Planet Transformer

The main residence of the Tan family.

Tan Mo went crazy with anger and dropped something on the ground.

Zuo Yin dressed up and went downstairs, "What are you losing your temper again? Now the whole family is rushing about your affairs, you should be more honest recently."

Tan Mo was very irritable, "Mom, you are a reformer, a reformer that everyone is vying to curry favor with! Can't such a small matter be resolved?"

Zuo Yin comforted her, "Tan Shen is serious this time, mom will find a way, don't worry."

Tan Mo refused to listen, "You are a reformer, and you can always talk to a big man if you take refuge in it! What is he, Tan Shen? He is just a dog of the Great Star Lord, can you even deal with him? As long as Tan Shen falls I'm going to kill that bastard Tan Xu!"

"If you still say things like this until now, you are the one who is in trouble now."

Zuo Yin said displeased: "Stay well, I'll go to the cultivation garden."

Tan Mo rushed over and blocked the way, "Mom, give me a word, will I be okay?"

Zuo Yin sighed, "I'm going to the cultivation garden now, as long as I can make Xianyunsi reach the R2 level, someone will introduce me to the First Prince, as long as I can get to know the First Prince, your matter will be resolved."

Tan Mo was overjoyed, "Then you go quickly, I want to meet the First Prince too."

Tan Xu was so worried about money that his head went bald.

He didn't get any money from Yan Boheng, so he put his mind on the crazy apple potted plant again.

Crazy Seeds add additional properties.

Tan Xu has a lot of additional attribute values. He can exchange for one attribute, make a pot of first-generation potted plants, and then sell it secretly. Wouldn't he be rich in this way?

Of course, the premise is that no one can discover the clues.

Tan Xu thought about the possibility of not being discovered, and always felt anxious and unreliable.

For this reason, Tan Xu didn't sleep well all night, was roasted by fire all night, had nightmares, and woke up in the morning feeling very dizzy.

He got out of bed to drink water. He was dizzy and his legs were weak. He tried his forehead, which was a little hot.

He thought that a 5% fit would make him healthy, but he didn't expect to get sick again so soon, it seems that the fit is still not enough.

Before going to bed last night, he spent another 100 points to exchange for a plant detoxification potion.

Find a chance to detoxify the potted plant, so that he really doesn't owe Yan Boheng any more.

As soon as Tan Xu arrived at the school, he was told that he was on the school net again.

But this time the heat is not as high as "robbing brother Alpha".

The title is very eye-catching: Plagiarism of Tan Xu's work!

A subtitle is attached: The role of friends is to copy works when needed.

The content of the text describes in detail the process of "plagiarism".

Here are some anonymous comments:

"I just said, how can a person who can barely pass the passing line every time suddenly get the highest score? It turns out that he copied it."

"The hateful thing is that the person who plagiarized got the highest professional score, and the person who was plagiarized can only be second."

"Speak up for Hua Yan."

"I saw the photos of those two paintings. To be honest, I didn't think there was any plagiarism. The two paintings are both about forget-me-not flower fields. The content that Tan and Hua want to express is completely different. The former mainly emphasizes 'feeling', and the large flower fields pave the way. , but it is just to exaggerate the emotions of the characters. The whole painting looks beautiful, but in fact it is heavy and depressing.

The latter mainly expresses 'flowers', which can be seen from the painter's careful depiction of flowers from a close-up perspective. The painting is indeed beautiful and has a solid foundation, but it seems empty and does not touch me, and Tan's expressiveness It seems that Hua is far behind. "

"Don't wash it upstairs, look at the real hammer. [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] Look at Tan's original painting method, and then look at the painting method of this painting. If it is not a deliberate imitation, the painting style that a person has already formed , it is impossible to change so much!"

"My uncle, if it wasn't for Hua Yan's forcing, I'd live and eat the drawing board!" Mo Lan couldn't bear it anymore.

"Not necessarily him."

Hua Yan had a clue in his hands, no matter how unwilling he was, he would not dare to do this, it could only be that someone deliberately made a fuss about it.

And that person could only be Tan Mo.

Tan Mo is best at disgusting people, and now he is completely tearing his face, he is not normal if he doesn't toss.

He guessed right. As soon as he arrived in the classroom, Hua Yan came over hesitantly and explained that the incident on the school network had nothing to do with him.

Tan Xu didn't give him a look and walked around him.

Hua Yan blocked the way, and said pitifully: "Can you..."

"No." Tan Xu refused.

Hua Yan blushed, "Your family conditions are so good, there must be no shortage of such opportunities, I am different, I can only seize this opportunity, don't fight with me, okay?"

Tan Xu found it ridiculous, "Are you asking me to come forward and admit plagiarism, I am not qualified to take the first place, and No.1 will be given to you?"

Mo Lan became impatient, "What are you talking about with him, let's go."

Mo Lan pulled the person away and knocked Hua Yan who was blocking the way.

Tan Xu didn't know why Hua Yan was obsessed with No.1. He didn't understand until Lao Mao came after two classes.

It turns out that this homework was given by the painting master Jiang Yuanqing, and the works with the highest marks in each school will have the opportunity to be exhibited and sold at the art exhibition of Master Jiang Yuanqing.

