After playing the piano, Fang Yifan led Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao to his studio to watch his latest masterpieces.

A real master-level work, even if Fang Yifan has master-level painting skills, it will take a long time to complete;

But what he paints now is just a game, which may be of the highest grade for ordinary painters, but for the other party, it is just easy to come by.

"Yes, yes, that's what I want, but this rocket is a bit of an eyesore, lowering the level of the whole painting."

Qiao Yingzi pointed to the oil painting and commented on it.

The oil painting is stuck, the content is Qiao Yingzi riding a rocket out of the earth and flying into space, on the picture, the sun is hanging high, and the nine planets are very spectacular;

The rocket that Qiao Yingzi dislikes is Fang Yifan himself, presented in a materialized way, a sci-fi version of being a cow and a horse.

"This is a new type of launch vehicle, the Long March 258, which is resistant and durable, and does not cost fuel, so what are you not satisfied with?"

This is already a teasing of Hongguoguo, but the two kissed and hugged each other a lot, and it was also within the scope of normal operation.

"Also the 258 launch vehicle, you two are too sweet, I can't stand it, withdraw first."

Feeling as if his things had been snatched away, Huang Zhitao was unhappy.

"It's so sour, Fang Monkey, your Taozi is jealous, my wingman is okay."

"Who's from his family, see if I don't tear your mouth..."

The two have been friends for many years, and it is not a plastic sisterhood, of course they will not really fight, but even so, the scene is enough for Fang Yifan to feast his eyes.

We are all good children, healthy and happy children.

"Stop, stop, I answered the phone, and it was probably my mother urging me to go home."

Qiao Yingzi's height and physical strength were not dominant, and she was strongly suppressed by Huang Zhitao, and it happened that her mobile phone rang again, so she could only raise a white flag and surrender.

"Yingzi, where are you, why haven't you returned home yet?"

Song Qian was originally a teacher at Chunfeng Middle School, so she knew everything about the work and rest of Chunfeng Middle School, and when she saw that Qiao Yingzi hadn't returned home at this point in time, she called her.

"Look at his new paintings at our monkey's house, Taozi is with me."

Qiao Yingzi, who had been premeditated, sacrificed a shield.

"Taozi is also there, that's okay, remember to come back early after reading."

Sure enough, in Song Qian's place, Huang Zhitao's name is still very good, but even so, after hanging up the phone, Qiao Yingzi decided to leave; That's right, Song Qian's intimidation is so great.

"Fanfan, Yingzi, who is this?"

After getting rich, Fang Yuan was even more lazy, and he came back early under the pretext of meeting customers before half past four.

"Dad, this is my classmate Huang Zhitao, she also lives in Shuxiang Yayuan, and she came to see my paintings with Yingzi."

Fang Yifan hurriedly introduced.

"Hello Uncle Fang"

"Hello, hello, you're leaving, come and play often in the future."

Fang Yuan, who has a big belly, has nothing to say about affinity, just looking at his face, he feels that he is easy to get along with.

"Son, she has a good eye, she is the goddess you said."

After seeing Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao walking away, Fang Yuan teased; The relationship between father and son is very good, there are some things that Tong Wenjie doesn't know, but Fang Yuan knows.

"Dad, you can really gossip; Hey, it's only half past four, and you're leaving early, not afraid that your boss will fire you. ”

It's only been two months since he crossed over, and there are more than ten days of known late arrivals, early departures, and leave, and sometimes Fang Yifan feels that Fang Yuan really deserves to be fired in the play.

"Drive me, I'm an old employee for more than ten years, and it's good if I don't drive him."

Money is a man's guts, it was changed half a month ago, Fang Yuan didn't dare to be so arrogant.

………

On the other side, even if Qiao Yingzi went back immediately, she was still picked by Song Qian.

"Yingzi, Fang Yifan is an art student, you can't learn from him, he can go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts after taking the exam for more than 500, can you compare with him?"

"Mom, I'll just go and see the painting, isn't this coming back?"

Qiao Yingzi put down the painting in her hand and pursed her mouth, very helpless.

"When can't you look at Fang Yifan's paintings, you are now in your third year of high school, and you have to focus on studying; After taking the college entrance examination, I will let you watch it for as long as you want. ”

Since divorcing Qiao Weidong, Song Qian has spent all her thoughts on her daughter, and she wants her to fight for herself; Now that the college entrance examination is coming, it is even more of a waste of sleep and food, and I am exhausted, thinking that my daughter can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, so that I can raise my eyebrows.

Too much love will become a burden, and Song Qian's love is a burden for Qiao Yingzi.

walked into his room, put down Fang Yifan's painting, put down his schoolbag, took out a test paper, and Qiao Yingzi began to do the test paper; In the past six months, my mother will only be really happy when she concentrates on doing the test papers.

………

Chunfeng Middle School

Senior 3rd Grade Teacher's Office

In the third year of high school, not only the students' tasks are heavy, but the teachers are not much easier, and the test papers for the exam are basically taken home for correction overnight, because they have to talk about the wrong questions in class the next day.

"Teacher Li, people can't look good; Your class Fang Yifan usually laughs and laughs, like a nobody, and has a heavy sense of honor and disgrace; At the end of last semester, he only scored 69 in physics, but do you know how much he scored in yesterday's test? ”

Shen Zhong, Fang Yifan's physics teacher, came to Li Meng early in the morning to report the good news.

"How much did you take?"

Thinking of the math test paper that he changed yesterday, Li Meng had some guesses.

"98, the highest in the class, and possibly the highest in the whole school; This test paper is from me and there is absolutely no moisture. ”

What is the joy of a teacher, seeing students improve by leaps and bounds is certainly one of them.

"Fang Yifan has really worked hard this summer, and his English score in the test yesterday was 145, which is also the first in the class, two points higher than Qiao Yingzi."

"Chinese 135, compared with last semester, there is also a great improvement."

Although he hacked a lot of money, he still had to be praised, Pan Shuai also spoke.

"Chemistry 96, tied for first place with Qiao Yingzi."

"Biology 97, first in class"

"This kid can, a summer vacation, a full explosion; Mr. Li, how much did he take in math? ”

Pan Shuai was also a little happy for Fang Yifan, and took the opportunity to get close to his goddess.

"150 in math, out of a perfect score."

Happiness came too suddenly, this is how Li Meng feels at this moment.

"150, 135, 145, 97, 96, 98,721, this is the seedlings of Qingbei."

Shen said after a while.

"Qingbei probably won't be able to go, but his mother called me a few days ago, saying that she wanted him to be an art student."

Before I knew this score, Li Meng also felt that it was a good choice to let Fang Yifan be an art student, especially after receiving the oil painting from him yesterday.

But now, art students or Qingbei?

"721 points, it's too wasteful to be an art student."

Not only Li Meng, but all the teachers in this office think so.

"Wait, next week and when the school year officially starts, we will have to take a quiz;

At that time, Fang Yifan still had this achievement, so I would talk to his parents again. ”

Li Meng decided.