When Han Xiaoyu appeared at the school gate with a big box, he found that the principal was already waiting for him at the door with the head teacher, and there were three strangers standing next to the principal, among whom was a man with long hair, who knew at a glance that he was the image representative of the artist's ranks. He was flattered.

"Is that him?" The old artist Yang who was standing next to the principal watched the principal walk towards Han Xiaoyu, the boy in front of him was more than one meter tall, his hair was unkempt, and the big mask still couldn't cover the boy's haggard eyes, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot.

"Teachers, that's him! Our school's artistic genius Mo Xiaokai! Cultivate him well. The principal stepped forward to hold Han Xiaoyu's bicycle, happy like a child.

"Hello teachers! The painting of this box was painted in the day before yesterday and yesterday, and the painting is very rough, so please give me a lot of advice! Han Xiaoyu patted the big cardboard box behind him and said.

Old artist Yang's eyes lit up, staring at the big cardboard box.

The principal held the cardboard box and raised his eyebrows at the old artist Yang and said, "Don't worry, let's go back to the exhibition room first and slowly appreciate and revise!" As he spoke, he ran to the exhibition room with the box in his arms, followed by the old artist Yang who was trotting all the way. The head teacher, Mr. Chen, patted Han Xiaoyu on the shoulder and said, "You kid is quite talented in painting, and last week he arrogantly remade one of your works to Yang Lao, and Yang Lao put down all his work and rushed over." ”

After Han Xiaoyu put the bicycle away, he walked into the exhibition room quickly, but saw Yang Laozheng standing in front of an arrogant painting that had just been unfolded in a daze, with an incredible expression: "It's really ...... Really...... Did he draw it? ”

As soon as the principal, whose hands trembled a little excitedly, looked up and saw Han Xiaoyu who was walking in, beckoned to Han Xiaoyu and said, "Take off your mask and let Yang Lao see if you're okay?" ”

Han Xiaoyu coughed twice, nodded, and gently took off his mask, revealing a handsome and haggard face.

"Okay, young man, I've got you done! No! That is to say, I will study with you in the future and make progress together, are you willing? Yang Lao ran over and grabbed Han Xiaoyu's hand and said.

"Hmm......" Han Xiaoyu's heart was hot, he couldn't say how excited he was, this was the opportunity he dreamed of! But at this moment, the "good!" that just came to the mouth of the mouth! But he couldn't say it. He knew what his current physical condition was, and he had been immersed in a state of great sorrow and joy these days, and he was afraid that his promise would also bring great sorrow and joy to others.

Yang Lao's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he waited for Han Xiaoyu's nod of agreement with his mouth half-open.

"I ...... I ......" Han Xiaoyu hesitated, he was afraid, worried that he might not live for more than a week.

[Little brother, promise to come down! ] It's your dream and the pride of your school! The elf couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him out loud.

Yang Lao in front of him and a room of leaders and teachers who had just arrived after hearing the good news all looked at Han Xiaoyu nervously, and the head teacher Teacher Chen and Mo Xiaoxin's head teacher Teacher Tao also said loudly: "Xiao Kai, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you can agree quickly!" ”

Han Xiaoyu's eyes were red, he held back the tears that were about to flow out, bowed deeply to Yang Lao and said, "I'm honored that you can accept me as an apprentice, but now that I'm sick, I'll officially be your apprentice when I'm well, okay?" ”

"Good! Good! Yang Lao took the lead in applauding, and the applause in the exhibition room was thunderous.