On the Routine of President Wen

"Welcome to "The President Doesn't Divorce" in the system world. 』

They all say, "If you have a big head and a big head, you don't have to worry about raining. Others have umbrellas, but I have a big head." But the problem is, what's the use of a big head if it doesn't rain?

A studio of a famous academy of fine arts.

Sitting in the back corner of the studio, Fu Yihuan stared at the blank canvas in front of him, lowered his head to look at the paints placed beside him, and stretched his neck to look at the canvases of other students. He felt his head was too big.

As a handicapped star, Fu Yihuan never imagined that there would be a day when he would be forced to draw. God knows he is a person who can only cover translucent white paper on the comic book and draw with a pencil. Let him paint. , It’s okay to use paint directly without a pencil for drafting, but it must be done as you like, and you won’t even be given a model?

I thought that Mr. Rabbit had already prepared everything for him, and he would be able to create a masterpiece with a brush.After all, that's how the character design is. Just kidding, a high-achieving student from a famous academy of fine arts, how can he be worthy of the word "high-achieving student" if he doesn't have two brushes.

Fu Yihuan was even ready to become famous in one fell swoop and receive the attention of the public.

As a result, Mr. Rabbit told him:

"Ahem, you also know that there is a bug in the system, it's normal if there's a wind or something. 』

"SO?"

『SO, your painting skills failed to activate. 』

"then?"

"So, just look at the painting and play to your heart's content. 』

"...Have you seen the chicken pecking rice picture?"

Half an hour later, Fu Yihuan's head became even bigger as he watched the other students' paintings taking shape one after another. However, the sky outside the window was clear and there was no sign of rain.

It was almost time for get out of class to end, Fu Yihuan finally picked up the paintbrush, after thinking hard, forget it, thinking about it was useless, he couldn't draw what he thought in his heart.

After struggling for a while, Fu Yihuan dipped some gold, circled a big circle in the middle of the canvas, occupied a third of the entire canvas, and filled it.

Then, Fu Yihuan changed to the largest paintbrush, dipped it in black, and painted all the blank areas of the canvas with black, and then, there was nothing left.

"Where is the promised chicken pecking rice map?" 』

"It's too difficult, the concubine can't do it~"

"Then what is this thing?Shining in the night, mooncakes? 』

Fu Yihuan was about to correct Mr. Rabbit when he heard an exclamation in his ear: "I've lived most of my life, and I've never seen a painting like this. You...you actually..."

Turning his head, he saw the dean with a white beard and a light gray Tang suit. Fu Yihuan looked at his clenched cheeks, his wide eyes staring at his canvas, and his trembling fingers Holding his hand, feeling helpless in his heart, this is all right, the vest of "a top student of a famous academy of fine arts" is about to be dropped.

The next moment, the dean's words from his clenched lips made Fu Yihuan petrified: "Wonderful! Even in the dark, you must be radiant. Since ancient times, the moon has been transformed into melancholy and lovesickness by so many literati. , but the moon in this painting has neither melancholy nor lovesickness. It is rebellious and self-contained. It does not go with the world and is not stained with ink because of being in a troubled world. It is unique and amazing... "

The dean's witty and long story boasted instantly attracted the attention of the whole class, and Fu Yihuan's canvas was instantly crowded with people.

People who see this painting, without exception, are full of praise. The paint is evenly painted, the outline is clear, the lines are smooth, the composition is full, the colors are bright, and the contrast is strong. Fu Yihuan is full of praise. I was stunned for a moment.

"Oh? You are the talented painter Fu Yihuan, right?" The dean finally turned his gaze from the canvas to Fu Yihuan's face, and nodded with satisfaction, "No wonder, no wonder, such a stunning painting can be created in such a short class. Amazing paintings, fearsome future generations, you have a bright future!"

Fu Yihuan still didn't come back to his senses, he glanced at the dean blankly, glanced around at the students with all kinds of surprised expressions on their faces, and finally looked at the canvas in front of him, and suddenly understood, feelings don't matter what he paints or how he paints If so, it will become a masterpiece and be passed down forever!

