After playing the piano, Fang Yifan led Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao to his studio to view his latest masterpieces.

A true master-level work, even if Fang Yifan has master-level painting skills, will take a long time to complete;

But what he is painting now is just a game. It may be top quality for ordinary painters, but for Fang Yifan, it is just a piece of cake.

"Not bad, not bad. This is the feeling I want, but the rocket is a bit eye-catching and lowers the quality of the entire painting."

Qiao Yingzi pointed at the oil painting and commented.

The oil painting is cartoon style, and the content is that Qiao Yingzi rides a rocket out of the earth and flies into space. On the screen, the sun hangs high and nine planets surround it, which is very spectacular;

The Rocket that Qiao Yingzi dislikes is Fang Yifan himself, presented in a materialized way, a science fiction version of being a bully and a horse.

"This is a new type of launch vehicle, the Long March 258. It is durable and durable, and it doesn't use fuel. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

This was already Hong Guoguo's teasing, but since the two of them kissed and hugged each other, it was considered within the normal operating range.

"Return the No. 258 launch vehicle. You two are too sweet. I can't stand it. I'll withdraw first."

Huang Zhitao felt unhappy as if his things had been taken away.

"It's so sour, Fang Hou, your Taozi is jealous, I'm okay as a wingman."

"Who belongs to his family? Let's see if I don't tear your mouth apart..."

The two have been friends for many years, but it's not just a plastic sisterhood. Of course, they won't really fight, but even so, the scenes at the scene are enough for Fang Yifan to feast his eyes on.

We are all good children, healthy and happy children.

"Stop, stop, let me take a call. It's probably my mother urging me to go home."

Qiao Yingzi had no advantage in height or physical strength, so she was suppressed by Huang Zhitao. Just as the phone rang again, she could only raise the white flag to surrender.

"Yingzi, where are you? Why haven't you gone home yet?"

Song Qian was originally a teacher at Chunfeng Middle School, so she knew the schedule of Chunfeng Middle School very well. Seeing that Qiao Yingzi had not returned home at this time, she called her.

"I'm looking at his new paintings at Fang Hou's house. Tao Zi is with me."

Qiao Yingzi, who had already planned it, used a shield.

"Tao Zi is here too, okay, remember to come back early after watching this."

Sure enough, Huang Zhitao's name was quite useful to Song Qian, but even so, Qiao Yingzi decided to leave after hanging up the phone; yes, Song Qian's intimidation power is so great.

"Fanfan, Yingzi, who is this?"

After becoming rich, Fangyuan became even more tired. Before 4:30, he excused himself to meet clients and came back early.

"Dad, this is my classmate Huang Zhitao. She also lives in Shuxiangyayuan. She came to see my paintings with Yingzi."

Fang Yifan quickly introduced.

"Hello Uncle Fang"

"Hello, hello, you guys are leaving. Come and play often."

There is nothing to say about the fat-bellied Fang Yuan and his friendly nature. Just by looking at his face, I think he is easy to get along with.

"Son, you have good taste. She is the goddess you mentioned, right?"

After seeing Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao walking away, Fangyuan joked: The relationship between father and son is very good. There are some things that Tong Wenjie doesn't know, but Fangyuan does.

"Dad, you are such a nosy. Hey, it's only half past four and you left early again. You're not afraid that your boss will fire you."

It has only been two months since I traveled back in time, and I have been known to be late, leave early, and ask for leave for more than ten days. Sometimes Fang Yifan feels that Fang Yuan really deserved to be fired from the drama.

"If you drive me, I'm an old employee with more than ten years of experience. It's fine if I don't drive him."

Money is a man's courage. I changed it half a month ago. Fangyuan didn't dare to be so arrogant.

………

On the other side, even if Qiao Yingzi went back immediately, Song Qian still picked the wrong one.

"Yingzi, Fang Yifan is an art student. You can't learn from him. He can get into the Central Academy of Fine Arts with a test of more than 500 yuan. Can you compare with him?"

"Mom, I just went to look at the paintings. I'm back now, right?"

Qiao Yingzi put down the painting in her hand and pursed her lips, feeling helpless.

"When should you not look at Fang Yifan's paintings? You are in your senior year of high school now, so you must focus on your studies; after taking the college entrance examination, I will let you look at them as long as you want."

Since her divorce from Qiao Weidong, Song Qian has spent all her thoughts on her daughter, hoping that she will give her a reputation; now that the college entrance examination is about to take place, she has spent all her sleep and food, forgetting to eat and sleep, thinking that her daughter can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, so that she can feel proud.

Love that is too heavy will become a burden. Song Qian's love is a burden to Qiao Yingzi.

Walking into her room, she put down Fang Yifan's paintings, put down her schoolbag, and took out a test paper. Qiao Yingzi started to do the test paper. In the past six months, her mother would only be really happy when she concentrated on doing the test paper.

………

Chunfeng Middle School

Senior high school teacher's office

In the third year of high school, not only the students have heavy tasks, but the teachers also do not have much ease. The test papers are basically taken home and corrected overnight, because the wrong questions will be given in class the next day.

"Teacher Li, people should not be judged by their appearance. Fang Yifan from your class usually laughs and laughs like a normal person. He has a strong sense of honor and disgrace. At the end of last semester, he only got 69 in physics, which is his strong point. But you know that he passed yesterday's test.

How much?"

Heavy, Fang Yifan's physics teacher came to Li Meng early in the morning to tell him the good news.

"How many exams did you take?"

Thinking of the math test paper she revised yesterday, Li Meng made some guesses.

"98, the highest in the class, maybe the highest in the school; this test paper was written by myself, there is absolutely no water content."

What is the joy of a teacher? Seeing the rapid progress of students' performance must be one of them.

"Fang Yifan has really worked hard this summer. His English score in yesterday's test was 145, which is also the first in the class, two points higher than Qiao Yingzi."

"Chinese 135 has made great progress compared to the previous semester."

Although he had blackmailed a large amount of money, he still deserves praise, Pan Shuai also said.

"Chemistry 96, tied for first place with Qiao Yingzi."

"Biology 97, first in the class"

"This kid can do it. He broke out in one summer vacation. Teacher Li, how many math tests did he take?"

Pan Shuai was also a little happy for Fang Yifan, and took the opportunity to get close to his goddess.

"Mathematics 150, perfect score."

Happiness comes too suddenly, this is how Li Meng feels at this moment.

"150, 135, 145, 97, 96, 98, 721, these are the seedlings of northern Qing Dynasty."

After a heavy calculation, he said.

"I guess I won't be able to go to Qingbei. His mother called me a few days ago and said that she wanted him to become an art student."

Before knowing this score, Li Meng also thought that letting Fang Yifan become an art student was a good choice, especially after receiving the oil painting from him yesterday.

But now, art student or Qingbei?

"With a score of 721, it would be a waste to become an art student."

Not just Li Meng, all the teachers in this office think so.

"Wait a moment, there will be a test next week when school officially starts;

At that time, Fang Yifan still had such grades, so I would talk to his parents about it."
Chapter completed!