Holding a bowl of scallion oil noodles in one hand that I don't know where to get it, Zhang Mazi walked in with a big grin, although the model's work is very simple, it's good to buckle his nose and feet every day, but it's also very boring all day long, he can only sit, and people like him can stuffy themselves if they don't walk around.

"Damn, it's you bastard!" Fang Ling'er saw Zhang Mazi's face and immediately recognized him, wasn't this the beggar who teamed up with Hua Zidao and his gang to deceive him a long time ago? Why are you still changing your career to be a model now?

"Who are you, beauty, although you may have seen the majesty of Uncle Ben, but Uncle Ben has never seen your face, and you are not on Uncle Ben's wife, um.. But it doesn't seem to matter if you add one on the other hand. Zhang Mazi looked at Fang Ling'er's face, a long time has passed, and there are quite a few people he has robbed, he really can't remember what Fang Ling'er looks like.

"Wife Ben, what's that?" Katsuo, who was pinched by several female students on the side, looked at Zhang Mazi and asked.

"It's my wife, I'll take a look, beauty, you're already the 3,568th wife I want to marry, but you have to be well-behaved, our main room is still Yui Aragaki, she's my eldest wife, you have to get along with her..."

Fang Linger immediately experienced the pain of the students, this guy is really shameless, not to mention that he himself looks the same as Tuo Xiang, and his words and deeds are indeed not a model, although it seems that he does have the merry and happy life of the market, but on the other hand, it can also be said that he is not qualified and unhygienic and shameless.

Painting a portrait of such a person, even the best painter can only say: "This painting is the ugliness of the real Nyima!" ”

It's not that the painting is ugly, it's that the person is too ugly.

But Zhang Mazi is still happy and unconscious, he feels very good about himself, he can make money every day by sitting and standing to eat, drink and drink, and Lalasasa, this little day is quite good.

"By the way, what the hell are you doing here, woman? You can't come to ask Brother Asako for advice on how to be a model, right? Since you have asked a question sincerely, then I will tell you with great mercy! ”

"In order to maintain the peace of the modeling industry, in order to protect the dignity and glory of the models, I, Zhang Mazi, the super male god shuttling in the modeling industry, Victoria's Secret, Victoria's Secret are waiting for us!"

"That's it!" Fang Ling'er shouted involuntarily, Zhang Mazi looked at her and nodded with satisfaction, this girl is still quite good!

"Hey, hey, wait, wait, I'm not here to ask you how to make myself up as a begging person, I'm a new model, but strictly speaking, I can't say it's new, I've worked here before, but then something left, and then you took office."

"Wait, why am I discussing this with you?! You return my paintings! Stepping forward and grabbing Zhang Mazi's collar, Fang Ling'er roared angrily.

"My mother's painting is worth 200 million!" Looking at Fang Ling'er's grief-stricken appearance, Zhang Mazi almost didn't swallow a mouthful of noodles.

"Ahem, ahem, what are you talking about? Two hundred million paintings? When did Uncle Ben take your painting, if it was worth 200 million, no, no, no, even if it was only 200,000, then Uncle Ben would have an impression, I really didn't take your painting, girl, did you remember wrong? Zhang Mazi swallowed hard and swallowed the scallion oil noodles from his throat, and then he spoke.

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't listen, I don't listen, I want you to return my mother's painting, otherwise I'm going to strangle you!" Fang Ling'er rolled her eyes, this bastard had partnered with others to snatch such a beautiful painting from her, and now she actually said that she didn't know, this bastard!

"There's something to say, there's something to say! I can teach you the secret of being a model, as long as 998, as long as 998! Zhang Mazi panicked all of a sudden, this woman looked like she was going to die with him, and it was really scary.

"What do you say?! Also 998?! If you give me back the life I painted, I'm going to strangle you! ”

"There's something to say, it's useless for you to pinch me, ahhhh

"Bang!"

Jing Zhong was walking in through the door, but when he walked in, he saw a funny scene, Fang Ling'er pressed the head of a homeless man on the table, she raised one foot and stepped on the guy's back, that puffed up, it seemed that someone had provoked him again.

"What happened?" Placing the sketchpad and brushes on the podium, Imamasa Inaka asked.

"Uh, teacher, there was a little friction between our old and new models, but I think it's OK!" The squad leader gave Jing Zhongzheng an OK gesture, as long as Jing Zhongzheng came back to teach, at least they could finally dismiss the ugly Zhang Mazi.