It is almost the dream of all painting majors to make a name for themselves with the help of Master Jiang Yuanqing's fame. No wonder Hua Yan is so unwilling.

However, Tan Xu did not want such an opportunity.

He doesn't care if he is famous or not, what he cares about is that Yan Boheng cannot see this painting.

At that time, when he was emotional, he drew this painting out of nowhere, and regretted it after finishing the painting. Later, he put the painting away, hoping that no one would remember this painting again.

But he didn't expect that someone actually recorded the video and released the screenshots for comparison.

Tan Xu felt that he was only one painting away from dying in place.

Tan Xu was sweating profusely, his dizziness and fever became more severe, and amid all the envious eyes, he rejected Lao Mao.

"I don't want to exhibit."

Everyone, including Lao Mao, dropped their jaws in shock.

Card refused to exhibit at this cusp, it is not difficult to think, is Tan Xu guilty?He really copied Hua Yan, so he didn't dare, otherwise a fool would give up such a good opportunity.

Hua Yan lowered his eyes, he longed for it but couldn't get it, Tan Xu got it but didn't cherish it, this was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for him.

Mo Lan patted him, "Why don't you exhibit it? You have to put it on display in an upright manner, and let Master Jiang Yuanqing see if your painting is plagiarized, or someone deliberately touched the porcelain."

The classmates who were said to be the center of the matter were a little embarrassed.

Lao Mao understood.

"You don't have to worry about things on the school website. The school has already deleted the post. Plagiarism of paintings is not that simple. Not only me, but other teachers have also read it. If there is any suspicion of plagiarism, the school will not dare to let you take it. display."

What Lao Mao said was proof to Tan Xu.

Mo Lan jumped up and turned on the light brain, "Teacher, say it again, I want to record a voice to beat those brainless black people in the face."

Lao Mao laughed angrily, "What are you recording, don't interrupt."

Lao Mao is still trying to persuade Tan Xu, but no matter how Lao Mao persuades, Tan Xu only has one sentence: don't go, don't want to, don't participate.

If you insist on asking the reason, it is: lack of money, need to sell paintings.

It can also be sold when it is exhibited, but if it is sold at the art exhibition of Master Jiang Yuanqing, the style will be different immediately.

Tan Xu: No, I can't wait.

Tan Xu refused to enter, no one could persuade him, and he was determined not to exhibit.

Once the news of Tan Xu's refusal to participate in Master Jiang Yuanqing's painting exhibition got out, he received countless ridicules.

Hearing that he was going to sell paintings again, the sarcasm became even louder.

"I saw the painting. It took me an afternoon to draw it. It's not easy to draw. I paid 1 interstellar coin to buy it."

"Don't make trouble upstairs. You don't know how expensive ancient oil paints are. I'll pay for the paint and sell it to me."

"I will pay for the paint + canvas and sell it to me. This is already the highest price I can give."

Mo Lan opened the account and went up to tear it up, "I'll offer you 0.1 interstellar currency, so you guys shut up and don't spray shit, okay?"

Mo Lan tore and muttered, "Tan Xu, you have changed. If it was before, you would never be able to bear this tone, and would scold you back. Now you are so gentle, it's so unlike you."

Tan Xu: "..."

To be honest, he is not good at talking to people.

Just when the school net was tearing up and spraying each other, someone found Lao Mao and expressed his desire to buy Tan Xu's painting.

Lao Mao was heartbroken, but it was a pity that such a good painting could not be shown to make a face. At the same time, he was also happy for Tan Xu. Judging from the buyer's attire, he could see that he was a person of status, so he should give him a good price.

Lao Mao took the buyer to see Tan Xu.

Tan Xu was a little surprised when he heard about his intentions, "Do you want to buy paintings?"

The man smiled gently, "To be precise, my boss wants to buy paintings."

Tan Xu was vigilant: "Who is your boss?"

Man: "Bai Dongyuan, Mr. Bai."

Tan Xu turned on the optical brain on the spot and searched for Bai Dongyuan.

man:"……"

Fortunately, Bai Dongyuan is well-known as an entrepreneur. He grew up in the Imperial City. His biggest hobby is collecting various oil paintings, and he often goes to auction houses. There are many reports about this.

Tan Xu thought, this Bai Dongyuan probably didn't know Yan Boheng, he had never heard that Yan Boheng was interested in ancient oil paintings.

Tan Xu: "How much do you pay?"

The man smiled kindly, "It depends on your price tag."

Tan Xu is now in huge debt. He wanted to bid 80 interstellar coins, but he knew that the other party would definitely not buy it at this price. If he dared to buy a student's work at this price, Tan Xu would not dare to sell it.

Mo Lan winked frantically and secretly raised five fingers to him.

Tan Xu understood, "50 interstellar coins."

Lao Mao almost fell, which is too daring to ask for it.

The man laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm not disrespecting you, your painting is really not worth the price."

Tan Xu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he really came to buy the painting.

Tan Xu: "Then what price do you think is right?"

The man said politely: "You want me to make an offer, but since the boss likes a show, I can only offer 10."

