"Forget it, I don't want to be brother-in-law with you guys!"

When Sang Jia heard a group of people making random ideas for him, he immediately opened his mouth. Sang Jia knew that the girls these guys knew could not be said to be no conservative girls, but there would definitely not be more than one or two. Moreover, these people all like to eat fast food. Who knows that the girls they introduced had never touched their hands, Sang Jia was still a bit obsessed with cleanliness in this regard.

After thinking about it for a while, he really thought of someone. When he was about to call the girl, he suddenly found that his phone rang.

I took it out and saw that it was my mother, so I walked aside and answered the phone.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"If you have nothing to do, can't you call my son?" Xia Yanqiu said.

"How is that possible? Whenever you want to fight, you will be beaten?" Sang Jia immediately said with a compliment.

"Stop being slow, wait until the night, call your elder brother and second brother and go home for dinner," said Xia Yanqiu.

When Sang Jia heard this, he asked, "Are you here in the imperial capital?"

"Well, I'll come here to see the supermarket situation and stay here for one night. You three happened to be back for dinner today. I brought something here and see if your brother is free to come back to make it. If I don't have time, I'll let Master Chen do it," said Xia Yanqiu.

Xia Yanqiu knows how to cook herself, but she understands that few people like to eat what she makes. If she is absolutely necessary, she can fill her stomach, but this is obviously not the time for her to show her hands.

"Okay, I'll arrive as soon as I'm late." Sang Jia immediately responded.

"It's not time to go tonight," Sang Jia said to his friends when she came back.

The friends said wonderingly: "What's wrong?"

"My mother is here and I'm going home for dinner tonight," said Sang Jia.

"You are so filial. I am most afraid of having dinner with my parents. I will scold me as soon as I get to the table."

"Who is not?"

...

"Okay, I don't have the courage of you. Our family mainly listens to my mother. I'll leave first," said Sang Jia.

"Isn't it night? Why are you leaving now?"

Sang Jia said: "I have something to do, I have to go to school."

"Okay, let's go test drive together if you have time another day. By the way, Lao Sang, when will the German piece I want come?"

"I don't know, I said it was on the road. I really didn't have a clear letter when it will arrive. But it's been two weeks. I said why are you anxious? Foreigners are just dragging you down. Why don't you know, why are you waiting for?" Sang Jia was a little emotional.

The man opened his mouth and said, "I can't help but not hurry. I made an appointment with someone to run."

"It's enough to play normally. If you have nothing to do, what kind of car racing? I'll tell you that something is illegal," said Sang Jia.

Sang Jia likes to play cars, but he will never go racing with others, especially on the road. First, I am Sang Bai will not allow him. If he dares to do this, he will peel his son's skin. His father is just smiling, but once he warns seriously, Sang Jia knows that he is better to listen. Second, he has seen a car crash and a person who is killed. It is one of his classmates, which happened two months ago.

"You are just too timid. If you don't run such a good car, wouldn't it be useless to buy it?"

"Why do I think luxury cars are used to pick up girls?" someone replied.

Sang Jia didn't want to stay here with these people anymore. These people said three words, one was a car, and the remaining two were all picking up girls.

He drove into his own Corvette and left the car room in a flash, headed all the way to his school, and entered the classroom at the school.

"Oh, see who is back. How can Mr. Sang have time to come back to the classroom today?"

A female classmate who was painting saw Sang Jia and immediately started to tease her.

Sang Jia is the youngest among these students, and some of them have taken the exam several times, just like this female classmate, who is already in her twenties. Seeing Sang Jia, she couldn't help but tease her.

"I'll be back to hand in my homework." Sang Jia shook the paint tube in his hand.

"You are really good enough. You can't even draw when you play all day, but you will always be there when you hand in your homework." When the students saw Sang Jia hand in hand in their homework, they came over and took a look in the classroom.

Sang Jia's technique is absolutely fine. Since childhood, he has followed Huang Daoran and has collected so many famous calligraphy and paintings. His level is naturally higher than that of these classmates.

Painting has been paid for money from ancient times to the present. Although there are poor children who have made their mark in painting, such as Qi Baishi and Huang Daoran, most of them are in good condition at home. There is no way, and there is a natural advantage.

For example, Sang Jia, the paintings at home are decorated with houses and have worked hard, so they are naturally better than those of the classmates. However, these are good things to refer to in terms of techniques, and in terms of personal style, they are far from talking about them. Moreover, Chinese paintings are age-based, and oil paintings are everywhere, but there are very few young people who are famous in Chinese paintings.

Sang Jia handed in several sketches of the Great Wall. He went to the Great Wall for more than a week a few days ago and wrote these sketches as homework.

"Help me hand over the painting to Teacher Xu," said Sang Jia.

"What's left to me?"

Just as he was talking, a middle-aged short man in his forties walked in. It was Sang Jia's class teacher.

As soon as Sang Jia saw the teacher, he immediately stood up straight. His education since childhood made him not call the teacher Lao Xu and others behind the scenes like other classmates. He could be casual with classmates and outsiders, but he was always respectful when he saw the teacher.

"Teacher, I have done my homework. I think you are not here, please give it to my classmates," Sang Jia said softly.

For this student, the teacher loves and hates it. It’s good to study English, which makes art students headache. This kid passed the CET-6 exam in the first year, which means that he can’t stop him from graduation. In addition, Huang Daoran said that he would let the kid go to his postgraduate degree in the future and have a straightforward job, so some teachers were inevitably a little unhappy.

Also, this child is so silly that he is changing his sports car, and there are not many teachers here who can afford it. It is inevitable that some people will be jealous. Don’t think that university teachers are a large number of people, and there are many petty people. Not that no one has ever said strange things to the school leaders, but when Huang Daoran jumped out, others had to shut up.