"Your painting, do you have a name? The international competition 'ART' will start in half a month. I hope you can take it to country J to participate in the competition. This is the only place for you." Dean He said to Fu Yihuan with a kind smile.

"My day." Fu Yihuan just said two words, the dean gave a sudden pause, covered his chest with his hands, and was about to slip and fall to the ground, but he was caught in time by someone with sharp eyesight and hands, and then was hurriedly helped to a chair aside Sitting up, took a few breaths, calmed down, and said:

"The old man's eyesight is clumsy, and he mistook the sun for the moon. The only thing left alone in the world is the sun. It's amazing, it's amazing! Xiao Qi, tomorrow, I will frame this painting and hang up my 'Pentium' In this position, let the whole school see what kind of courage it will be to call itself the sun!"

Xiao Qi is Fu Yihuan's teacher in this class. Hearing the dean's words, he nodded repeatedly, and then hurriedly sent the dean who was panting again to the hospital.

The next day, Fu Yihuan's paintings were framed and hung in the middle of the exhibition hall on the first floor of the college, where the dean's paintings used to hang.

Looking at the pitch-black background, the huge yellow "sun" that dazzles the eye, and the "my day" pasted on the frame, Fu Yihuan felt, what a fucking shame!

But from time to time, someone came up to him: "Da Chu, can you sign me?" "Can you take a photo with me?" "I beg you to give me some pointers on my painting, okay?" "I'll pay 300 million yuan." , would you please draw a picture of my office?"

When a large number of reporters surrounded Fu Yihuan with cameras and microphones, Fu Yihuan said that the feeling of being in the spotlight was actually quite cool.

God knows, how much Fu Yihuan wanted to take the microphone and talk about his flash of great creative inspiration.

However, as a high-achieving art student, Fu Yihuan chose to be a bit aggressive. He glanced at everyone with a blank expression, and said lightly: "I have nothing to say."

This glance was accurately captured by a classmate who joined in the fun.On the same day, Fu Yihuan made headlines on major websites, newspapers, and news:

"A high-achieving student from a famous academy of fine arts looked down on all sentient beings and said such words..."

"A few words can't be enough to talk about the thoughts of a master"

"Don't talk but do it. Geniuses don't practice talking. What are you still pushing?"

"Flower of Gaoling, Great Creator"

"On how divine works are made"

......

When he saw his own photo on the huge electronic screen in the street, Fu Yihuan froze and murmured: "This, is it me?"

"It's you, it's you, it's you!"Our talented painter, Fu Yihuan! 』(Please substitute the ending song of "Legend of Nezha" for yourself)

After getting an affirmative answer, Fu Yihuan's eyes widened, he took out his mobile phone and browsed various websites, and found that he was indeed famous. The key point was that this photo was taken with a stunning, delicate face, indifferent eyes, indifferent The melancholy, the whole little prince of the art world!

Fu Yihuan would never have imagined that one day he would be able to see the word "temperament" on his face.

"Fu Yihuan, a well-known talented painter and the illegitimate son of Fu Sheng, a top-notch business owner, has been included in the family tree and grew up in Fu's family, but he is unpopular everywhere. He has an elite brother Fu Ke and a scheming younger sister Fu Yaya. 』

As soon as he stepped into the door of Fu's house, he heard a cold snort: "Hey, isn't this the second brother Fu, who was a talented painter that day? I came back quite early today. Why, did you come home to find inspiration?"

Fu Yihuan turned his head and looked in the direction of the stairs, where a long-haired woman in a light blue silk dress was standing.

"Fu Yaya, born one month later than you, is also a student of a famous academy of fine arts, but only a member of an ordinary class.Deeply loved by his parents and Fu Ke, he was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. He is unruly and self-willed inside, but he has a gentle and kind fake face outside. He is jealous of your talent, hates your status as an illegitimate child, and wants to destroy you. 』

This is Fu Yaya?

