When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

This little bastard, pretending to be a fan, didn't do his homework well, so I'm asking you if you're embarrassed in this situation!

Jiang Shui's brain buzzed, and he also poked his head to look.

He took the photo and stared carefully at the person opposite him.

"Okay, it seems that it is not, aha, hahaha."

At this moment, the little boy secretly scolded his mother in his heart.

The world is a lesson, just to prevent mistakes, he saved all these photos in Ji Chen Xingxing Chaohua.

I'm afraid that I saved the wrong person in the square.

Now it seems that there is not necessarily true love in Chaohua. Why are these fake fans posting other people's photos in their own Chaohua?

There was a smirk on his face: "I read it wrong, I read it wrong, these few are not, these are some others asked me to bring him, when they were printed out, the store got them mixed up, and I also forgot this one. It's a matter of stubble, you can look at the sign."

Ji Chen tapped on the photos on the table with his pen cap, and asked, "Are these more than 100?"

Jiang Shui glanced at Fu Yu's expression, and retracted half of his hands.

"No, no, how can it be? Just for this, Mr. Ji, you don't know how popular you are in our class. Everyone knows that Master knows you and asks me to bring your autograph."

Fu Yu laughed mockingly, and kicked Jiang Shui's ass.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Brother Shen. Go back to your room and mourn for yourself. If you can't answer the questions later, be careful, I'll make your ass bloom."

Jiang Shui naturally didn't dare to say anything, and entered the room following the strength on his buttocks.

Fu Yu took off his coat and put his phone on the table.

"Kid, don't be as knowledgeable as him, just sign, I'm going to cook."

Ji Chen looked at him deeply, Fu Yu blinked and replied.

Ji Chen didn't speak, but lowered his head to sign.

Fu Yu also went into the kitchen to prepare.

50 signatures are nothing to Ji Chen.

He knew what the boy was thinking, but he just didn't care much.

Close the pen cap.

The tip of the nose actually smelled a fragrance.

Looking sideways, Fu Yu was busy in the kitchen.

There was a little panic between the movements, and the expression on his face was not pretty.

But the scent is real.

Glancing at the mobile phone on the table, a trace of doubt flashed in Ji Chen's eyes.

An hour and a half later, Ji Chen re-watched his expectations for this program on the Internet, and Fu Yu came out of the kitchen with a plate.

Ji Chen went into the kitchen to help serve the meal, his eyes glanced at the few dishes he made, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Fu Yu cooked five dishes, which were quite homely, and none of the dishes were too complicated.

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, mapo tofu, fried pork, garlic enoki mushroom, ground three delicacies.

The plate was put on the table, and the meal was served after calling out the river water.

Ji Chen took a sip, and it tasted really good.

Under Yu Yu's enthusiastic eyes, Ji Chen nodded.

A smug smile appeared on Fu Yu's face immediately, and he put his hands on his hips: "I told you, don't worry about this, I'm sure I can do it well, believe it now."

Ji Chen nodded slightly: "It's good to be able to perform at this level then."

Anyway, I don't have much talent in this area, it's good if the other party can make something that can be imported.

Jiang Shui gave Fu Yu a flattering smile. Seeing that Fu Yu smiled, he felt relieved, and then lowered his head to eat.

Ji Chen could see the interaction between the two.

But in his heart, he wondered what Fu Yu had done to this kid, why it was like a mouse seeing a cat.

Look at how frightened the child is, and I don't know what knowledge he will be asked in a while.

After eating, I packed up the dishes and threw them all in the dishwasher.

Fu Yu and Jiang Shui sat down in the living room.

Out of curiosity, Ji Chen became a bystander.

Jiang Shui rubbed his hands, "Master, the schoolwork is heavy recently, and there are a lot of homework. There is not enough time. Please be merciful."

Fu Yu nodded: "I know that. In the second year of high school, it's time to focus on grades. After studying during the day, you can play games at night to relax your nerves. It's not very important to me anyway, and it doesn't matter."

Jiang Shui suddenly didn't dare to speak.

Xin said how could he be so forgetful? During school, he often brought his master to the top.

Fu Yu entered the room and came out with a stack of yellow talisman papers and other things.

He put things on the table.

"Here are ten cards. If you draw a safe talisman, you will pass the level."

Jiang Shui was dumbfounded after just one glance.

He knew that what Fu Yu asked him to paint must not be the kind of real effect that Fu Yu painted.

But even the useless ones, he had never successfully drawn them before.

To draw a talisman requires concentration and infusion of spiritual power, one stroke must not be wrong, and it must be completed in one go.

When he painted before, he either forgot the steps or was mentally ill. He often gave up halfway through the painting.

Just give him ten chances to draw it this time, how is this possible!

Seeing Fu Yu's serious face, Jiang Shui had no choice but to raise his pen.

Opening the small jar beside it, there is already ground cinnabar pigment in it.

Jiang Shui dipped his brush lightly, his eyes fell on the talisman paper, and his expression suddenly became serious and solemn.

The peace talisman was the first paper talisman he came into contact with.

Those strokes were engraved on his heart, although he was not to the point of recitation, but it was not bad.

Putting pen down, pausing pen, hooking and turning, turning and turning, lifting and falling.

With just a few simple strokes, less than 1/4 of the place has been painted, and the river water has been used for 5 minutes.

It was the first time for Ji Chen to see someone draw a talisman on the spot. It was very fresh, and he had been watching him with great interest.

Fu Yu sat on the side, eating melon seeds with a "gaba gaba", his expression was so leisurely that even Ji Chen felt that he deserved a beating.

Jiang Shui concentrated his attention, his wrist was extremely stiff, and the next stroke was obviously drawn diagonally downward, but the more he tried, the more mistakes he made, and he dropped a centimeter abruptly.

There is nothing wrong with painting this kind of thing. Jiang Shui Kung Fu did not come, there was no accident, and the first chance ended in failure.

He was a little frustrated, and shook his stiff arm with the other pen.

After resting for a few minutes, I picked up another one and redrawn it.

As for the useless painting, he threw it aside.

Ji Chen picked it up and looked at it twice.

He got up and went back to the bedroom to compare the few pictures that Fu Yu had stuffed for himself a few days ago.

Before Ji Chenguang looked at the talisman that Fu Yu gave him, he only felt that it looked like a ghostly talisman, and ordinary people could not understand each stroke.

Now compared with what Jiang Shui painted, I can feel the subtlety of Fu Yu's paintings.

The brushwork is smooth, the lines are soft and beautiful, full of strength between horizontal and vertical.

Compared with Jiang Shui's half-finished product that was concentrated but made mistakes.

To use a little analogy, one is the work of a master who has been immersed in the calligraphy world for many years, and the other is a copybook for a freshman who has just learned brush calligraphy for a few days.