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The two of them looked back and saw that it was Chen Gaofeng. He had just finished his third or fourth class. When he arrived here, it was the time when the most people were dining. The restaurant was full, but they saw a large area empty here. , came straight over with a full plate. Unexpectedly, they were all one of us, and couldn't help but smile.

"Who else, of course it's Fang Chen!" Wan Fangfang raised her chin, raised her eyes, and pointed out Fang Chen's direction.

Chen Gaofeng looked up in the direction indicated by Wan Fangfang and saw Fang Chen taking the dinner plate and going to get the meal.

"How can she be a standard aunt? Fang Chen is a talented woman!"

"Ugh, what a talented girl! Disgusting!" Wan Fangfang made a disgusting expression.

Yang Mingquan chuckled, "Teacher Chen is a down-to-earth person and knows how to look at people's strengths. Fang Chen can draw, so isn't she a talented girl!"

Wan Fangfang didn't know whether she was angry or had too much stuffed in her mouth. She puffed her cheeks and stared. After a while, he said bitterly: "I'm giving away these broken paintings but no one wants them! I know how to paint, you're just showing off and cheating!"

Yang Mingquan acted like a lady, but his eyes were shining with gossip, "There seems to be a story in your words, tell me."

"----So, she tried hard for a long time, but she still couldn't win over the big boss..." Wan Fangfang's small trumpet blared, and the people around him turned into rabbits in an instant, with a large set of ears without exception. They all stood up and listened intently, and some even forgot to eat.

After attending class for a long time, Chen Gaofeng was really a little hungry. Regardless of what they were saying, he shook off his big cheeks and took several big bites. Then he raised his head and said, "I didn't call this talented woman the name she was called. I heard it from some old gentlemen when I first came to the academy!"

Wan Fangfang looked at him unhappily, and Chen Gaofeng changed the subject, "Later, I went to attend her class specifically, and it was just a lecture, and I never saw her painting. In fact, I was also quite surprised, why those Does the old gentleman appreciate her so much?"

The surrounding rabbit spirits who were eavesdropping attentively all had thoughtful expressions at this time.

Wan Fangfang was a little confused.

Why did Chen Gaofeng's style of speaking change?

In the past, he always said, "I have specifically conducted surveys among students, and some students reported that Fang Chen would sometimes let them draw instead of giving lectures."

What he said this time was completely different from what he said before!

Wan Fangfang's eyes turned left and right, suddenly enlightened.

In the past, Chen Gaofeng's purpose was to emphasize that Fang Chen did not teach seriously, but this time the attack point was to emphasize that Fang Chen could not draw.

Wan Fangfang suddenly opened her mouth after enlightenment.

From Chen Gaofeng's point of view, what he told was the truth and he did not lie at all.

It's exactly what he said. Now he really doubted it, and was almost certain: Fang Chen couldn't draw.

He liked painting very much when he was in school, but he was unable to learn it unconditionally. When he first graduated here, the department head at the time was Wei Xiuyun. When he saw that the hobby column in his resume was painting, he said, "Okay, we are in need of art teachers here. Work hard!" Chen Gaofeng decided that Wei Xiuyun wanted him to teach art. For this reason, a questionnaire survey was specially conducted among students to investigate their opinions on the art classes taught by Fang Chen at that time.

As a result, everyone agreed, but only one student wrote on the questionnaire, "The teacher sometimes doesn't teach, so he lets us draw." Chen Gaofeng seized this sentence and publicized it, saying that Fang Chen did not teach seriously, which led to repeated teaching inspections of Fang Chen in the college from the academic affairs department to the department and major. Fang Chen was so frightened that he had to change his fine art classes into art theory classes during that period.

Therefore, when Chen Gaofeng went to attend her class later, she just lectured. Chen Gaofeng attended her two classes. Once she talked about composition issues, and once she talked about painting style issues. There was indeed no drawing in both classes!

Chen Gaofeng and the others talked cheerfully, and there was a middle-aged female teacher next to them who became more and more excited as she listened.

Fang Chen's third and fourth periods were labor classes. He had just finished class and came directly from the nursery. In order not to delay her meal, she did not go back to change clothes and came to the cafeteria wearing overalls.

After taking the meal, I looked around and saw that it was crowded. There was only one place where there were obviously a few empty seats, so I walked over with my plate in hand.

When he was still a few steps away, several unkind glances shot towards his face like flying arrows.

After a slight hesitation, a few people happened to walk away not far ahead and made room. Fang Chen walked over, turned around and put down the dinner plate. With his back turned to those unkind eyes, he put his hands on his knees and sat down with some difficulty. A pain hit him internally, and he couldn't help but frown. I wonder why this degenerative bone hyperplasia seems to be getting worse during this period?

There was sarcastic laughter from behind, "Look, isn't this a standard aunt?"

"Not a standard aunt, but...a standard old aunt!" The word "old" was emphasized very strongly.

"whee……"

"Ha ha……"

"hey-hey……"