Fu Yihuan tilted his head and looked her up and down without hesitation. This woman, who was clearly a half-brother and sister with him, had been given an appearance very similar to his by the system. Fu Yihuan was originally a womanizer. Fu Yaya stood next to each other, apart from their bodies, there was only one biggest difference between them, the color of their eyes.

Fu Yihuan's eyes are the light brown that comes with the system, while Fu Yaya's is ordinary black. Compared with Fu Yihuan, the latter has a less melancholy artistic temperament.

However, Fu Yaya's most annoying thing about Fu Yihuan is not the imitation face made by the system, but her name. He remembers this name very clearly. In the last chapter, it was said through Fu Ke's mouth. Luo Heng.

When he saw Fu Yaya, Fu Yihuan completely understood that what she was doing was an extremely old routine - a substitute.

You don't need to think about it, it must be Fu Ke, who is old and cunning at a young age, noticed that Luo Heng had left a deep impression on Fu Yihuan, and when Luo Heng asked him about Fu Yihuan's name, this cunning guy immediately pushed his own sister away. After going out, the key was that Fu Yihuan was wearing a dress at the time, so it would be a ghost if he could not be recognized as wrong!

Fu Yihuan was very upset when he thought that all the things he did were put under Fu Yaya's name. He even felt disgusted when he heard Fu Yaya's character design, so he didn't bother to be hypocritical with her, and glanced at her with disdain , Said lightly: "Inspiration is something I have at any time, unlike some people, I probably won't find it in this life."

Fu Yaya was poked at the sore spot, she jumped up violently, rushed in front of Fu Yihuan, raised the water glass in her hand and wanted to splash it on his face, but Fu Yihuan was quick-eyed, and lifted her hand, the water in the glass splashed on herself instead. face.

Looking at Fu Yaya, whose face was covered with water, eyes wide open and full of astonishment, Fu Yihuan said coolly, "Sister, hold your hand steady, it's not good, don't you think?"

"You..." Fu Yaya uttered such a word, but in the blink of an eye, she suddenly changed into a pitiful and aggrieved look, coupled with the dripping water, I really felt pity, "Second brother, I will Careful..."

Fu Yihuan was wondering, but was pulled away by someone. The visitor glared at Fu Yihuan, and asked sharply, "As a brother, how can you treat your sister like this?!"

『Luo Heng, the next successor to the president of the Luo Group, met Fu Ke because of the incident 12 years ago. He mistakenly thought that Fu Yaya was the one who saved his life. He regarded her as his future wife and misplaced all his love on her. On his body, he has not yet expressed his feelings to her. 』

"Yihuan, I'm sorry." Fu Ke said to Fu Yihuan while wiping Fu Yaya's water stains with a paper towel.

"Fu Ke, the son of Fu's parents, is smart and capable, has extraordinary knowledge, has a good way of dealing with people, dotes on his younger sister, and treats Fu Yihuan with a lukewarm elder brother's attitude. In fact, he is disgusted. He deliberately approaches Luo Heng and introduces Fu Yaya to him. He attempted to get married to bring the two families closer. 』

Fu Yihuan didn't speak, but stared back at Luo Heng, trying to find something in his eyes.

However, Fu Yihuan couldn't see anything. He couldn't be sure whether this Luo Heng and the Luo Heng in the real world happened to have the same body, or they were basically the same person. But he didn't know anything about the Luo Heng in the real world. It's really hard for him...

Since this is the case, then I have no choice but to do what I want, at worst, return to reality and beg for forgiveness, man, you can bend and stretch!

Breaking away from Luo Heng's grasp, Fu Yihuan glanced at the three of them indifferently, and said to Luo Heng, "What you see and hear is often not what you should know." Then he turned and went upstairs into the room.

The author has something to say:

Mr. President: "250" is really a troublesome little goblin. He took a step forward and then took a few steps back, tsk tsk, are you testing me?