It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 8

The composition Lin Qin wrote in the examination room was less than [-] words.

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

Then enumerate several "start with me" action plans.

The content of the four hundred words is full and detailed, with detailed grounds everywhere, and it is practical.

It's a pity that it's all skill and no emotion.

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

He asked with a smile: "You used to write compositions like this?"

Lin Qin shook his head: "I haven't written it before."
All the teachers in the town's high school regarded her as a treasure. As long as they could get high scores in the test questions other than composition every time, the teachers would turn a blind eye to her.

Thinking of her outstanding achievements in other subjects, Yan Shang raised his hand and raised his forehead.

Reorganize the language: "High school composition can't just write data and theory, you have to extend from hot events to the responsibility of the group and society, and then rise to the feelings of family and country..."

He could clearly see the bewilderment in Lin Qin's eyes.

"do not understand?"

"Understand, but don't understand."

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

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

Yan Shang frowned slightly, quickly let go, and asked in a slow voice, "Which aspect is it that you don't understand?"

"The relationship between individuals and groups is mutual help based on interests."

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

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

Yan Shang was still thinking, when there were fights and footsteps at the door of the classroom.

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

Seeing the tall and handsome guy sitting opposite Lin Qin, and then looking at the coat draped over Lin Qin.

Tacitly said at the same time: "Grass."

"Sister Qin, is this your date?" one of the boys seated next to Lin Qin boldly asked.

Yan Shang stood up, his height of 1.9 meters and the strong figure cultivated through years of fitness compared with high school students, it was extremely oppressive.

He turned to those people and said calmly, "I'm Lin Qin's uncle. She transferred to another school in a hurry, so I need your help."

The little boy who asked the question hastily waved his hands to apologize, and stammered: "Then what, Uncle Lin, we were joking just now, we don't fall in love early, haha, we still expect Sister Qin to help make up lessons or something."

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

Yan Shang smiled, "Then you play, I will take Lin Qin home."

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

Lin Qin thought for a while, but didn't move, "The teacher said you can't leave school until you finish writing."

"Where is the office, I'll go to 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."

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

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

I don't know what Yan Shang and the teacher talked about, and they returned to the car in less than 10 minutes.

While starting the car, he said, "Try to write all [-] characters in the next exam, and you can have an extra ten points."

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

As expected, it is best to find the parents to solve the teacher's matter.

The two returned home with their own thoughts.

The next two days are weekends.

Yan Shang originally planned to communicate more with Lin Qin.

However, a reserved land visit opened early, so I had to pack my luggage and go on a business trip to the next city.

Lin Qin was left unattended, and spent two days sitting in front of the computer, drawing five concept maps of key places in "Unbounded" and three character settings, and sent them to the mailbox for submissions.

The second group of Yan's art department.

"Fuck!" The intern in charge of the preliminary review of the manuscript sprayed a mouthful of milk tea on the screen.

The team leader was standing right behind her, frowning so hard that a fly could be killed, "What are you doing! Do you know how much a high-end computer costs?! Wipe it clean!"

The intern frantically picked up the tissue, wiped it carelessly, and pointed to the sender on the screen.

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

Jiang Lei squinted his eyes to look over, and slapped him on the back of the head, "Hand! Block it!"

"Oh." Dong Zirui withdrew his hand and couldn't help asking again, "Is that right, boss?"

Jiang Lei stared intently for a while, then suddenly snorted with his palm on top of his head, his voice was like thunder: "I really let you touch it!"

"Click to open it!"

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 excitedly holding the computer.

"Boss, can I come in?"

"Come in, is there something urgent?" Yan Shang walked behind the desk with a coffee in his hand.

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

"Look at these pictures, we have received submissions from artist Ling!"

Yan Shang raised his hand to swipe the screen and asked him, "Illustrator Zero?"

"He is a ceiling painter in the commercial painting world!"

"Although he only draws commercial drafts, each work has been recognized by well-known artists at home and abroad."

"The art circles say that the painter Ling has the most keen insight and the strongest expressive power in the world, and his painting style is treacherous and changeable."

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

"It fits very well with the theme of our science fiction in the apocalyptic wasteland!"

"So?" Yan Shang looked at him indifferently after browsing through the eight pictures.

Secretary Fang coughed twice in embarrassment, restraining his emotions.

"So the art department made a special report and wanted to invite artist Ling to join the main creative team, and the art department will give Ling assistance."

Yan Shang's eyes sharpened, and he asked him back: "Is it for nothing that I send them to study abroad?"

Secretary Fang hurriedly spoke to the art department: "It's the painter Ling who is really good. There is nothing we can do about artistic talent."

"Are you still asking me about this?" Yan Shang pushed the computer back and leaned back into the boss's chair, "Tell me, what else do you want?"

Secretary Fang folded the computer and hugged it in his arms, and replied in a low voice, "We have a lot of work, so the price may be...a bit high."

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

"If we cooperate with him, we need your special approval to adjust the working hours of the art department for the next few months to make it easier for them to come out at night."

Yan Shang pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, "Let them write the application and bring it to me for approval."

"Okay boss!" Secretary Fang spat out like chicken blood.

Those who didn't know thought he was thinking about the art department, but he was just an old fan of the painter Zero!

He entered the art department with a grin on his face, raised his hand and slapped the computer on the table, "Let's apply! There's something to be said for this!"

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

　I know how to guide writing and invite parents (manual dog head
　　
　
(End of this chapter)