Krypton makes me super god

Chapter 2 I'm Really Not Insane

Although the sound is very small, it is very clear in the empty and quiet classroom.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofan's face was a little embarrassed.

What made him even more embarrassed was that no one in the class snickered, and everyone looked serious.

This means that everyone has already decided that he is brain-dead.

This is a sad story.

Professor Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that Qin Nuanyu was joking, but when she saw the expressions of her classmates, she realized that it might be true!

"Ahem. Well, since student Yang feels a little uncomfortable, let another student explain it."

Yang Xiaofan hastily shouted:

"Professor Xiao, I'm not stupid, I'm not sick, I'm fine."

Just kidding, if he doesn't speak clearly, he will really become a fool in the eyes of everyone.

Professor Xiao has an expression that I understand very well.

"It's okay, student Yang, everyone will feel uncomfortable, and it will be fine when you recover."

Yang Xiaofan almost wanted to cry but had no tears.

Damn, according to this rhythm, he is not a brain-dead, he has to be recognized as a brain-dead.

How to do?
how to solve this problem?

correct!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Yang Xiaofan's mind, he immediately brought up the light curtain, and added all the first [-] Ruanmei coins to his memory.

Let the experience bar representing memory keep rising.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofan felt that his mind was suddenly enlightened, and his consciousness was extremely clear.

Many things that have long been forgotten in my mind, now, like watching a movie, they are all displayed.

Including what was in class yesterday.

Yang Xiaofan took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"There is a fish in Dark North, its name is Kun, and it is as big as Kun."

"what?"

Everyone in the class was shocked.

Professor Xiao, including a group of classmates, originally thought that Yang Xiaofan's brain had been damaged and he became mentally disabled.

But at this moment, Yang Xiaofan suddenly recited the text clearly, and even the notes and explanations were recited word for word, how can this be done by a brainless person?
Ten minutes later, when Yang Xiaofan recited the entire text and notes, the entire classroom was completely silent.

Everyone stared at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Are you kidding me?
How could a brain-damaged person do the reciting homework so well?
Is there any mistake? If he is brain-dead, don't the other people present have no brains?
After a while, I didn't know who it was, and started to applaud, followed by the second person, the third person, and the fourth person. Soon, everyone in the class, including Professor Xiao, cheered together. Yang Xiaofan applauded.

All eyes were on Yang Xiaofan, full of admiration and admiration.

Yang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

Finally, I don't need to be regarded as brain-dead.

Professor Xiao smiled and said:

"It seems that there must be some misunderstandings in the middle. Student Yang's mind is very clear, and he is also very hardworking in his studies. Everyone will learn from Student Yang in the future."

The whole class burst into thunderous applause again, which greatly satisfied Yang Xiaofan's vanity.

If you have a golden finger, you are a cow!

No wonder many people want to be the protagonist, it is so cool.

For the rest of the class, Professor Xiao didn't nominate Yang Xiaofan again, and Yang Xiaofan was also happy to relax, lying on the table and studying his own cheats.

This thing needs to be recharged to improve experience.

Not only are there many types, but there are also many levels.

For example, his painting skills have reached the realm of a master, but in fact, above the master, there is a great master, or even a higher level.

The higher the level, the stronger the ability.

In the end, it will really be like the means of the gods, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

No wonder, it's called God-making Project!

However, returning to the essence, if you want to really reach the level of a god, the money you need must be extraordinary.

Thinking of his pockets being cleaner than his face, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"It seems that it is really time to start making money."

He wasn't too worried. He usually made money by playing games and leveling. Now that he has master-level painting skills, it must be easier to make money by helping others paint.

After finally surviving school, Yang Xiaofan rushed back to the dormitory immediately, and started his plan to earn money.

He first searched for the price of paintings. For a master-level existence like him, any painting can be sold for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of dollars!
If you work a little harder, maybe you can create paintings worth more than one million, or even tens of millions!
Of course, hundreds of millions is impossible.

On the one hand, the world is not without master-level painters.

On the other hand, there is also a collection value that pays attention to works of art such as paintings.

When he was alive, he could copy ten, one hundred, or one thousand copies of the same painting, but when he died, one painting became a unique copy.

Therefore, the price will also be affected by this aspect.

But this is enough, just draw a few pictures a day, and earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a day, Lafite, tender model, Ferrari, how much do you want?

It's a hundred times better than game leveling, being a poor old lady, or being a poor novelist.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaofan enthusiastically packed up his things, ready to go, ready to go out and buy some painting tools.

Before people had time to go out, Gu Hao had already rushed back.

"Damn, Lao Yang, do you know? A master of painting has appeared in our school."

Yang Xiaofan frowned.

"what happened?"

"You still don't know? The school forums, and the Moments of all classes are all exploding!"

Gu Hao came to the window in a hurry, his thick buttocks slammed on the bed hard, knocking Yang Xiaofan's body upside down.

The bear-like thick fingers displayed unimaginable agility, quickly opened a bottle of soda, smashed it in his throat, and after gulping down a few big gulps, Gu Hao yelled, spitting:
"Today, I don't know who drew a landscape painting on the wall of the school. My God, it was recognized as a master painting by the school professor. Now all the students in the school, especially those little Internet celebrities, are surrounding the wall Take pictures. I heard that there are already collectors, and they started to contact the school to buy this wall. Bids start from 100 million!"

Yang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat, could it be the painting he drew?
He immediately turned on the phone, and as expected, it was the landscape painting he had drawn casually in the morning, the picture of Cangshan and Liushui.

The popularity on the Internet is not so high now.

Douyin, the school forum, Weibo, and the circle of friends of the students all went crazy.

Even the thousand-degree hot search is on.

(End of this chapter)