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"Slow movement is just a result. Do you know the reason? You have done too few test questions; the last big questions are difficult and require time to think, but what about the previous questions? You also spend so much time. Doing these questions takes time. Rely on instinct, without thinking too much, you should write the answer when you see the question.

Well, after dinner, rest for half an hour, and continue to do the chemistry test paper. "

Hearing this, Fang Yifan knew that if he didn't do the test papers for each subject of language, mathematics, foreign language, matter, chemistry, and biology, he would never want to go home today.

At 06:30 in the evening, after Fang Yifan finished his dinner and was just about to start working on the questions, Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan arrived.

"Oh, Song Qian, I really troubled you today. I asked you to make up lessons for Fanfan and cook him food. It's too hard for you."

Tong Wenjie expressed her sincere thanks.

"Come here, you are so polite, and you bring so many things."

In today's situation, Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan certainly wouldn't come here empty-handed.

"I went to the fruit supermarket with Fangyuan, and I saw durians and mangosteens are very fresh, so I bought some for you; Fanfan, Yingzi, come and eat some fruits." Tong Wenjie, who is also a frequent visitor of Song Qian's house, is not restrained.

"Thank you, Aunt Tong"

I can't stand the smell of durian, but Qiao Yingzi still likes it.

"Mom and Dad, you guys are here to save me. I've done all the test papers today."

Crying children have candy to eat, Fang Yifan sells it miserably.

"Where is this now? You can do the chemistry test paper after eating the fruit. You were too relaxed at first, but now it's time to hurry up. Wenjie, come here, I have something to tell you."

Not only Fang Yifan, but also Tong Wenjie and Song Qian have started to work on strict teachers to produce high-quality apprentices.

"Look, this is the test paper Fang Yifan did today."

"73, 75. Physics is his strong point. Why did he take this test? Fang Yifan has fallen too far."

After reading the test paper Song Qian handed over, Tong Wenjie shook her head angrily.

"This is the score he spent an hour and a half on the test paper, and then I gave him another 10 minutes. This is the final score."

Song Qian turned the test paper to the back and gave two more points.

"95, 98?"

The score was so high that Tong Wenjie couldn't believe it.

"Fanfan is really smart, as long as he is given time, he can basically solve every problem; but because he is too smart, he doesn't like to spend time on studying;

He did too few exercises, which is why he was too late to solve the problems; if you look at his test papers, there are basically no mistakes, and some are careless. All the deductions are due to being too late. "

Song Qian told Tong Wenjie what she learned.

Chapter 99 Art Students

Fang Yifan didn't know what Song Qian said to Tong Wenjie, anyway, after he came out of the room, his mother felt as if she had been beaten with chicken blood.

Then, from that day on, I fell into a sea of ​​questions; one test paper for each subject every day is just a basic operation, and if the results do not meet Song Qian's requirements, it is only normal to add one or two test papers.

Seeing Fang Yifan in such a miserable state, Qiao Yingzi was sure that her mother had indeed shown mercy to her subordinates.

One and a half months later, Fang Yifan, who had successfully upgraded, was finally able to finish the test paper within the stipulated time.

That night, Fangyuan and his wife came to pick up their baby son as usual.

"Wen Jie, come and take a look."

Song Qian called Tong Wenjie into her room, turned on the computer, and showed her the graph of Fang Yifan's grades in various subjects that she had recorded during this period.

"Is this the result of Fanfan's recent test papers?"

Looking at the straight-up results, Tong Wenjie suddenly felt that this happiness came too suddenly.

"Beginning last week, he has been able to complete the test papers within the stipulated time, and his grades are basically above 650, which is still rising steadily; there is still a year to go, as long as he continues to persist, I think he can really win Qingbei."

When Song Qian said this, she was happy for her best friend, but also a little jealous.

I worked hard, quit my old job, and became a parent with my daughter, so my daughter has good grades now; but Tong Wenjie didn't have to work hard, sent her son to her here for a month and a half, and reaped her many years of grades , It's really that people are more popular than people.

"You said he can take the Qingbei exam?"

A month ago, Tong Wenjie only asked her son to take one exam; if it is not possible, two exams are not unacceptable; but now?Song Qian said that he could go to Qingbei.

"Fanfan is a smart kid with a very good ability to withstand pressure; let's put it this way, his upper limit is very high. If you don't force him, you will never know how high he can reach."

After one and a half months of teaching, Song Qian felt that she absolutely had a say in Fang Yifan's study.

"But pushing the child too far will affect his physical and mental health?"

After all, Tong Wenjie still loves her son dearly. Although academic performance is important, but it is not worth the loss if the body is exhausted.

"Maybe other children, but this will definitely not happen in your family. You see, in addition to doing push-ups, they also draw sketches for Yingzi and me in their spare time."

Teacher Song took out a few captured trophies.

"He painted this, does he have this level?"

It is true that I have enrolled my son in many interest classes, such as music and art, but in Tong Wenjie's impression, his son seems to be learning so-so, at least the sketches are definitely not at the level of the current ones.

"Yes, to be honest, if you let Fanfan become an art student, it would actually be a good choice."

Song Qian suggested.

"Being an art student, what will you do after graduation? Be an artist?"

Tong Wenjie obviously despises the artist he calls.

"Don't look down on art students. As far as Fanfan's grades are concerned, our goal must be the top three of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, China Academy of Art, and Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. After graduating from these schools, you can't be an artist, and it's still easy to be a high school teacher. Take it easy."

Why Song Qian said this was of course Fang Yifan's request; he told Song Qian how much he liked art, but he was afraid that Tong Wenjie would disagree, so he wanted to ask her to help find out.

I don't know how long I will stay in this world, because I haven't received any system tasks until now.

