less expensive than me

Zhuang Yu took out a brand-new notebook. He was very patient, freed his thoughts, and copied the contents of the notebook stroke by stroke. His handwriting was similar to that of Fu Shiji. In the beginning, Zhuang Yu used Fu Shiji's calligraphy as a copybook to practice. .

But he will never be able to write with the sharpness of Fu Shiji, and the font is a little delicate and immature.

On the second day, when returning the notes to the students at the front desk, Zhuang Yu gave him a set of out-of-print figures. Zhuang Yu often heard the students at the front desk and the students around him talk about this thing, so he ordered someone to collect the set. Although Zhuang Yu thought it was not very expensive, the classmate at the front desk shied away for a long time before accepting this set of figurines, which was worth his father's salary for a whole year, and took out a lot of study materials he had kept at the bottom of the box to give to Zhuang Yu .

Zhuang Yu put his mind on his studies, and the first person who found out was Lie Er.

Because Zhuang Yu no longer arrives late and leaves early, Lieer picks up Zhuang Yu every day. Recently, Zhuang Yu got up at 06:30 and arrived at school at [-] o'clock for morning self-study.

He reported this matter to Master Fu, and Master Fu told him to just keep an eye on Zhuang Yu and not let him out of sight, return to the other courtyard before dark at night, and let Zhuang Yu have fun with the rest.

After more than half a year, although Zhuang Yu's grades are at the bottom of the class, they have increased by more than 100 points. With his painting grades, he may be admitted to a university if he works harder. Of course, it cannot be a university in this city. A low-level school in a very remote place.

Zhuang Yu saw the name of the school in the handbook, it was printed in a very corner without much introduction, but Zhuang Yu read it for a long time, and even folded a corner at the page number.

After school, Zhuang Yu held the tablet and made a video call with Fu Shiji on the other side of the screen.

"I passed the exam today."

"Well, it's amazing. What gift do you want, baby?" Fu Shiji was still working on his work, and made eye contact with Zhuang Yu during the break.

Zhuang Yu curled his lips and said: "I don't want anything, but I finally passed the exam, you can't sign for me yet."

The school has very strict regulations. After the exam, parents are required to sign the report card. When Zhuang Yu got a low score in the exam, he would write it by himself.

"Then ask Xu Fang to fly back tonight, bring me the report card, and sign it for you, okay?"

"Okay, but it will be handed in on Monday the day after tomorrow."

"There is enough time to send it back tomorrow afternoon."

Zhuang Yu and Fu Shiji went back and forth, and Xu Anxin was terrified when he heard it. The super-heavy workload during this period of time made him not even have time to enjoy a cup of coffee quietly. God knows how long he didn't sleep until he woke up naturally. Yes, in the past his dream was to make money, countless money, and now the salary paid by Master Fu is enough to spend in his next life, but he is afraid that he will have no life to bear it.

"Forget it, it's boring." Zhuang Yu said flatly, "It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal, as long as you like it. But you've lost some weight, didn't you eat well?"

Fu Shiji took the time to go back to the other courtyard, and when he hugged Zhuang Yu, he found that he was getting lighter and lighter, which was unhealthy.

Only when Fu Shiji dined with him, did Zhuang Yu obediently eat a bowl of rice, but after leaving, the servants always reported to him that Zhuang Yu only ate a piece of pastry and went back to his room. Yes, but Zhuang Yu just refused to open his mouth.

"I don't have an appetite, I can feel better just looking at you."

"I have learned to use me as an excuse. Next time I go back, if you lose weight again, I will take you by my side and watch you eat every day."

"I don't want it, it's annoying."

Zhuang Yu held his cheeks, lying on the bed, and chatted with Fu Shiji about many small things. Fu Shiji echoed from time to time, coaxing Zhuang Yu's half side of the bed to sleep, and he was not willing to turn off the video.

Fu Shiji picked up the tea brought by his servant and continued to check the latest acquisition information.

Xu Fang's computer received an email, and after seeing the contents, he happily said to Fu Shiji, "Master Fu, it's done. Half of the people have signed the letter of intent. I guess the old man won't make things difficult for you."

Fu Shiji was not as happy as Xu Fang. He frowned and said, "It's only half? It's not enough. Keep pressing. Fu Zheng should watch carefully. Don't give him a chance to get close to Zhuang Yu."

Hearing Fu Shiji's order, Xu Fang calmed down, sighed secretly that he was still too impetuous, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Fu Zheng is currently in country J, and he won't be returning to China in a short time. Don't worry, Master Fu. enough to hold him back for a while."

Everyone knows the existence of Zhuang Yu, but only Fu Zheng is the Fu family who has really come into contact with Zhuang Yu, and he is also aware of Zhuang Yu's position in Fu Shiji's heart. At the beginning, he just teased Zhuang Yu, and then he was injured. Hospital for half a month.

According to Fu Zheng's cunning character, if he was so beaten that he couldn't stand up, if he put all his eggs in one basket, he would probably play Zhuang Yu's idea.

Fu Shiji looked at the screen and saw that Zhuang Yu seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, so he wanted to go back to Zhuang Yu's side with distress and hold him in his arms.

"Go and check flight reservations."

