After class in the afternoon, Lin Wanmo walked out of the classroom with several girls in the same dormitory, and when they were discussing whether to go back to the dormitory or go outside, they ran into Liu Jing downstairs.

"Lin Wanmo, the task that Lin Bo gave me to train you doesn't seem to be over yet, right? It's been too long, starting today, you can go to me after class, and I'll give you extra lessons. Liu Jing walked up to Lin Wanmo and said.

As soon as Lin Wanmo heard that she was going to add classes, she was stunned, and said with a small mouth: "My Professor Liu, don't torture me, this is not at home, and I will take your classes every day, don't torture the little girl again, please, please."

"That's not good, it's almost due, and I'm entrusted...". Before Liu Jing could finish speaking, she was interrupted

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go." Lin Wanmo saw him say this again, and hurriedly begged for mercy and expressed his obedience.

Lin Wanmo reluctantly followed behind Liu Liujing, she turned to Wang Yan and Zhang Xia, hoping that they could help her and escape from the sea of suffering. Zhang Xia and Wang Yan made a grimace, waved at her, and said with their mouths: "Go, go, study, it's a good thing" and then looked at each other and laughed

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"Nope." Chen Zheng slapped the table in front of him and said loudly.

"Why not? Why, Lao Chen, maybe you don't know where to find a visiting professor, and I am not allowed to arrange a transfer student? Next to him, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with his hair combed smooth and shiny, asked loudly.

"I said no, I just can't, do you read his resume? I didn't even finish my freshman year, so I dropped out of school halfway, with a gap of almost two years. ”

"It's a famous foreign school."

"What about famous foreign schools, I Yunlan may not be sent there. Either start over from his freshman year and choose his major, or stay in the oil painting department in his second year. Not negotiable. ”

Tang Fenglan, the white-haired and white-bearded dean of the Academy of Fine Arts, sat in an office chair, stroked his forehead, and looked at the two vice principals under him with a headache, arguing over a transfer student, "I said that you two can't discuss it properly?" Do you have to come to me early in the morning to make a fuss? ”

"No, Principal Tang, it's the most advanced complex in the country, and people just ask for a little more than half a level, isn't it too much?"

"Lao Jin, I think I will follow Lao Chen's meaning and follow the rules and conventions. What about the complex, it's best to have nature, forget it if you don't, my Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts won't make an exceptional arrangement for this, so be it, there's nothing else, you guys will go and get busy with yourself first, I still have a lot of spiritual documents to read. ”

"Hmph", Jin Mingye got up and walked away angrily.

Chen Zhengze didn't bother to look at him, and said to Tang Fenglan with a smile: "Old principal, then I'll bother you too, let's go and get busy first." ”

Tang Fenglan waved his hand and put on his reading glasses, "Go, go." ”

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Walking outside, Jin Mingye took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Hey, classmate Wang Cheng?" The school decided that you could choose any other major in your freshman year, but if you were to get to your sophomore year, you would be given a score in the oil painting department you had previously attended. ”

A lazy voice came from the opposite side, "Two art complexes. ”

Jin Mingye lowered his head and thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and replied, "Then I'll talk to Principal Tang again......"

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Wang Cheng, who was dressed in a black British college suit, stepped out of a royal blue Porsche sports car, took the trolley box in the driver's hand, looked up at the big words "Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts" on the school gate, the corners of his mouth curled, it seems to be an interesting place, even said that no matter how big the chips are, they have to follow the rules, but forget it, it is a little difficult, it will be more interesting, anyway, it is in the same building, there will always be an intersection.

Walking on the school road without hurry, Wang Cheng carefully looked at this place where he planned to stay for two or three years. With slightly curly short hair, dark eyes with a little blue, sculpted and handsome facial features, and a lazy aristocratic atmosphere exuded from him, I don't know how many passers-by have attracted the attention of passers-by.

Wang Cheng didn't care at all, like a prince patrolling his back garden, relaxed and natural.

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"Xiao Mo, have you heard, there is a handsome guy from the oil painting department next door. The super handsome kind, the one who came back from abroad, what about the mixed-race child, what's it called? Oh, Wang Cheng. Wang Yan was mysteriously close to Lin Wanmo's ear.

Lin Wanmo, who was looking at an atlas seriously, pushed her away angrily, "Yan'er, you've almost become a jack of all trades recently." ”

Wang Yan came over again, "Don't you know, I heard that the girls in the oil painting department are going crazy, and they are all rushing to be at the same table with him, so that their head teachers don't know what to do." ”

was so entangled that Lin Wanmo closed the book and glanced at Wang Yan, "What, are you ready to empathize again?" ”

"Nonsense, in my heart, only Liu Oba is the most handsome."

"Cut ......"

"By the way, Xiao Mo, don't you go to Oba every day to have extra classes? Take me with you, too. ”

"Don't talk to me about make-up classes anymore. Besides, I'm angry, my snacks, my American dramas, all go away from me. ”

"Then I'll find a chance to talk to Liuoba that I'm going to make a super bright big light bulb."

"Whatever you want, if you have to fall into the sea of suffering, I can't hold you."

"Ding, ding......" Lin Wanmo's mobile phone rang again.