Chapter 22: Mr. Art: Slow Down 5

When Feng Qin'er looked at her mother, stood at the door of her room with a smile on her face, and said to herself that she agreed to her going, she was stunned for a moment.

[Why are you stunned? She has already agreed to let you go to school. 】

'it? Really agreed? ’

[I said she would definitely agree.] 】

‘……’

Faced with the stinky fart-like system, Feng Qin'er said that she didn't want to pay attention to it, directly blocked the conversation with it, and then withdrew from her divine sense.

"Mom, why did you suddenly agree to me going to art school? Didn't you say you didn't agree before? ”

Lan Mu, who was still looking at her daughter with a smile, was asked by her like this, and for some reason, she was a little embarrassed.

"Ahem... This one... It's me, your dad and your brother, after careful consideration, we agree that you should go to art school, but if you can't stick to it or don't want to learn, call us immediately and we'll pick you up from school. ”

It turned out to be this wishful thinking.

Will you not be able to persevere?

Impossible, non-existent.

In order to be able to attack the male protagonist, she can do whatever it takes, besides, isn't there a fitness in the newbie gift package?

Therefore, her current physique is very good, and she should be able to persevere in training or something.

However, what she didn't know was that this physical fitness had the effect of helping her avoid getting sick, taking injections and taking medicine, and helping her recover quickly.

In terms of training, it doesn't play much role, at most it is to give her a body with better quality, and she still has to rely on herself at critical moments.

For some reason, at this moment, the system is a little weak.

As long as she thought that the host, knowing the effect of strengthening the body, would not hesitate to grab herself and fight, it felt a chill.

Inexplicably afraid, how to break?

It seems that it is better to wait for the opportunity in the future to go to the host to ask for guilt.

In the next few days, Feng Qin'er went back to the old house to see Old Man Lan, and she also got her wish and ate the delicious food made by Chen's mother.

The grandfather and grandson talked and laughed.

In the end, it was because Lan's mother called her that she had to stand up and say goodbye to Old Man Lan, and then got in the car and returned to Lan's house.

After returning home, looking at his living room, Lan Father, Lan Mother and Lan Yu were there, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw her come back.

I don't know why, seeing them laughing so weirdly, I can't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

"You... Why... Laughing so... Lewd-trivial? ”

She was so frightened that she didn't dare to sit down on the sofa, and stood in the living room at a loss.

"What do you mean by laughing obscenity? How do you talk to us? Come and sit down, I have something to arrange for you with your dad. ”

Seeing her daughter standing there straight, Lan Mu hurriedly waved her hand and asked her to sit down too.

"What do you want to arrange for me?"

Seeing this, Feng Qin'er was no longer hypocritical, and walked over directly and sat down next to Lan Mu, looking at all of them with a smile on her face.

"Look, you're going to art school in two days? Tomorrow you'll go to the mall with your brother and buy everything you need.

After you start training at that school, if you feel uncomfortable, call your dad immediately and ask your brother to pick you up. ”

It seems that they have made up their minds that they will not be able to hold on, and they will discourage the idea of continuing to study in the military school.

"Oh, you just put a hundred hearts, no matter what, I will hold on to the end, and I will definitely disappoint you, so you still don't want to discourage me from continuing to study in art school."

After speaking, he glanced at Lan Mu, then made a grimace at Lan Father and Lan Yu, and ran directly upstairs.

The three of them were left looking at each other in the living room.

"Forget it, this kid, let her break in."

Father Lan couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, Mom, my sister is almost twenty years old, and some things should be decided by herself."

Even Lan Yu couldn't help but say good things for her sister.

In this way, under the expectant eyes of the father and son, Lan Mu compromised like this.