Krypton makes me super god

Chapter 3
Seeing that a random painting by himself can trigger such a violent chain reaction, Yang Xiaofan can't help being a little excited even if he has a good heart.

After all, it was made by myself!
Gu Hao on the side was still chattering, too excited.

"Lao Yang, rewards are being offered everywhere in the school. As long as you find this master painter, the starting price is 5 yuan! My brothers, as long as you find him out, take the 5 yuan and go to treat your brain. Maybe you'll be fine."

Yang Xiaofan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

It's his luck to have a good buddy like Gu Hao, but he is also very helpless if he is always considered stupid.

With a light cough, Yang Xiaofan said with a serious face:

"Fatty, in fact, that master of traditional Chinese painting is me!"

"???"

Gu Hao frowned and looked at Yang Xiaofan.

Yang Xiaofan looked at him, a little speechless.

"It's really me, you trust me."

"That. I believe you. In this case, I will go out and look for any clues. You stay in the dormitory and don't wander around."

With that said, Gu Hao quickly got up and left the dormitory.

After a while, Yang Xiaofan heard Gu Hao's anxious voice coming from the corridor.

"Hey, Dr. Li? Didn't you say that my brother's brain will not continue to deteriorate? Why do I think he seems to be getting worse? Are you sure you don't want to give him some refreshing medicine or something?"

".."

Yang Xiaofan was speechless for a while.

However, this also gave him a wake-up call.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand this kind of thing. Now, I am afraid he can't make too much fanfare and expose the mutation in himself.

Otherwise, if he was caught and used as a guinea pig experiment, wouldn't he have nowhere to cry?

After careful consideration, Yang Xiaofan registered a new forum account and a new WeChat account, and posted a post.

"I am the painter who painted on the walls of the campus. Now I am sincerely selling all kinds of high-quality paintings. I accept reservations. If you sincerely want them, add me on WeChat 5421."

As soon as it was released, Yang Xiaofan received several replies.

There is no way, the matter of painters has been heated up in the university, and there are posts about painters everywhere.

However, when Yang Xiaofan opened the post, his face turned dark.

"Nimma, you're a liar, so good at rubbing the heat?"

"If you are really a painter of that level, do you still need to sell paintings in the forum?"

"Everyone report it together, and let the bar staff block his post."

A series of cursing black posts made Yang Xiaofan very angry.

"Grass, wait for me to draw a picture, let's see what you guys say."

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiaofan turned off the computer angrily, walked out of the dormitory, and went to buy painting supplies.

On the other hand, the principal's office has already become a mess.

The phones rang one after another, making the principal's head dizzy.

After finally unplugging the phone line and turning off the phone, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the secretary had already walked in with high heels.

"Principal, just now the president of Yu's Group in this city called you and said he wanted to meet the painter. Please come forward and help arrange it."

The principal replied angrily:

"Arrangement shit! If I want to know who he is, it's my turn to arrange it for him? Now the big shots outside calling to find painters can circle around my office dozens of times! Zhang Lao, the master of traditional Chinese painting, who is not higher than him?"

"What did the security department say? Did the surveillance find it?"

"The security department is also very busy. When the security guards found the painter in the morning, the painter ran away. He ran too fast and the security guards didn't catch up. In addition, he seems to be very familiar with our campus and avoided all surveillance cameras, so check Surveillance didn't lead to anything either."

"Then check again! As long as he is a person, he can't just disappear out of thin air like this! You must find him for me, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to sit still."

"Yes!"

On Yang Xiaofan's side, after leaving the dormitory, he immediately came to a nearby painting shop.

Next to the university town, painting utensils are still easy to buy. Many people who think they have art bacteria like to cultivate a little hobby and sentiment.

"Boss, how much is the cheapest set of ordinary Chinese painting tools?"

The boss is a bald middle-aged man in his 50s, with a sly smile on his face, revealing years of experience in killing customers.

"It's not expensive, just over 1000."

"What? A set of ordinary painting tools costs more than 1000, why don't you grab them?"

Yang Xiaofan was shocked.

His monthly food expenses are only 1000 yuan, and it costs more than [-] yuan to buy the most common set of painting utensils.

"Is this still expensive? A set of good painting tools costs tens of thousands!"

Yang Xiaofan couldn't help sighing in his heart, there really is a price to be paid for playing literature and art.

However, in order to make money, he can only grit his teeth and pay first.

"Then give me a set. Are there any discounts?"

"Students get 100% off. Since you have just stepped into the art world, I will give you [-] yuan directly, uncle, and I will charge you [-] yuan."

"One thousand and four? Shit, I really think it's almost worth it, can I get it on credit?"

The bald boss, with a smile on his face, turned around and walked back to the shop.

"This store does not accept credit!"

Yang Xiaofan vomited blood depressed.

His monthly living expenses are only over 1000, and he still has to eat.

The 1 yuan that Gu Hao gave him before has already been recharged by him.Moreover, it was the students' money, and when I earned money, I still had to return it to everyone.

If you want to buy painting tools now, if you can't sell paintings for a while, I'm afraid you will have to eat steamed buns in the next few days.

Just when he was depressed, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure, which made Yang Xiaofan's eyes brighten.

Without further ado, Yang Xiaofan took a quick step and trotted over.

"Squad leader, why are you here?"

"Yang Xiaofan?"

What Yang Xiaofan saw was none other than monitor Qin Nuanyu.

At this moment, she was standing in front of an automatic target shooting machine, staring at the toys inside, lost in thought, seeing Yang Xiaofan, she couldn't help being a little surprised.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm here to buy some things. I don't have enough money. I want to ask the monitor to borrow some money. I'll pay you back in a few days."

Qin Nuanyu frowned.

"If I remember correctly, the class donated 1 yuan to you today, right? Are you running out of money so soon?"

Yang Xiaofan touched his nose in embarrassment.

"There are some small troubles, and it was spent. But don't worry, I will be loose in a few days, and I will definitely return it to everyone."

Qin Nuanyu nodded.

"Just remember, how much do you borrow?"

"Not much, borrow one thousand."

"it is good."

Qin Nuanyu didn't waste too much nonsense, and directly transferred 1000 yuan to Yang Xiaofan.

(End of this chapter)