Lai Ze was speechless when he saw the news, and replied:
[Senior, stop joking with me.]
Li Binhong: [Are you kidding me?]
Reiser: […]
Li Binhong: [Where did you get the ancient paintings? It looks too new.]
Lai Ze: [? ? ? This is not an ancient painting! ! !]
Li Binhong: [Do you think I'm blind? [Contempt] Do you want me to popularize science for you? This clearly uses the long-lost inner strength since Tang Dynasty, the method of looking in the mirror. There are not many painters who know this trick, is it the painter Fu Yi? Shen Anzhi with big hands? Or the national teacher Liang Luoduan? He had studied under Fu Yi, so he should have learned some true teachings.]
Reiser: […]
Li Binhong: [I can't tell that your crew is so rich, so why did you only give me 1500 when you invited me on the spot? If this painting is worth a few million dollars, it will definitely not come down. Hurry up, if it is really Fu Yi's masterpiece, let me observe it on the spot. My teacher happened to be researching Fu Yi recently and preparing to publish a thesis. Although he is very famous, there are really very few works handed down today...]
Lai Ze's Painful Mask: [[Split] Senior, did I provoke you? Fuck me like this. Is it okay to joke in moderation? I'm working, can you seriously answer my question?]
Li Binhong: [I am serious.]
Reiser: "..."
He was wrong. This senior looks like an unreliable Yazi.
"Uh." Director Shen observed Lai Ze's distorted expression, and asked cautiously, "What did your senior say?"
Lai Ze waved his hand and said, "Don't pay attention to him, he may think that every day is April Fool's Day, people are already crazy."
Shen directed the black question mark face.
Although in the end he didn't understand the level of Qi Linqing's painting, but since even Lai Ze, the art director, couldn't find faults, it was more than enough to fool those netizens.
The next day, Monday.
The warm sunshine shone into the Qi's villa.
"Second young master, your wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea is ready." The nanny handed over the thermos cup.
Qi Linqing took the cup and put it in his schoolbag, thanked him, turned around and got in the car to go to school.
He doesn't like the milk tea and happy water of this era, so this is just a sip.
After rebirth, although the rest of this body is still struggling on the poverty line, at least it has no worries about food and drink. The Qi family's parents blocked the original owner's credit card to prevent him from spending money indiscriminately, but they are not stingy about basic necessities of life.
In this regard, the treatment of the original owner is the same as that of Qi Lele.
They can take expensive four-wheeled vehicles and have exclusive drivers; they also live in this luxurious villa, and the clothes they want will be delivered to the door the next day, and they only need to tell the nanny what they want to eat and drink.
Watching Qi Linqing leave, the nanny shook her head and walked back, saying to herself: "What's wrong with this kid, he seems to be a different person..."
Not only do you insist on getting up early and running every day, planting flowers and weeding in the back garden, but now you even drink health-preserving tea?
…
Today happened to be the day when the results of the placement test for the second grade of junior high school were announced.
It turned out that Qi Linqing transferred from another school and studied with Qi Lele in class one—this is the best class in the second grade of senior high school.
The students were very resentful. In their opinion, a rural bumpkin like Qi Linqing deserves to be in the same class? It is simply an insult to the sacred number "1".
So everyone waited to see the joke about his crash when his grades came out.
Unexpectedly, when the score was officially announced, not only did the plane crash, but the plane evaporated before even flying into the sky!
Qi Linqing, the total score of each subject: 0.
Everyone: "..."
In the office in the morning.
The class teacher looked at the handsome boy with blond hair in front of him, and said earnestly: "Linqing, the teacher knows that you have encountered a lot of things recently, maybe the rebellious period has come, I can understand. But you don't have to write a word in the placement test ah… "
Qi Linqing: "I can't write."
When Qi Linqing first passed through, looking at those science papers was like reading a bible. He could understand some Chinese, history, and geography half-assedly, but he couldn't use a modern hard pen at all, nor could he write simplified characters, so he had to hand in blank papers.
The boy's honest answer gave the head teacher a fatal blow.
The head teacher looked like he was choking on a steamed bun. She hurriedly opened the drawer, took out a few quick-acting heart-relief pills and water, took it, and patted her chest lightly, only then did she regain her strength.
"What good does rebellion do to you? Linqing, life is your own, and we can't help you make choices. You got zero points in the test, and according to the rules, you have to transfer from class one to class eighteen. Fall from heaven Go to hell and piss off your parents, can you be happy?" She tried to persuade the boy to turn around.
Qi Linqing: "I don't want to do this either, but I really don't know how to write."
The head teacher got angry, and said ironically, "Don't you even know how to write a single word?"
Qi Linqing nodded, "Yes."
head teacher:"… "
No wonder it is said that teachers are high-risk occupations. If there are more Qi Linqings, she will be pissed off sooner or later.
While pinching him, she called Zeng Penghai and said in a trembling voice, "I'm afraid I'm going to die, so come and take him away."
Zeng Penghai is the head teacher of the 18th class and also the dean of education. He is short and quiet, with sparse Mediterranean hair barely covering his head, and his eyes are alert.
In this international high school, there are many unlearned and uneducated wealthy second generations, all of whom are housed in Class 18 like dumping garbage.
If it weren't for the severe suppression of this powerful leader, I'm afraid Class 18 would have poked a hole in the school long ago.
Since Qi Linqing is from the Qi family, Zeng Penghai wanted to save face and let him stay in the first class as much as possible.
But since the other party wants to make trouble—then don't blame him for being rude.
"Okay, I'll be right over." Zeng Penghai hung up the phone and walked towards the office aggressively.
The first time he saw Qi Linqing, Zeng Penghai's eyebrows twisted into caterpillars.
Blatantly violating school rules by dyeing your hair? It's still dyed this bright gold? How decent! !
"I'll give you two hours now." Zeng Penghai said unceremoniously, "Go out now and dye your hair back to black before coming back."
Qi Linqing said seriously: "In fact, I also want to dye it back, but last time the barber shop said that my hair was bleached too much? In addition to the thick and hard hair, I can't dye it back for the time being."
In fact, Qi Linqing didn't quite understand what it meant, he just copied what the barber said that day.
Zeng Penghai thought to forget it, and continued to say coldly: "Then pack up your things now and transfer to Class 18 with me."
"OK."
Then Qi Linqing turned around and went to the locker to tidy up. He moved quickly and put all the textbooks neatly.
Zeng Penghai: "..."
He actually had the illusion of punching cotton? Well, definitely an illusion.