"Oh? Where did you find models when I wasn't there? After all, who substitutes for the teacher? I don't remember if I ever told someone to substitute for you, are you kidding? Jing Zhongzheng's brows furrowed, he obviously asked the students to study on their own, why did he become a substitute teacher at this time?

"Ahem! The students are quiet and class! ”

A serious cough came from outside the door, Jing Zhong was looking, only to see Wu Zhao wearing a rigorous suit walking in from outside the door, he was also holding a drawing board like Jing Zhongzheng, but... The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"He, he's the substitute teacher!" A student shouted at the well.

"Oh, that's you." Looking at Wu Zhao, Jing Zhongzheng nodded slightly.

"Damn, it turns out that you are really a gang, and you still painted the old lady!" Fang Ling'er also recognized that this Wu Zhao was the one who robbed her bag in the first place, this guy even ran over to paint, it was really shameless!

"Who are you, why are you presumptuous in the classroom of my abstract master Wu Zhao, how do you care, class leader, how can you casually let others into the studio, the studio is a sacred place, a place where people other than art are not allowed to enter, you are defiling the art of painting like this!" Wu Zhaoyi looked at the squad leader rhetorically, how does this guy manage discipline?

"You're right, but I'm the original teacher in this class, and I don't remember asking you to substitute for you, friend." Jing Zhong suddenly appeared behind Wu Zhao like a ghost, his hand on Wu Zhao's shoulder, and said lightly.

"In addition, this Miss Fang Linger is my special model, do you think we are qualified to sit here?" Inaka asked rhetorically.

"Uh... ”

Now it was Zhang Mazi and Wu Zhao's turn to be embarrassed.

Speaking of which, it was also a coincidence that the two of them sneaked here secretly, and the last time Fang Ling'er went to work as a secretary, Wu Zhao, who came over to rub the air conditioner, suddenly heard what Jing Zhong was saying in the studio.

"I think Miss Fang Ling'er will not continue to be a model here this time, please study by yourself when the time comes, I will come to check from time to time." That's exactly what Inaka said.

And Wu Zhao's eyes rolled, since there was a vacancy in the position of this teacher, and the recent news of the robber was not very good, he didn't want to continue to do it.

So Wu Zhao found Zhang Mazi and the two dressed up directly, Wu Zhao didn't know where to put on a suit, and Zhang Mazi's clothes were already tattered, which can be said to be very avant-garde.

As a result, the two flickered, and they really joined the company.

And Wu Zhao, who doesn't have a little bit of painting skills, relies on a mouth and that inexplicable talent to support him.

For example, how did he go to class the other day?

"What a great art it is!" Wu Zhao looked at the indistinguishable lines on his canvas, this is a portrait created based on Zhang Mazi, but although he painted not a personal appearance, the layout on the lines is very layered, and it is really a bit of a master's taste.

"Actually, I'm an abstract painter, students, don't follow me." Wu Zhao's hand was revealed, and suddenly all the students couldn't believe it.

So it was so justifiable, Wu Zhao settled down in the studio, and he also walked around the students by the way to steal something from the teacher, and now he has painted decently, and even when Jing Naka saw the painting he put on the table, he couldn't help but admire.

"True Nyima abstraction." The corners of Inoakamasa's mouth twitched.

"But forget it, I don't want to worry about you, you have this heart, then when I'm busy, you can come over to substitute for the class, I think you are also very talented, and you will listen to the class in the future, of course, I will also pay you the salary." It seems that because he is in a good mood, for the sake of this, Inaka Masashi actually acquiesced to Wu Zhao's self-assertion.

"Really?" Wu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he asked.

"Is it any good for me that I lie to you?" Inakamasa replied nonchalantly.

"By the way, he can, that beggar will go out for me, you are still a model like this, playing avant-garde? It's all smelly, if you want to be a model, get me out of the shower, or don't let me stay here as an eyesore! Jing Zhong was looking at Zhang Mazi and yelled at him.

"Oh... Okay, I'll go now. Zhang Mazi saw that Wu Zhao had really become a substitute teacher, and his eyes were about to fall, but Jing Zhongzheng said so about him, and he could only do this.

"Can't you see, you're pretty good-hearted?" Fang Ling'er looked at Jing Zhongzheng's face, this man really made her wonder all the time.

"It's just that each takes what he needs, since they have this mind, then what does it matter if I fulfill them, besides, this Wu Zhao and that Zhang Mazi are indeed a little interesting, I appreciate people with strength and talent, this is not something difficult to say." Inakamasa smiled and replied.