Zhen Zhu's education method of not playing cards according to the rules of the cards was soon exposed.

Originally, there were more than 30 people in a classroom, but in less than three days, half of them left.

Zhen Zhu shrugged, if you don't have talent, don't delay each other.

Xu Zhiwen has occasionally heard of this, but he still travels in the mountains and rivers and has no plans to come back.

The teacher who made Xu Zhiwen substitute couldn't stand it and came back early.

In his eyes, every student is money. It doesn't matter if he has talent or not, people are willing to give money.

The three views are inconsistent, and the words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

Zhen Zhu suddenly had an epiphany about why Xu Zhiwen hadn't gone out for more than a year, so he went out to visit friends at this time.

Feelings, what the master is not willing to do, she, the apprentice, has to obey him and help him do it!

Flip the table!

Fortunately, someone took over.

Zhen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

She can't afford to be a misleading child, so it's better to leave things like education to experts. Whether it is good or bad, it is your creation.

Zhen Zhu took all his paintings, and Shi Shiran left.

When he walked downstairs, Zhen Zhu was stopped.

Lancheng is still dressed as a literary young man, with a ponytail flicked behind him, and his tsundere is stinky to death.

"Teacher Xiaohua, leave without saying hello!"

Zhen Zhu was stunned and looked at Lan Cheng, "Otherwise?" You're going to have a farewell ceremony for me? ”

Lan Cheng raised the camera in his hand, "There is no farewell ceremony, but it is still necessary to take pictures, and it would be better to have an autograph." The experience of celebrities being teachers for us will never be again in this life!"

Zhen Zhu shrugged, "Okay! After all, the experience of being a teacher will not necessarily come again. ”

Lan Cheng smiled and beckoned to the corner.

A large group of people poured out from the corner of the wall and surrounded Zhen Zhu.

Zhen Zhu looked around at the familiar faces, with a hint of parting sadness.

Lan Cheng is not a good painter, although he has a good grasp of light, composition, angles and so on, but he has not been expressive enough, but he can become a good photographer.

In fact, Lancheng did the same.

Lan Cheng who picked up the camera was completely different from him holding a gouache. There is a different kind of spirit.

Everyone went to the nearby park to pose for a set of photos, Zhen Zhu looked at Lan Cheng who kept the camera in his hand, and smiled, "Do you want me to bring you two?" ”

Lan Cheng shook his head, "You can borrow anything except your wife and camera." ”

Zhen Zhu raised her eyebrows, "This virtue, how can it be the same as the stubborn old man next to Director Yang!" ”

Lan Cheng's eyes lit up suddenly, "What you said, shouldn't you thank your seniors!" ”

Zhen Zhu was a little surprised, "Yo! Do you still know him?"

Lan Cheng shook his head, "I know people, but people don't know me!" To be like him is my ultimate goal. ”

Zhen Zhu patted Lan Cheng, "I'm going to visit Director Yang's class tomorrow, do you want to go with me and meet your idol?"

Lan Cheng jumped up all of a sudden, "Teacher Xiaohua, is it okay?" ”

Zhen Zhu smiled, "Complete your little wish and fulfill our master-apprentice fate!" ”

The eyes of everyone looking at Lan Cheng were full of envy and jealousy, but there was no hatred.

I have to say that Lancheng is still very successful in life.

Lan Cheng worked all afternoon and washed a set of photos for each person.

Holding their beautiful photos, everyone's dissatisfaction completely disappeared.

Even Zhen Zhu has to admit that Lan Cheng is a good photographer, who can grasp the advantages of the characters and magnify them infinitely.

Zhen Zhu's few photos are good, so he simply taught Lan Cheng and asked him to make a photo album for himself.

After listening to Zhen Zhu's idea, Lan Cheng's eyes lit up, and he swore that if he couldn't become a photographer like Xie Xiang, he would go back to his hometown to open a photo studio, take photos for people, and make photo albums.

Listening to Lancheng's grand ambitions, Zhen Zhu only felt that his muscles were jumping.

Did she really mislead people's children?

Lan Cheng didn't realize it, took the camera that he couldn't borrow, followed Zhen Zhu all the way to the north, and went to see the idol.

Director Yang's new film is called Bloody Battle, and as soon as you hear it, you know that it is a thorough men's drama and a war drama.

Zhen Zhu borrowed the kitchen of the guest house a day in advance, made Yang Fang's favorite braised pork, and took Lancheng to visit the class.

The first time Lan Cheng came to the crew, everything was fresh. Fortunately, I still know how to converge, and I only use my eyes and don't use my hands. Otherwise, Zhen Zhu really didn't want to recognize him.

Yang Fang has a sensitive nose, and he can smell the smell of braised pork from afar. It just so happened that a scene had just come to an end, and Yang Fang decisively shouted the card. followed the taste and looked over, and saw Zhen Zhu's big eyes that were curved like a bridge.

Yang Fang put down the loudspeaker, stood up, and smiled at Zhen Zhu, "That wind blew you here?" ”

Zhen Zhu smiled, "The southeast and northwest winds." ”

Faced with Zhen Zhu's cold humor, Yang Fang just wanted to shake his head.

Zhen Zhu grabbed Yang Fang's sleeve, raised the lunch box in his hand, and said with a smile, "I heard that your old man has been filming in this corner for more than a month, I thought you should be hungry for meat, so I specially made braised pork for you." Come on, come on, eat while it's hot. ”

Yang Fang unceremoniously pulled the chopsticks, stuffed the meat into his mouth, and nodded while eating, "You are still sensible, and you still remember me for this mouthful." But first, I'll have to say that sugar-coated cannonballs won't work for me! ”

Yang Fang glanced at Lan Cheng.

Zhen Zhu understood in seconds, and explained with a smile, "This kid is a fan of his predecessors, and he came to see the idol, I didn't expect to go through the back door with you." ”

When Yang Fang heard this, he ate meat twice as fast, and said indistinctly, "Thank you for that stubborn old man, and fans?"

Xie Yi happened to pass by, and when he heard this, he snatched Yang Fang's chopsticks angrily, "What do you mean by that?" Make it clear. ”

Yang Fang's chopsticks were robbed, and he immediately became anxious, "Hey, hey! If you have something to say, the chopsticks will be returned to me first, and the braised pork will not taste good when it is cold. ”

Xie Yi glared at Yang Fang, not only did he not return the chopsticks, but instead took Yang Fang's chopsticks and ate the meat.

"Oops! This meat tastes good!"

As he spoke, he took another pair of chopsticks.

Although Yang Fang and Xie Yi have been old friends and partners for many years, they are good enough to wear the same pair of pants. But the pants can be borrowed, but the braised pork can't be divided.

Thanks to these two chopsticks for the meat, but Yang Anxin was hurt, took back the chopsticks, pointed in the direction of Lancheng and pushed Xie Yi, "That kid is your fan, go and meet the fans!"

Thank you and pouted, "What a person, what kind of fan is it, what am I doing with fans!" Make sauerkraut vermicelli soup?"

When Yang Fang heard this, he almost squirted, "Why are you so outdated!"

I don't even know what a fan is.

The fans that people say are foreign words, which means star-chasers.

People treat you as an idol, and he is your fan.

Just like you, it's rare to have such a fan, so be content! ”