The essay that Lin Qin wrote in the examination room was less than four hundred words.

At the beginning, the average grain output in China in the past five years is compared with the output of the world's food-scarce areas, and the data is used to illustrate the necessity of saving grain.

This is followed by a list of "start with me" action plans.

The 400 words are informative, well-documented and feasible.

It's a pity that it's all skill, and it's all emotionless.

Yan Shang couldn't help laughing, put down her answer sheet, and clasped her arms in front of her chest.

With a smile, he asked, "That's how you wrote your essays before?" ”

Lin Qin shook his head: "I haven't written it before." ”

The teachers in the town high school treat her as a treasure, as long as she can get a high score in the exam questions other than composition every time, the teachers will turn a blind eye.

Yan Shang thought of her outstanding achievements in other subjects and raised her hand to support her forehead.

Reorganize the language: "High school essays can't just write about data and theories, you have to extend from hot events to group and social responsibility, and then rise to family and country feelings..."

He clearly saw a sense of confusion in Lin Qin's eyes.

"Don't understand?"

"Understood, but not understood."

"What don't you understand?" Yan Shang patiently sat back on the stool.

Lin Qin blinked, his crow-like eyelashes fluttered up and down, and his speech slowed down: "The group and society... responsibility, and... Feelings of family and country. ”

Yan Shang frowned slightly, quickly let go, and asked in a slow voice: "What kind of incomprehension do you understand?" ”

"The relationship between the individual and the group is based on mutual help based on interests."

"The family and the state are a form derived from the tribal clan."

"But feelings..."Lin Qin looked into Yan Shang's eyes staring at him, "I don't quite understand. ”

Yan Shang was still thinking about it, and there was a sound of commotion and footsteps at the door of the classroom.

Several boys walked into the classroom with basketballs in their arms, their coats hanging from their arms or shoulders, their faces flushed and their necks thick with their tiredness.

saw the tall and handsome guy sitting opposite Lin Qin, and then looked at the coat draped on Lin Qin.

Tacitly spoke at the same time: "Grass." ”

"Sister Qin, is this your object?" One of the boys who was close to Lin Qin's seat asked boldly.

Yan Shang stood up, his height of 1.9 meters and his sturdy figure cultivated by perennial fitness were very oppressive compared with high school students.

He turned to those people and said calmly: "I'm Lin Qin's uncle, she transferred to school in a bit of a hurry, and I have to trouble you to help me more." ”

The little boy who asked just now hurriedly waved his hand to apologize and stammered: "What, Uncle Lin, we were joking just now, we don't fall in love, haha, we are still counting on Sister Qin to help make up for the class or something." ”

A few people next to him laughed, for fear of being misunderstood by him.

Yan Shang smiled, "Then you play, I'll take Lin Qin home." ”

After speaking, he looked at the little girl, "Let's go back first, and practice slowly after the composition." ”

Lin Qin thought about it and didn't move, "The teacher said that you can't leave school if you don't finish writing." ”

"Where's the office, I'll go find the teacher." Yan Shang was helpless.

Why are you so desperate all of a sudden?

Lin Qin pointed in the direction of the blackboard, "The last room over there." ”

"Hmm." Yan Shang handed her the car keys, "Go and wait for me in the car." ”

Lin Qin packed up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with him, and went straight downstairs.

I don't know what Yan Shang talked to the teacher, and he came back to the car in less than ten minutes.

While starting the car, he said, "I will try to write 800 words in the next exam, and I can get 10 points more." ”

Lin Qin sat in the co-pilot and nodded obediently.

The teacher's matter is really best solved by the parents.

The two went home with their own thoughts.

The next two days are weekends.

Yan Shang originally planned to communicate more with Lin Qin.

However, the reserved land tour was opened in advance, so I had to pack my luggage and go on a business trip to the next city.

Lin Qin was unsupervised, and nested in front of the computer for two days, drawing five concept drawings of key places in "Unbounded" and three character settings, and packaging them and sending them to the mailbox.

Yan's Art Department Group 2.

"it!" The intern in charge of the preliminary review of the manuscript sprayed a sip of milk tea onto the screen.

The team leader was standing right behind her, his brow furrowed enough to kill a fly, "What are you doing!" Do you know how much a high-end computer costs?! Wipe it clean! ”

The intern scrambled to pick up a tissue, wiped it haphazardly, and pointed at the sender on the screen.

His voice trembled with excitement: "Boss, look! Look at this mailbox!! Isn't it the one in our special contact list! Isn't it?! ”

Jiang Lei squinted his eyes and slapped him on the back of the head, "Hand!" Blocked! ”

"Uh-oh." Dong Zirui withdrew his hand and couldn't help but ask again, "Isn't it boss?" ”

Jiang Lei stared at it for a while, and his palm suddenly snorted above his head, and his voice was like thunder: "I really let you touch it!" ”

"Click on it and take a look!"

Yan Shang only rushed back to the imperial capital on Monday afternoon.

He entered the office, made himself a cup of coffee, and just took a sip when Secretary Fang ran to the door with an excited face holding the computer.

"Boss, can I come in?"

"Come in, there's something urgent?" Yan Shang walked behind the desk with his coffee.

Secretary Fang put down the computer and turned the screen towards him.

"Look at these pictures, we have received submissions from Artist Zero!"

Yan Shang raised his hand and swiped the screen and asked him, "Painter Zero?" ”

"It's the ceiling painter of the commercial painting world!"

"Although he only paints commercial sketches, each of his works has been recognized by well-known artists at home and abroad."

"The art world says that the painter has the sharpest insight and the most powerful expressiveness in the world, and his painting style is treacherous and changeable."

"The only thing that remains constant is that each of his paintings can reflect a keen observer who wanders on the edge of the world, but it can also make all the viewers gain a visual feast and a turbulent emotional experience."

"Perfectly fitting the theme of our post-apocalyptic wasteland sci-fi!"

"So what?" Yan Shang finished browsing the eight pictures and looked at him indifferently.

Secretary Fang coughed twice in embarrassment, reining in his emotions.

"Therefore, the art department specially reported that I wanted to invite the artist Zero to join the main creative team, and the art department would assist Zero."

Yan Shang's eyes sharpened, and he asked him rhetorically: "I sent them abroad for study for nothing?" ”

Secretary Fang hurriedly spoke for the art department: "It's that this painter Ling is too powerful, and we really can't do anything about artistic talent." ”

"That's what you're asking me about?" Yan Shang pushed the computer back and leaned into the boss's chair, "Say, what else do you want." ”

Secretary Fang sneered and put the computer in his arms, and replied in a low voice: "We have a lot of work, I'm afraid the price... It's a bit high. ”

"And he only works on the line and only responds to messages at night."

"If we work with him, we will need your approval to adjust the working hours of the art department in the next few months, so that they can go out day and night."

Yan Shang pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, "Let them write an application and give it to me directly for approval." ”

"Good boss!" Secretary Fang was like a chicken blood.

I don't know how much I think he thinks about the art department, but he's just an old fan of the true love of Artist Zero!

He grinned and entered the art department, raised his hand and slapped the computer on the table, "Let's apply!" There's a drama in this matter! ”

Yan Shang picked up the warm coffee, picked up his mobile phone, and sent a message to Lin Yi.