The Heavens: The Beginning Blind Date Zhong Xiaoai

Chapter 106 A Blockbuster

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

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

But the paintings now are just game works, which may be top-grade for ordinary painters, but for Fang Yifan, they are just handy.

"Not bad, that's what I want, but the rocket is a bit of an eyesore, and it lowers the level of the whole painting."

Qiao Yingzi pointed at the oil painting and commented.

The oil painting is in a cartoon style. The content is that Qiao Yingzi rushed out of the earth and flew into space on a rocket. On the picture, the sun hangs high and the nine planets surround it, which is very spectacular;

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

"This is a new type of launch vehicle, the Long March 258, which is durable and does not consume fuel. What are you not satisfied with?"

This was already Hong Guoguo's teasing, but the two hugged and talked a lot, and it was within the normal operating range.

"Return the No. 258 carrier rocket, you two are too sweet, I can't bear it, so I will withdraw first."

Feeling as if his things had been taken away, Huang Zhitao became unhappy.

"It's so sour, Fang Hou, your Tao Zi is jealous, my wingman is okay."

"Who belongs to his family? See if I don't tear your mouth apart..."

The two have been friends for many years, and they are not plastic sisters. Of course, they will not really fight, but even so, the scenes on the scene are enough for Fang Yifan to feast his eyes on.

We are all good kids, healthy and happy kids.

"Stop, stop, stop, I'll answer the phone. My mother is probably urging me to go home."

Qiao Yingzi was not superior in height or physical strength, and was suppressed by Huang Zhitao. Just when the phone rang again, he had to raise the white flag to surrender.

"Yingzi, where are you? Why haven't you come home yet?"

Song Qian was originally a teacher of Chunfeng Middle School, so she knew the schedule of Chunfeng Middle School very well. Seeing that Qiao Yingzi hadn't come home at this time, she called her.

"I'm looking at Fang Hou's new painting at my Fang Hou's house. Tao Zi is with me."

Qiao Yingzi, who had planned for a long time, used a shield.

"Tao Zi is here too, that's fine, remember to come back early after reading."

Sure enough, with Song Qian, Huang Zhitao's name was quite useful, but even so, Qiao Yingzi decided to leave after hanging up the phone; that's right, Song Qian's intimidating power was so great.

"Fanfan, Yingzi, who is this?"

After getting rich, Fangyuan became even more lazy. Before 04:30, he used the excuse of seeing clients and came back early.

"Dad, this is my classmate Huang Zhitao, who also lives in Scholarly Garden, and came to see my paintings with Yingzi."

Fang Yifan quickly introduced.

"Hello Uncle Fang"

"Hello, hello, you guys are leaving now, come and play often in the future."

There is no need to say that Fang Yuan, who has a big belly, is friendly. Just looking at his appearance, he is easy to get along with.

"Son, you have a good eye. She is the goddess you mentioned."

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

"Dad, you're really gossip; hey, it's only 04:30, and you left early again. I'm not afraid that your boss will fire you."

It's only been two months since the time travel, and it's known that there are more than ten days of being late and leaving early plus asking for leave. Sometimes Fang Yifan feels that Fang Yuan deserves to be fired in the play.

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

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

.........

On the other side, even if Qiao Yingzi went back immediately, Song Qian still picked the wrong one.

"Yingzi, Fang Yifan is an art student. You can't learn from him. He can get into the Central Academy of Fine Arts with more than 500 exams. Can you compare with him?"

"Mom, I'm going to have a look at the paintings. I'm back."

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

"When can't Fang Yifan's paintings be seen? You are now in the third year of high school, and you should focus on your studies; after taking the college entrance examination, I will let you look at them for as long as you want."

Ever since she divorced Qiao Weidong, Song Qian had devoted all her attention to her daughter, and wanted her to win her praises; now that the college entrance examination was about to take place, she was even more obsessed with sleep and food.

Too much love will become a burden. Song Qian's love is a burden to Qiao Yingzi.

Going into her room, putting down Fang Yifan's painting, putting down her schoolbag, and taking out a test paper, Qiao Yingzi began to do the test paper; in the past six months, only when she concentrates on doing the test paper can her mother be really happy.

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Chunfeng Middle School
Third Grade Teacher's Office

In the third year of senior high school, not only the students had heavy tasks, but the teachers did not relax much. The test papers were basically taken home and corrected overnight, because they had to give wrong questions in class the next day.

"Ms. Li, you can't be judged by appearances; Fang Yifan in your class is usually joking and joking, like a normal person, with a heavy sense of honor and humiliation; at the end of last semester, he only got a 69 in physics, his strong point, but you know he passed the test yesterday. How much?"

Heavy, Fang Yifan's physics teacher came to Li Meng early in the morning to announce the good news.

"How many exams did you take?"

Thinking of the math test paper she corrected yesterday, Li Meng made some guesses.

"98, the highest in the class, and possibly the highest in the school; this test paper is written by myself, and there is absolutely no water in it."

What is the teacher's happiness, and seeing the students' progress by leaps and bounds must be one of them.

"Fang Yifan has really worked hard this summer. 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 to last semester, it has also improved a lot."

Although he cheated a lot of money, he should be praised, Pan Shuai also said.

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

"Biology 97, first in the class"

"This kid can do it. During a summer vacation, he will explode in full swing; Mr. Li, how much did he pass the math test?"

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

"Mathematics 150, full marks."

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

“150、135、145、97、96、98，721，这是清北的苗子啊。”

After a heavy mouth calculation, he said.

"Qingbei probably won't be able to go. His mother called me a few days ago and said she wanted him to be an art student."

Before knowing the score, Li Meng also felt that it would be a good choice for Fang Yifan to be an art student, especially after receiving the oil painting from him yesterday.

But now, art student or Qingbei?

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

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

"Wait a little longer, next week and when the school officially starts, there will be tests;
At that time, Fang Yifan still had this grade, so I will talk to his parents again. "

Li Meng decided.

(End of this chapter)