When Tan Xu heard that it was 10 yuan, not 10 yuan, he thought it was okay, it was enough to pay back Ran Cheng, and enough to eat.

Tan Xu sold paintings on the spot, and the man transferred money on the spot.

Mo Lan: "Hurry up, send me a screenshot of the login, I want to slap my face."

Tan Xu had no choice but to send him a screenshot.

Mo Lan posted it confidently.

"Trolls, don't dream, the painting has been sold, 10 interstellar coins, the money for buying paint, you keep it for yourself."

Mo Lan doesn't care what kind of bomb she throws, she will retreat after throwing it.

After getting the money, Tan Xu immediately returned Rancheng's 8 yuan, leaving Bai Xingran and Mo Lan's money, he will think of a way.

"Boheng! You can't go!"

Feng Lingye risked his life to block the way to prevent Yan Boheng from going out.

Yan Boheng's eyes were red, the air was so cold that ice shards fell off, and the abyss-like aura was terrifying and frightening. The storm that had been suppressed for a long time finally erupted the moment he saw the painting.

He's going to find Tan Xu, now!immediately!Got to see him!

"A painting can't explain anything at all!" Feng Lingye gasped.

"He is Feng Yi, he is! I want to find him, don't stop me!"

The bone-chilling pheromone hit Feng Lingye.

Feng Lingye hastily released the pheromones to resist, but Yan Boheng's pheromones had mutated and could be materialized. They were very powerful, and Alphas of the same level were no match for him.

What's more, now, he has almost lost control, and the mutated pheromone is even more terrifying.

Feng Lingye took a few steps back, trying not to kneel down, his body covered in frost.

He was freezing.

Feng Lingye trembled and said:

"There is another possibility. Someone may have taken a picture of your back at that time. He may have seen the photo... He deliberately misunderstood you. Don't forget his face... He can think of it as a wind ripple , it’s not surprising to make such a painting again, don’t you know what kind of person he is?”

"impossible!"

Yan Boheng refused to believe this possibility.

Feng Lingye earnestly said, "Even if he is really Feng Yi, why didn't he recognize you when he came back? You had a lot of opportunities to recognize each other, but he didn't, which means that he doesn't want you to know who he is at all! He might blame you, Angry at you, hate you, you go to him so recklessly, what do you think he will do?"

"And Tan Shen, he obviously didn't know that Tan Xu might be related to Feng Yi. If you expose this matter, how would you make Tan Xu face Tan Shen? How would Tan Shen look at Feng Yi? Have you ever thought about this? "

Yan Boheng staggered back as if the breath he had held on had suddenly dissipated.

If, if Feng Yi really hated him, if he saw through his identity, he would only run away so far that he would never be found.

No, it can't be like this.

The ice and snow slowly melted, the lost sanity gradually returned, and Yan Boheng gradually calmed down.

He couldn't take it, losing him again.

This time, he must hold on firmly, no matter what, he will not let go.

Even if he doesn't want to, he won't let go.

Never let go!

Seeing that he finally regained his sanity, Feng Lingye continued: "As long as you encounter Feng Yi, you will always lose your thinking. From the perspective of a bystander, I still want to remind you that it is unlikely that he is Feng Yi. .”

"It's too contradictory for him to hide his identity while revealing his identity. It's too contradictory. He gave me the feeling that he deliberately let you find out about this. Only when you discover it yourself will you believe it. He is deliberately luring you into a trap. You must be rational. Don't Forget, the mastermind behind the murder of potted plants has not been found yet, this is likely to be a trap."

Yan Boheng had completely calmed down, "Do you think Tan Xu has that brain?"

Feng Lingye: "Even if he didn't, there might not be someone who instigated him."

Yan Boheng shook his head, Feng Lingye did not convince him.

Feng Lingye: "I'm very curious, why do you always think he is Feng Yi?"

Yan Boheng: "Feeling."

It's hard to describe that feeling.

He is obviously a complete stranger, but his eyes and demeanor all give you familiar signals, making you believe and dare not, doubt and believe, all kinds of contradictions and struggles, let him pay attention to him with anticipation, peel off cocoons, and verify himself guess.

Feng Lingye couldn't comprehend the specific feeling.

He didn't want to hide Yan Boheng, "According to Bai Dongyuan's assistant, Tan Xu was very cautious when selling paintings. He asked the buyer and checked Bai Dongyuan's identity on the spot. He asked for 50 yuan. When it reached 10, he sold it without even thinking about it. I know, this may make you suspect that he is Feng Yi, but his behavior is really strange."

Yan Boheng's polar desert-like eyes showed a warm color.

"Don't think about him too complicated. No matter before or now, he is only 19 years old. Lord Feng has only one child in his life, Fengyi, and he is an old man. He protects him too well. He is far less than you think. It's so complicated, he might just want to hide it, but he's running around everywhere, but he doesn't know it, and thinks he's hiding it well."

Feng Lingye: "..."

If he was really Feng Yi, he might not think so complicatedly.

If he wasn't Feng Yi, then such actions would have a lot of meaning.

Yan Boheng looked at the painting for a long time, and forcibly suppressed the urge to see Tan Xu.