"Huh?" Xu Fang was stunned for a moment, looked up at Master Fu's expression, and immediately understood the reason, persuading: "Master Fu, there will be a meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow, you..." You won't be able to come back.

"never mind."

Fu Shiji touched Zhuang Yu's cheek through the screen reluctantly, and said to Xu Fang, "You can go to rest, and also, find someone to go back and get back Zhuang Yu's exam paper." Fu Shi Ji still wants to sign his name on Zhuang Yu's report card.

"Okay, Master Fu."

Xu Fang closed the door softly, and sighed outside the door. He has never been in love, and he doesn't know the feeling of missing someone

But as a bystander, he can see most clearly that the relationship between Master Fu and Young Master Zhuang is not a simple love relationship, but a mess of hemp rope that has been twisted together.

school, studio.

The tall and slender teacher Meng said loudly: "The weather is very good today, and the outdoor sketching class is scheduled at the Huxin Pavilion. Of course, students who want to study by themselves can also stay in the classroom. We respect that every student has their own learning style. Students outside, please raise your hand."

"I me me!"

"I haven't sketched for a long time, I'm going."

"Why don't you raise your hand, don't you love going outside to play?"

"Forget it, I'll practice the basics again, I can't calm down when I go outside..."

Zhuang Yu sat in the last row by the window, casting shadows on the still lifes he painted. He never participated in outdoor sketching, and returned to his private studio after class, but the outside was very suitable for a walk. He hesitated, Zhuang Yu hands up.

Teacher Meng was a little surprised to see Zhuang Yu's initiative, and nodded to Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu lowered his arms and continued to finish the painting.

"You should talk to your classmates more, don't be bored by yourself." Teacher Meng walked behind the student team, side by side with Zhuang Yu, and said softly.

She has taught many students with very different personalities, but she has the deepest impression on Zhuang Yu. This child has his own ideas. Although he is not particularly spiritual in painting, and he has not been in contact with painting for a long time, he is extremely focused and has very good basic skills. is solid.

"I know, thank you teacher." Zhuang Yu said in a low voice. He and Teacher Meng had never chatted in such a private way in the study.

Teacher Meng continued to ask: "Which university do you want to apply for? Oh, if you don't want to say, you don't have to answer. It's just that I have more experience than you, so maybe I can give you some advice."

"It can be said." Zhuang Yu lightly shook his head and said, "It's the art major of Jingshi College.

"This school?" Teacher Meng frowned, recalling it for a while, but she didn't have the impression that the children she taught had never been tested in this place.

Zhuang Yu chuckled and said, "It's a school in a small city."

Teacher Meng suggested: "You can work hard. Even if you can't stay in this city, it is a good choice to go to nearby areas. Small cities will be inconvenient."

"No, I think it's very good there," Zhuang Yu lowered his eyes, "I can pass the exam with my grades."

Teacher Meng saw that Zhuang Yu's mind was complicated, so he stopped talking.

After arriving at the Huxin Pavilion, the students scattered around looking for a suitable place to start sketching freely. Zhuang Yu found a place with shade and set up his painting tools, but before he could choose the angle of the scene, he was interrupted by two girls .

"Hey handsome guy, can you draw a small portrait of me and my friend?"

The short-haired girl didn't see Zhuang Yu's appearance, but saw him setting up the drawing board and said casually.

But when Zhuang Yu turned around, the girl exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, so handsome."

"You are still a student, my sister treats you to milk tea, and the handsome guy will draw for us!" The long-haired girl on the side continued.

Zhuang Yu said coldly, "I'm sketching, not setting up a stall."

"Ah, what are you doing so coldly, you should do us a favor."

"I beg."

Zhuang Yu turned around and ignored the two girls, but they stayed aside and didn't leave. Being stared at while painting, Zhuang Yu felt very uncomfortable, and finally, Zhuang Yu was defeated.

"My drawing skills are average."

Seeing him let go, it doesn't matter if the two talk together.

"You can leave after painting, right?" Zhuang Yu found that the girl seemed more difficult to deal with than Fu Shiji.

The two nodded in unison.

Zhuang Yu had no choice but to start painting for the two girls. Perhaps Fu Shiji had been painting for a long time, but Zhuang Yu was quite good at drawing figures, and he completed the small portrait of the two girls in half an hour.

The two were very satisfied when they saw the finished paintings of Zhuang Yu, and they showed all their characteristics vividly. In the end, they not only bought milk tea for Zhuang Yu, but also insisted on transferring money to Zhuang Yu.

Finally, looking at the 100 yuan in the transfer record, Zhuang Yu felt helpless.

"Yo, how did you get to this point? What a coincidence, young master Zhuang, it took too much time to find you." The man dressed as the young master led two burly bodyguards to Zhuang Yu, and looked at him carefully. Said: "It's really good looking, but I just don't know what's good or bad."

Zhuang Yu looked at the man vigilantly, and looked into the distance, but he didn't see Lie Er's figure, and regretted ordering him to stay away from him just now.

"Don't look for him, I just want to say a few words to you, please."

Zhuang Yu was unmoved, and said in a cold tone, "Who are you?"

"The Sun family, Sun Chengye." His attitude was extremely arrogant, and he said sadly, "The Fu family has repeatedly shelved my sister's marriage because of you. I want to see what you can do!"