Fang Yifan wanted to have a relaxed college life, so going to the Academy of Fine Arts, based on his master-level art skills, should be a good choice; and it is said that there are many beautiful women in the Academy of Fine Arts.

Looking for a job after graduation?

Work is not for making money, let the dazzling treasures in the space tell you, have I ever been short of money? (To realize self-worth, can such a noble person still pass through?)

"Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

Seeing that his best friend had premeditated plans, Tong Wenjie wondered.

"Your precious son asked me to ask, he wants to be an art student, let me come to you to find out."

Fearing that Tong Wenjie would think too much, Song Qian sold Fang Yifan.

"Why didn't he tell me that he wanted to be an art student?"

Tong Wenjie was even more surprised that his own son was the one who said what he thought.

"Did you hit him when he was painting?"

"this?"

Thinking of my son not doing his homework and drawing anime characters, I did say a lot of unpleasant things. Is it because of this that my son dare not speak?

"Yes, so you still don't care enough about Fang Yifan. You don't know what he wants?"

Song Qian must be the kind of person who can speak clearly about other people's affairs but turn a blind eye when meeting her.

"I want to ask what Lao Fang thinks about this matter."

Compared with Song Qian, Tong Wenjie is still very democratic. As long as the child likes it and has a job in the future, she will support it.

"Of course, you have to discuss it with Fangyuan. It's best to find a professional art test teacher and let him see Fanfan's art skills. It doesn't matter if we laymen talk about it;

Also, the school training class will start next week. Fanfan has really worked hard these days, let him rest for two days, and will not come to my place tomorrow. "

In terms of education, Song Qian is still very strict, and the combination of work and rest is the kingly way.

After returning home late at night, as soon as she entered the bedroom, Tong Wenjie told Fang Yuan that Fang Yifan wanted to be an art student.

"It's not impossible to be an art student, but there are relatively few careers to choose after graduation."

Fang Yuan is a typical cat dad, of course he can't object.

"Fanfan's grades have improved, but I always feel that he has changed a lot during this period of time. He must have told us directly about this kind of thing before, but now Song Qian came here to make indirect remarks. Do you think it's because I often scold him and he doesn't like me?" Are you considerate?"

Tong Wenjie's main concern is this.

"Impossible, Fanfan has a big heart, how can he be angry with you because of such a trivial matter, he is just old enough to be sensible and consider our feelings."

Fangyuan is a professional at coaxing people.

"Really?"

"Of course, my son, don't I know him?"

Fang Yuan patted his beer belly to assure him.

"But I don't want him to be sensible. I still like the way he was heartless before, telling us whatever he thought?"

Parents are such a contradictory individual. At one moment, they want you to grow up quickly and become sensible, and at another moment, they want you to be carefree and live like a child.

"I have a colleague's child who used to be an art exam candidate. He should have the contact information of the art exam teacher. How about I take Fanfan to try it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

Fang Yuan suggested.

"Well, let's listen to the professional teacher's opinion first, as long as it is really possible, let's do it according to Fanfan's wishes."

Fang Yifan is very lucky, he has a happy family.

Chapter 100

Everything has inertia. After being a good student for a month and a half, Fang Yifan got used to the current life.

Although she didn't have to go to Song Qian's house to make up lessons, she still got up early, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

"Fanfan, you don't need to go to Aunt Song Qian's house to make up lessons today, why do you wake up so early, sleep more and have a good rest."

Tong Wenjie felt sorry for her son.

"Mom, I'm getting used to it."

While Fang Yifan was talking, he also took out a set of test papers.

"Fanfan, don't do the test paper yet. Aunt Song Qian told me yesterday that you like drawing and want to be an art student. Is there such a thing?"

Deciding to communicate with her son calmly, Tong Wenjie spoke up.

"I have this idea, but it's still based on your opinion, Mom; don't you always want me to take the Tsinghua University exam? Aunt Song Qian said that as long as I continue to work hard on the questions, Tsinghua University still has hope."

Playing hard to get, while talking, Fang Yifan also made up the test paper.

Tong Wenjie is not Song Qian, and her heart aches when the child is sensible.

"Mom's opinion is not important, what is important is your idea, you like painting, do you want to be an art student?"

"Um"

Fang Yifan nodded.

"Your dad asked for leave today. He will take you to find an art teacher. Let's listen to his advice before deciding whether you want to be an art student, okay?"

Tong Wenjie didn't say enough, if the teacher felt it was inappropriate, she would still have to be a bad person for the sake of the child's future.

.........

That morning, Fang Yuan took Fang Yifan to a gallery in the suburbs of Beijing; the gallery has three floors, the first and second floors display various paintings, and the third floor is an art training class for the college entrance examination.

"Mr. Chen, my name is Fang Yuan. This is my son Fang Yifan. I called you just now."

Guided by the front desk, Fang Yuan and Fang Yifan walked into an office.

Chen Qingfeng, a former teacher at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and a well-known painter in the country, resigned due to various reasons such as income, and opened this Aoki Gallery by himself.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear to you on the phone, and I would like to trouble you to go with the child; because of limited time, I don't accept students who have no drawing foundation."

Chen Qingfeng spoke a bit bluntly, probably because he didn't want to waste time.

"Um, Mr. Chen, my son still has the basics. He has attended many painting training classes, and his painting is not bad; and he has come today. Do you think you can give him a chance and let him try?"

Fang Yuan is very good at communication, he said so, Chen Qingfeng is not good at refusing to issue a letter!Group>9: 8,0? 2:05♀8:5/6, by?Fat, suicide.

"Sketch meeting? Just like them, draw a picture for me in half an hour."

In order not to waste time, Chen Qingfeng led the two into a studio where only four people were painting, pointed to the fruit plate in front of him and said to Fang Yifan.