Love is that this child is a student who respects teachers now. When he is with the teacher, he will stand there all the time if the teacher doesn’t let him sit. When the teacher leaves, he will watch the teacher out.

"Oh, you must be serious about your homework. If you are not serious, you will be fine," said the teacher.

"Well, look at it." Sang Jia walked over and took his painting from his classmate.

Teacher Xu took it and saw that the child was painting seriously, and his techniques and composition were excellent. He didn't say it, but he said in his heart: No wonder Mr. Huang fell in love with him.

After handing in the homework, the teacher was quite satisfied, so Sang Jia let the sheep goat out.

I didn't go home immediately after leaving the school gate, but instead moved to the drama academy not far away.

Today is Friday. There are a lot of cars at the entrance of the Theatre Academy, and most of them are luxury cars. As for what these luxury cars are used for, some are taken by parents to pick up their children, and there is no need to say much. People all over the country know that they are like those who can't be popular no matter how they debut, but they are good resources, but they can't be famous, and you don't think it's strange.

"Sang Jia, what are you going to our school again?"

Sang Jia is quite familiar with this place. He is familiar with several beauties gathering places in the imperial capital, the theater academy, the film academy, etc. Although he has only been in the imperial capital for less than half a year, he is much more active than their brothers.

"Come and find someone, what else can I do? Could it be that I can't I come here to go to the toilet?" Sang Jia said with a smile.

"I won't come to see me, are you?" The girls who are studying literature are brave and are not afraid of Sang Jia at all.

"I'll find you another day," Sang Jia said.

"Roll the ball!" The girl left with a smile.

Sang Jia came downstairs of the girls' dormitory. He stood there. The boys waiting for his girlfriend all glanced at him. If they could kill people, Sang Jia's current treatment would be Lingchi. The boys all knew who Sang Jia was. They drove a sports car and were wandering at the school gate for no reason. I wonder if they had just turned a devil.

Sang Jia didn't care, so he took out his cell phone and squatted down. While watching the ants on the ground fighting, he dialed the phone.

"I'm downstairs of you, having a meal together at noon. If I hadn't done anything in the afternoon, I would have gone to the movie with you..." Sang Jia thought the ant under her feet was quite interesting, so she reached out and picked up a small branch and used the branches to block the ant's place.

The little ant was also in trouble. He didn't read the calendar when he went out. He was fine when he went out this morning. Who knew that he met a rogue when it was almost noon and wanted to go home for dinner.

The girl upstairs came down quickly and stood and watched for a while. Then she found that Sang Jia was squatting on the ground and playing with a small tree stick.

"Are you three years old?" The girl came to Sang Jia.

The girl's family is well-off, and her father is a very famous director in the circle. Her mother is an actor. She was not particularly famous when she was young, but she has also acted in many film and television dramas. She is still active on big and big screens, but she doesn't play the little girl anymore, but plays the little girl's mother.

After slapping his hand, he threw the small branch on his hand into the trash can not far away. Sang Jia returned to the girl: "Why did it come down so late?"

"..." The girl was speechless.

"It's already early enough for me to come down. Hello, I said Sang Jia, and I'll just say anything and say nothing, just let it go," said the girl.

"It's nothing, I just want to invite you to dinner and watch a movie," said Sang Jia.

"I said you didn't want to fuck me, right?" The girl was very direct.

"Well, that's what I plan." Sang Jia was also quite straightforward.

It seems that the three local pigs from Sangbai family have inherited this from their old father. They are particularly direct in this matter. I think it was almost the same when Sangbai met Xia Yanqiu.

The girl was stunned. She originally said casually that the girl was more playful and had a good family background. She could play with a group of young masters, but she had never thought that Sang Jia would pursue her.

"Why?"

The girl knows that there are many girls who like Sang Jia. The word "Young is worthy of gold" is tailor-made for Sang Jia. The key is that it is not only for you to be young, but also for a handsome person. Her Summer friend said that Sang Jia looks like Bai Yuansheng and is her dream lover.

I am indeed not bad at all, I am definitely pretty, but being beautiful in front of these men can only be considered a necessary condition.

At this time, domestic Japanese dramas were quite popular among young people. Some Japanese celebrities also had a big market. The top stars were naturally Takura Kimura, Anti-Ting Takashi, Takeno Uchi Toki, and Kashihara.

But the girl thinks that such a boy is too insecure to be a boyfriend.

"Why do you need this? When you were a child, you read "100,000 Whys?"?" Sang Jia asked back.

"That's how you confessed?" asked the girl.

"What's going on?" Sang Jia said.

The girl said, "Not even a flower!"

Sang Jia said: "You wait!"

Turning his head, Sang Jia used his hands and feet, crossed the iron railing, climbed into the small flowerbed in front of the dormitory, and reached out to pick an unknown little flower.

"That! You can't pick flowers. If you don't see what is written on the sign, you will be fined 100!" An administrator and aunt who jumped out of nowhere immediately shouted at Sang Jia.

Sang Jia took out two hundred dollars from his pocket and folded his hands, waved it in the air, then grabbed the flower in his hand with his mouth, then folded the money into a piece with both hands, and carefully tied it to the stem of the flower.

"Two!"

Then he reached out to pick a small blue flower, then flipped over the iron railing and came to the girl.

"Here, there are flowers!"

Sang Jia's action immediately fascinated many girls next to him.

"So handsome!"

The girls not only looked at Sang Jia, but soon looked at their boyfriends again. Unfortunately, even if their boyfriends want to crawl over, they dare not face the gaze of the administrator and aunt who are eyeing them.
Chapter completed!