Although the sound is small, it is exceptionally clear in the empty and quiet classroom.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofan's face was a little embarrassed.

What embarrassed him even more was that no one in the class was snickering, and everyone's expressions were serious.

This means that everyone has already decided that he is brain-dead.

It's a sad story.

Professor Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that Qin Nuanyu was joking, but when she saw the expressions of her classmates, she reacted, this may be true!

"Ahem... That... Since Yang is a little uncomfortable, let's change a classmate to explain. ”

Yang Xiaofan hurriedly shouted:

"Professor Xiao, I'm not brain-dead, I'm not sick, I'm fine. ”

Just kidding, if he doesn't make it clear, he will really become a brain-dead in the eyes of everyone.

Professor Siu had a very understanding expression.

"It's okay, classmate Yang, people will feel uncomfortable, and when you recover, it'll be fine. ”

Yang Xiaofan almost wanted to cry without tears.

Damn, at this pace, he is not brain-dead, and he has to be recognized as brain-dead.

What to do?

How to solve this problem?

That's right!

Yang Xiaofan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and immediately turned up the light curtain and added all the 100,000 soft girl coins he had charged for the first time to his memory.

Let the experience bar that represents memory continue to rise.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofan felt that his mind suddenly opened up, and his consciousness was extremely clear.

Many things that have long been forgotten in my mind are now displayed like a movie.

Includes what was in yesterday's class.

Yang Xiaofan took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun, and the Kun is so big.... ”

"What?"

Everyone in the class was shocked.

Professor Xiao, including a group of classmates, originally thought that Yang Xiaofan's brain had been damaged and had become brain-dead.

But at this moment, Yang Xiaofan suddenly recited the text clearly, and even the annotations and explanations were memorized word for word, where can this be done by the brain-dead?

Ten minutes later, when Yang Xiaofan recited the entire text and annotations, the entire classroom was completely silent.

Everyone stared at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Is this a joke?

A brain-dead person who actually did such a good job of memorizing homework?

Is there any mistake, if he is brain-dead, wouldn't the other people present even have brains?

After a while, I don't know who, began to applaud, followed by the second, the third, the fourth ... Soon, everyone in the class, including Professor Xiao, applauded Yang Xiaofan.

All eyes looked at Yang Xiaofan, full of admiration and admiration.

Yang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a smile on his face.

Finally, I don't have to be treated as brain-dead.

Professor Xiao smiled and said:

"It seems that there should be some misunderstanding in the middle. Yang has a clear mind and works hard in his studies. In the future, everyone should learn from Mr. Yang. ”

The whole class broke out into thunderous applause again, which made Yang Xiaofan's vanity very satisfied.

If you have a golden finger, it's a cow!

No wonder many people want to be the protagonist, it's so cool.

For the rest of the class, Professor Xiao did not nominate Yang Xiaofan again, and Yang Xiaofan was also happy to be idle, lying on the table, and studying his golden finger.

This thing needs to be recharged to improve experience.

Not only is there a wide variety, but also, there are many grades.

Like his painting skills, he has reached the realm of a grandmaster, but in fact, above the grandmaster, there is a great grandmaster, or even a higher level.

The higher the level, the more powerful it is.

In the end, it will really be like a god's means, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

No wonder, it's called the God-Making Project!

However, to return to the essence, if you want to really reach the level of God, the money required must be extraordinary.

Thinking about his pockets that were cleaner than his face, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"It seems that it's really time to start making money. ”

He didn't worry too much, he usually played games to earn money, but now that he has grandmaster-level painting skills, it will definitely be easier to help people draw, and make money.

finally survived until the end of school, and Yang Xiaofan rushed back to the dormitory as soon as possible to start his money-making plan.

He first searched for the price of the painting, a grandmaster-level existence like him, any painting can be sold for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands!

With a little bit of care, you might be able to create paintings worth more than a million or even tens of millions!

Of course, hundreds of millions are impossible.

On the one hand, there is no grandmaster-level painter in the world.

On the other hand, there is also a collection value for artworks such as painting.

He is alive, and he can copy ten, a hundred, a thousand of the same painting... But when he died, a painting became a solitary book.

So, the price will also be affected by this aspect.

But this is enough, just draw a few pictures a day, and earn hundreds of thousands a day every minute, Lafite, young models, Ferraris, how many are you wanting?

It's a hundred times stronger than game leveling, and being a grandma master of a small broken station, or being a poor sour novel author.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaofan packed up his things with great interest, got ready to go, and prepared to go out and buy some painting tools.

Before anyone had time to go out, Gu Hao had already rushed back.

"Damn, Lao Yang, do you know? In our school, there is a master of painting. ”

Yang Xiaofan frowned.

"What's going on?"

"You still don't know, the school forum, and the circle of friends of the major classes, have exploded!"

Gu Hao came to the window in a hurry, and his thick ass slammed into the bed, turning Yang Xiaofan's body upside down.

The bear-like thick fingers, exerting an unimaginable agility, quickly opened a bottle of soda, smashed it in his throat, and after pouring a few big mouthfuls, Gu Hao shook the spit Xingzi and shouted:

"Today, I don't know who it is, but on the wall of the school, a landscape painting was painted. My God, by the professors of the school, recognized as a master-level painting. Now the whole school, especially those little Internet celebrities, are taking pictures around the wall. I heard that there were already collectors and started to contact the school to buy the wall. Bids start at 1 million!"

Yang Xiaofan sighed in his heart, could it be the painting he painted?

He immediately turned on his mobile phone, and sure enough, it was the landscape painting he drew casually in the morning, the picture of the flowing water of the mountains.

The popularity of the Internet now is not ordinarily high.

Douyin, school forums, Weibo, and the circle of friends of classmates have all gone crazy.

Even the thousand-degree hot search is on it.