Super cow pen system

grandson?Pregnant before marriage?
These words from the mouth of the middle-aged man are simply not ordinary viciousness.

The annoyed Elder Tang immediately coughed, and Fang Hao frowned deeply.

One must know that Mr. Tang is not only the vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts, but also a well-known painting master in the Binjiang art circle. How dare the dean talk to Mr. Tang like that.

Elder Tang seemed to have seen the doubt in Fang Hao's eyes and immediately said: "His name is Sun Hong, he is the dean's nephew, he has pursued Lulu before, but..."

"As a result, love turned into hate, and you jump around like an idiot here?" Fang Hao laughed.

"You...what are you talking about me?" Sun Hong shouted angrily.

"I said you are stupid, and your ears are not good? What an idiot!" Fang Hao shrugged helplessly.

When Sun Hong heard this, his original anger became even more furious, and he immediately shouted: "You little bastard, how dare you say that about me? Let me tell you, you don't want to enter the classroom today with me here, and I still want to..."

Bah!
There was a loud noise, and Fang Hao directly punched an electric box next to him, and then pulled out a handful of wires with his bare hands, and said with a bright smile, "What did you just say?"

say what?What a fart!

Looking at this scene, Sun Hong was so stupid that he couldn't speak.

Just looking straight at the wire in Fang Hao's hand, trembling.

Elder Tang was also taken aback by Fang Hao's sudden move.

However, Fang Hao pulled Tang Lao with a smile and said, "Brother Tang, don't you mind if you accidentally broke something in the school in a moment of excitement?"

"Hehe, it's okay, it should be changed anyway!"

Elder Tang can be regarded as an old man, so he immediately smiled.

Fang Hao nodded slightly after hearing this, then looked at Sun Hong and asked, "Then do you mind?"

"Me? Don't mind, don't mind!" Sun Hong hurriedly shook his head desperately.

"Well, that's nice!"

Fang Hao touched Sun Hong's head with a smile, and then walked slowly to the classroom with Mr. Tang...

Soon, the two arrived at the door of the classroom. At this time, because of Fang Hao's outstanding performance in the last art exhibition, the classroom was already full of students, and of course there were many teachers.

Seeing this, Elder Tang smiled and said, "I won't accompany you in. After class, go to my brother's house and have a good drink!"

"Okay, Brother Tang, don't worry!"

With that said, Fang Hao stepped into the classroom one step at a time.

"Here we come! My idol!"

"So young? Does he really know how to draw with hidden strokes? Or are you bragging?"

"So handsome, so handsome! He's good at painting, and he's also handsome. He's the ideal male god in my mind!"

"Hmph! At first glance, he looks like a guy who has earned his reputation. I will expose him later and make him look bad!"

As Fang Hao walked towards the podium, the students of the Academy of Fine Arts below immediately began to discuss, but the good and the bad of the discussion stood aside.

After all, the last time Fang Hao used the hidden brush painting method, only some people saw it, but the vast majority of people, like those teachers, did not believe that Fang Hao was so young and could have such high painting attainments.

Sure enough, before Fang Hao could speak, a boy stood up and asked, "Are you the teacher who taught us instead of Professor He?"

"Not bad, what's the matter?" Fang Hao smiled.

"It's nothing, I heard that you know how to draw with hidden strokes, show us your skills! You know, not all cats and dogs can be teachers in our Academy of Fine Arts! Let's all say it is right! Haha!" The boy said with a smile.

In an instant, more than half of the students in the classroom laughed along with the boy.Although some students who had seen Fang Hao's strength started to protest, they were soon overwhelmed by laughter.

Seeing this, the teachers sitting at the back not only failed to stop this bad classroom discipline, but instead stood on the sidelines with their arms folded, as if they were watching Fang Hao's joke.

"can!"

Amidst the laughter, a voice suddenly reached everyone's ears clearly, making them stop smiling.

Seeing this, the boy seemed a bit unwilling to ask: "Yes? So you want to paint on the spot? Hehe, it seems that you really don't want to die until the Yellow River. Well, we happen to have canvases and pens and ink..."

"No need! You can just draw casually. Hidden brushwork is not a very high skill!" Fang Hao said, without waiting for the boy to speak, he immediately picked up the chalk box beside him, and turned to look at the blackboard. .

"Damn it! Does he want to draw chalk drawings?"

"Isn't it? You can also use the hidden brush method to draw with chalk?"

"Hehe! I think he is just pretending to be aggressive. Chalk has many limitations in both color and painting. What can he paint differently?"

Those students all looked at Fang Hao in puzzlement or sarcasm.

Because as one of them said, there are not many colors of chalk, and the resolution is not high. The most important thing is that the chalk drawing is completely different from the canvas in the outline of the lines.

It can be said that it is undoubtedly very difficult to draw with chalk and draw the skills of painting on canvas!

But as soon as everyone finished speaking, they saw that Fang Hao had stopped the chalk in his hand, moved away slowly, and finished the painting in just a short moment!

"This... this is me?" The boy who spoke before was immediately surprised, but then he smiled sarcastically: "Teacher, what do you mean? You painted me to humiliate me? But your painting looks very ordinary to me." Well! Where is the hidden brush painting method you mentioned?"

"Don't worry!"

Fang Hao smiled and waved lightly at the blackboard.

In an instant, everyone's jaws fell to the ground, because the boy's original pants on the blackboard turned into a bare butt because of Fang Hao's wave of his hand, and there was this red five-fingerprint on the butt.

It looked like he had been slapped by Fang Hao.

"You...I..." The boy was about to start scolding in a panic.

But at this time Fang Hao sneered and said: "The teacher interrupted before he entered the classroom! During class, he didn't raise his hand when he talked casually! He doesn't have much ability, but he is good at laughing at others! Get out now, even if Otherwise, this slap is not on the painting, but on you!"

"How dare you fucking threaten me? If you have the ability, try to touch me?"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he saw Fang Hao stepping directly in front of him, picking him up like he was catching a chicken, and throwing him out of the classroom.

When throwing it, Fang Hao didn't forget to slap him on the buttocks, and the boy who hit him immediately hit the wall outside the classroom door with his head screaming, and passed out.

"Hehe, everyone heard it, he asked me to try it!"

Fang Hao smiled slightly, then glanced at the other students in the classroom and asked, "Are there any questions? If not, then let's start the class!"