When Lin Haven arrived at the training class, the teacher went to pick up the children, and several students were painting still lifes—he looked at a very good level. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You sit down for a while, and Teacher Sun will come back in a moment. "Wang Peng, one year lower than Lin Haven, has been studying here for two months.

Lin Haven has not yet recovered from the sadness of the spirit spell being used up like this - although it is impossible to say that he will be worth 10 million wicked people in exchange for 10,000 points, but no matter what, this is still a sharp weapon for robbing houses, picking flowers and jade, and being domineering, and it is actually gone, and his heart is broken.

"Okay, thank you. ”

"It's okay, let's study together in the future and give each other advice. ”

"Good. ”

Wang Peng is quite enthusiastic, after all, he can't sit still, his mouth is itchy, "Hey, how long have you been studying? I started learning in the fourth grade." ”

"Well, I just learned. ”

"Oh oh, you're interested, right?" Another girl, tied a ball on her head, small and exquisite, "It's good to learn to draw, hey, but it's not a weekend today, don't you go to school?"

Lin Haiwen had to explain that he was taking the entrance examination and art students, so he came to sign up for a dead expensive class and studied for twenty days. Hopefully they'll give them more pointers and stuff like that. Then he saw a lot of faces that were "still".

"You're saying you're going to go to the Academy of Fine Arts, and you've never drawn before, and you're going to take the exam in twenty days?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Wang Peng couldn't help but poke him on the shoulder, "You're not kidding, are you?

"Central Academy of Fine Arts!"

Burst!

Poof!

Yes!

Fortunately, it was far away, otherwise Lin Haven would have been smacked. Wang Peng stood in front of those people, but he didn't poof, but the back of his head was a little wet, touched it, and screamed.

"Modeling?

Lin Haiwen looked natural, "Isn't Teacher Sun teaching oil painting?"

"Yes, yes. ”

Although he didn't say it, it was obvious that Wang Peng had already received this meaning, and he suddenly felt that it was difficult to argue, and his depression was blocked between the alveoli and blood vessels, and he couldn't get out or get in, and he was almost suffocated.

The studio naturally fell silent.

Mr. Sun Wei is not a teacher at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, but he has a good reputation and has been running classes for several years. The studio is arranged at home, a big house with four bedrooms and two living rooms, the master bedroom and three bedrooms are opened, and a studio is made, and the remaining bedrooms and four bedrooms are herself, and there are children who live, a hall for self-use, a hall for entertaining people, and the arrangement is very good.

Lin Haven waited for more than half an hour, Sun Wei hadn't come back yet, the regret in his heart about the witch spell of the spirit was getting stronger and stronger, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his buttocks, clicked on Weibo and went wild.

"Hey, hey, what about people? Didn't you say that the decisive battle would be until dawn? What are you running halfway through? Wash and wash again after falling into the toilet. The one who likes to drink excrement should come back as soon as he finishes drinking. If you want a coffin, I'll contact you with a cremation place. Whoever writes poetry, whose surname is Lan, where did you go?"

The gang were lying in the hospital, and the twelve hours of the Witch Spell had not yet passed, and whoever wanted to spray him would immediately freeze to death.

I couldn't find a little bad comment at the bottom.

"Wow, what's the origin of the blogger, it's the first time I've seen a scolding war that everyone dare not come out. ”

"The First World War, which went down in the history of Weibo, the group of people who were full of feces actually swallowed it back by themselves. This record scares me to death!"

"I went to see Lan Ercheng's Weibo and said that he was sick. Oh my God, I guess I'm not. ”

"Hahaha, I just went to see it, I'm really sick, the blogger's domineering spirit can simply hurt people in the air! ”

Lin Haven was very curious, and also clicked in to take a look, and sure enough, he saw Lan Ercheng's Weibo.

"Today, Mr. Lan Ercheng suddenly fell ill in class, and there is no major problem after the initial examination, but he still needs to stay in bed for observation, and he cannot use Weibo for the time being, please call if you have something to contact, thank you. -- I'm his colleague. ”

A sightseeing tour below.

"Drop, Lin Havenka. ”

"Drop, I won't be acacia in my life. ”

"Drop, Sigui is a bad poetry card. ”

"It can't be pretended, right, being thrown in the face by someone's song "Mistake", and facing the Weibo father and old man without shame, so he thought of such an excuse?"

Lan Ercheng was lying on the hospital bed, unable to move his limbs, looking weak - in fact, he was not so weak, but he was scared and felt that he should be so weak, so he was like this. However, not everyone is like him, the "it doesn't seem to be sprinkled" that was forwarded and scolded by Lin Haven before, is a county bastard head who has been released from prison, just standing on the side of the road, taking care of an aunt who makes multigrain pancakes to collect protection money. As a result, with a "hula", the person threw himself forward, his limbs stiffened, and he was so frightened that the eldest sister put a lump of multigrain noodles in his hand on the back of his head. After being sent to the hospital, he cleaned up for a while, of course, he didn't find anything wrong, he was very big, and he still remembered Lin Haven.

"Yellow head yellow head, show me how meager I am. ”

"Big brother, do you still read Weibo like this?"

"Hurry up, beat you. ”

"You just show the eldest brother, the patient can't be in a hurry. Another little brother Simao also urged him.

The little brother Huangtou had no choice but to hold his three-card three-stay all-Netcom beauty mobile phone and send it to him, Lin Haiwen's latest "people, people", was looked at by him, and his angry eyes were about to white, "Scold him for me, scold him, how ugly it sounds, how to scold." ”

The yellow head had no choice but to brew and send one, but it didn't go out, so he banged and pounced.

The symptoms are the same.

"Big brother, this is evil magic, you know the curse, right? It's in that game, curse aura, and then you go out and fall into the sewer, and when you go home, your wife runs away with someone, and the child is not your species, the money has been stolen, and the house has been sold, that's it. ”

“...... You give me death. ”

"Hehe, big brother, you're not that Lin Haven, you can curse, I'm not afraid. ”

“...... Get out!"

......

Lin Haven vented and got a little better. When Mr. Sun Wei arrived, she was holding a very beautiful little girl, who was about 8 years old, very beautiful, like a doll.

"Oh, you're Lin Haven, right? ”

"No, no, just a while. This is your daughter, isn't it? ”

"I'm only eight years old!" the little girl pouted, giving a queenly contempt.

Lin Haven was stunned, "Oh, you're eight years old." ”

"I'm not eight years old, I'm only eight years old, don't beat me up, blame Shu Xiao. ”

Lin Haven was stunned, and Wang Peng held back a smile, obviously, they all knew the magical characteristics of this girl in Mr. Sun's family.

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly apologize to Brother Lin. ”

The little girl said "I'm sorry" with a sad face, and went back to the room with her schoolbag, and her back was a little gloomy.

"Ahem, we are usually busy, and she watches a lot of TV series by herself. ”