on Li Meng. He was paying attention from behind when the two were talking. When Li Meng opened the oil painting, he came over to watch.

"No matter how good you are in painting, you can't relax while studying. Fang Yifan, your mother has said that she is planning to have you take the Central Academy of Fine Arts exam. I am disgusted by your downward trend last semester."

Some students want encouragement, and some students want criticism. In Li Meng's eyes, Fang Yifan, who shines brightly with just a little sunshine, needs education through setbacks.

"Teacher Li, you don't know how hard I worked during this summer vacation; I hung my hair on my head, stabbed my buttocks, worked around the clock, and accepted Qiao Yingzi's mother's devilish training; today's Fang Yifan is not the Fang Yifan two months ago.

You can't look at people with old eyes."

It is also to prepare for the next blockbuster, Fang Yifan predicted in advance.

"Okay, okay, how have you said this before? But today's gift is really good. The teacher has accepted it. You should go back to the classroom quickly."

Li Meng looked at herself in the oil painting. She was dignified and full of youthful vitality. It was indeed good.

As for Pan Shuai, he never blinked after opening the painting.

"Then I'll go back first, see you teacher."

Fang Yifan bowed before leaving, looking like a good student.

What to do on the first day back to school, of course, are various tests, euphemistically called to test whether everyone has relaxed during the summer vacation; Fang Yifan, like other students, took a day of tests, and when he was about to go home, Pan Shuai called

Lived him.

"Teacher Pan, are you looking for me?"

When I walked into the office, I found Pan Shuai alone.

"Fang Yifan is here, sit down."

Pan Shuai pointed to the chair opposite and said.

"Teacher Pan, what do you want from me?"

Fang Yifan asked after sitting down. At first, he thought it was about study, but looking at Pan Shuai's expression, it was clearly not the case.

"Fang Yifan, didn't you become an art student? So from now on, your painting is also equivalent to studying, right?"

After hesitating again and again, Pan Shuai spoke.

"If you say that, it's not wrong."

Looking at Pan Shuai's twitchy expression, Fang Yifan made some guesses.

"That's right. I think the oil painting you gave Teacher Li Meng this morning is quite good. Why don't you paint one for me too? The teacher will give you money so that you won't paint it in vain."

Sure enough, we are both dog lickers from the end of the world. How can we meet each other before?

"Okay, teacher, I'll take a picture of you first, and then I'll draw it for you when you get home."

Fang Yifan started to act stupid.

"Well, instead of drawing me, I asked you to draw Teacher Li Meng."

Pan Shuai's face turned red when he said this.

"Draw Teacher Li Meng? Teacher Pan, you won't do anything bad to my paintings, right?"

Fang Yifan said while making a masturbation gesture.

"No big or small, who do you think I am?"

Pan Shuai tapped Fang Yifan's forehead with his finger, as if he had been wronged; but in Fang Yifan's view, this was the look of the sultry man becoming angry after being exposed.

"Teacher, my paintings are not cheap. Are you sure you want them?"

Although Qiao Weidong gave him 10,000 yuan in pocket money, the more the better, so Fang Yifan decided to take the opportunity to kill Pan Shuai.

"How many?"

Pan Shuai also had the consciousness of being slaughtered for daring to speak like this.

"You see, this is the money Qiao Yingzi's father gave me to buy paintings. Of course you are different from him. You are my teacher after all. I will give you a half discount."

Fang Yifan opened WeChat on his mobile phone and saw Pan Shuai read the transfer voucher Qiao Weidong gave him; the 10,000 yuan and the money to buy the painting were clearly there.

"10,000 Yuan?"

I thought about being slaughtered, but I didn't expect Fang Yifan to be so evil.

"Ten thousand is Uncle Qiao. If it's Teacher Pan, you can transfer me 5,000. Originally, it would be fine if it was lower, but I can't destroy the market, and the price is low, and I can't stand up to Teacher Li's flourishing beauty. Do you think so?"

Is this true, Teacher Pan?"
Chapter completed!