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Fortunately, the white light covered him. This was the light that saved his soul. Without this white light, his soul would have followed Yu Meifang's soul to perdition in a daze!

This Yu Meifang is so abominable, she is still plotting against others after she died!

Fortunately, because of the white light protecting her body, all her plans were in vain!

And that sonorous voice, "Is this all you have to do to make a living? Is your last obsession, your ultimate pursuit in life, to fight Landlords?"

It still seems to be echoing in my ears now...

"...The last obsession, the ultimate pursuit of life,..."

And those quick flashbacks of life... aren't all of this a proper near-death experience?

Then am I not resurrected from the dead? As soon as he thought about this, Fang Chen felt a joy like rebirth in his heart...

The fortune teller's words floated through my ears like a curse: "...I won't live to be 46 years old..."

Can’t live to be 46? Now, I have successfully escaped the disaster and have lived past the age of 46. I will make money in the future...

In the autumn afternoon, the sun is shining slantingly, the birds are singing melodiously in the woods, and the leaves are gently swaying and rustling. The golden sunlight penetrates the dense leaves, casting mottled shadows and decorating the earth.

The breeze blows and the fallen leaves drift, like dancers dancing in the air. The shadows of the trees are dancing, the time is quiet, and the woods in the afternoon are full of tranquility and tranquility.

Along with the breeze, there is a faint fragrance floating by, which is the fragrance of life exuded by the wild flowers under the shadow of the trees.

Fang Chen took a deep breath of the autumn fragrance, and his mind suddenly became very clear. He walked on the forest path covered with soft fallen leaves, walked out of the grove, and strode towards the teaching building.

The afternoon class is "Tourism" from the Department of Foreign Affairs.

I came a little early, and the preparation bell hadn't been rung yet. But the seats were already full of students.

Fang Chen was very surprised. This class of students always stepped on the bell to enter the classroom. What happened today? So good?

When I walked up to the podium, I looked at everyone with doubts, but I saw the almost fanatical adoration in the children's eyes...

Fang Chen unconsciously touched his face and chin, and then looked at his hands. I'm still me, nothing has changed. What's wrong with these students? Why are you looking at me with such star-chasing eyes?

Before she could ask, the chubby girl closest to the podium spoke excitedly, "Teacher, do you still teach art classes?"

Fang Chen was surprised, "How do you know I teach art? I didn't say that, right?"

"I watched the video, you see..." The girl showed the mobile phone screen to Fang Chen. It turned out that during class in the morning, the students secretly filmed her teaching process and put it online. No wonder the student who was caught by her and deleted the video was dissatisfied. It turned out that such a big fish slipped through the net!

"Teacher, we have all seen this video. We are so envious of those who study art!"

"Teacher, which major is art? Can I change my major now?"

"Teacher, where is the art classroom? Why can't I find it?"

"Teacher, can you also give us art classes?"

The students were talking all over the place and the classroom was buzzing with people.

When the students gradually calmed down, Fang Chen answered one by one: "Our school only majors in gardening and architecture to study art. The art classroom is in the complex building, which is not easy to find... You are now in your junior year. , it seems impossible to change major...”

"But, we also want to learn to draw!"

"Teacher, why don't you submit an application and give us art classes?"

The students were noisy again.

"I am an external teacher in your department. I am not qualified to apply for courses. However, I can apply for public elective courses. If passed, you can apply for them next semester..."

"Public elective courses, you won't be able to get a class like this!"

"That's right, teacher, there must be a lot of people grabbing the art class!"

"Isn't that right? If the whole school fights together, we probably won't be able to get in!"

"I'll give it a try then, maybe it will work!"

The students discussed and complained again.

Fang Chen thought for a while and found his last resort, "I coach the school's calligraphy and painting association. Interested students can sign up to join the association. There are activities every week, which is equivalent to three or four hours of painting time every week. "Seeing everyone's eagerness to try, Fang Chen added, "However, the number of members of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is limited, and the president may evaluate it..."

Most of the students were discouraged, but a few wanted to give it a try.

Fang Chen pushed the WeChat account of the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association to those students.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in my mind, "...We are lacking art here!"

Almost at the same time, the class bell rang...