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"Brother Jun, what's the matter?"

"Did you quarrel with Xiao Yi?" Wen Jingjun ignored his words and asked instead.

"...The sound of our quarrel has spread to the top floor." Chen Yan couldn't help laughing, "It's not a quarrel, it's just a disagreement, and we argued for a few words."

"Xiao Yi disagrees with you, right? I guessed it a long time ago." Wen Jingjun said calmly.

"...Why? Brother Jun, is there any reason for this?"

"Because the previous company that ran this business, and Xiao Yi, grew up together."

"Is it his good friend?"

"Oh no, they didn't get along since they were young, and the one is two years older. The younger one didn't do it, probably because he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes." Wen Jingjun said with a smile. "But you are different, I am very optimistic about you."

"Brother Jun..."

"In other words, I am the second largest shareholder of the restaurant, and I also have the right to cooperate with you. Besides, my funds are relatively strong, so you don't have to worry about a series of troubles caused by withdrawing company funds." Wen Jingjun put his advantages together One was placed in front of Chen Yan, "If you want, the two of us will work together on this project alone. It's not Wen's and your small company, nor Wen's and Secret Sauce Stewed Pot Restaurant. It's me and you, just the two of us." project. How?"

"Brother Jun...it's just a project, why are you talking so ambiguously?" Chen Yan laughed, "But this project, just like what Brother Yi said, I don't promise to make money."

"It's okay, I believe in you. Even if I lose, I will have no regrets." Wen Jingjun smiled slightly.

"Ha...haha..." Chen Yan laughed dryly, "Let me think about it and reply to Brother Jun later?"

"Okay." Wen Jingjun nodded, "Go and do your work."

"Okay." Chen Yan turned and left.

"Chen Yan...don't forget our agreement to go to the playground." Wen Jingjun followed up.

Chen Yan glanced back, and wanted to refuse, but Wen Jingjun had already lowered his head and started to work, Chen Yan smacked his lips, go... just go.

After breakfast the next morning, Chen Yan packed up his playground painting and took the bus to the School of Clothing.

The location was chosen by himself. Dean Sun is not busy on Saturdays and Sundays, but he lives in the faculty building of the college. He hasn't seen Dean Sun for several months. Chen Yan also plans to go up to see the old man himself.

He is not short of money now, so he specially bought some rare and delicious fruits, and touched a few discount cards of his own restaurant. It is better to give away such things than to eat dirt on the windowsill.Regardless of whether Dean Sun uses it for himself or gives it away, he will eventually become a potential customer.

The place where Dean Sun lived was fairly easy to find, it was the second floor of the innermost unit of the staff building.Chen Yan rang the doorbell, and soon someone opened the door.

When Chen Yan saw the door open, he was about to call Dean Sun, but found that the person who opened the door was a woman.

"Hey?" The woman glanced at him, wondering, "Who are you looking for?"

"Is Dean Sun at home?"

"Are you here to apply for a quota? Sorry, Lao Sun is not at home."

"Is Dean Sun in the academy?" Chen Yan didn't expect that the other party was not at home, so he asked quickly.

"I don't know about that." The woman shook her head.

"You are Dean Sun's family, right? I came here to see Dean Sun. This thing..."

"It's not easy for us to collect things, you should take them away." After the woman politely refused, she closed the door.

"..." Chen Yan felt that he was not very popular, and he didn't know why, so he went downstairs and called Dean Sun.

"Hey? I'm at home. Did you find the wrong place?" Dean Sun said, "Second floor, come up, I'll open the door."

Chen Yan checked it again and again, felt it was right, and rang the doorbell again.

This time it was Dean Sun who came out, but he was taken aback when he saw his appearance. "Chen Yan?"

"Dean Sun, it's me." Chen Yan gave a big smile.

"Oh, come in quickly." Dean Sun couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly let Chen Yan in, "Old Zhou, come quickly."

Chen Yan saw a woman came out from inside, it was the one who opened the door for him just now.

"Hey? You're not the one who gave the gift just now..." The woman was taken aback.

"This is my wife, and she is also a professor of this college." Dean Sun introduced to Chen Yan, "I just told my wife that you are coming. You are a fair and clean little fat man. I didn't expect you to lose weight like this. I misunderstood you. ,Misunderstood!"

"Chen Yan, hey, come in, come in." Professor Zhou slapped his forehead, showing an embarrassed smile, "Quick old grandson, he always talks about Chen Xiaopang, and I have to think what it is. Seeing you I never expected such a fair and handsome little guy."

"Actually, I was really fat a few months ago." Chen Yan said shyly, "Professor Zhou, Dean Sun, this is the fruit I bought. I don't know what the two teachers like to eat..."

"You don't have any gifts for a child?" Professor Zhou quickly declined.

"No, no, you must accept it, otherwise I..."

"Hey, my son brought it all the way, it's so heavy, why don't you let him take it back? Old Zhou, you go wash it, and we'll eat it now." Dean Sun said.

"Okay, I'll wash it myself, you guys do it. Koyanagi, make tea."

The two professors lived here, without their sons by their side, only a nanny in her 20s who made tea and brought it over.

Chen Yan handed the painting he drew yesterday to Dean Sun, "Dean Sun, this is my latest practice, please criticize more."

Not long after, Professor Zhou washed the fruits. The purple grapes were as clear as agates. The apples were also washed and cut into pieces, as well as peaches and golden oranges.

"Xiao Chen eats an apple."

"Thank you Professor Zhou."

"Old Zhou, come and take a look at Chen Yan's paintings." Dean Sun waved to Professor Zhou with glasses on. The existence of inkstone.

Chen Yan ate a piece of apple silently, and found that it was quite sweet, so he picked up another piece.When the two of them finished discussing, he almost ate a whole apple.

"Xiao Chen, did you really just start learning to draw a few months ago?" Professor Zhou sighed, "Why haven't I met you long ago?"

"Hey. You met me a long time ago, so you plan to steal someone from me?" Dean Sun smiled. "You paint Chinese paintings, which are totally different from our Western paintings. You can't take them away!"

"Professor Zhou, are you a Chinese painter?" Chen Yan asked suddenly. "It just so happened that I drew an ink painting a few days ago, can you take a look at it for me?"

"Okay, have you brought it?" Professor Zhou's eyes lit up, "Let me see."

"Drawing, I didn't bring..." Chen Yan took out his phone. "I took a picture, okay?"

"Let me take a look first." Professor Zhou took the phone and looked at the words. "The artistic conception is good, but it is too small."

Professor Sun glanced sideways, but couldn't see clearly because of the reflection.They are not young anymore, the phone screen is really not too big for them, and this is the one that Chen Yan took casually that morning, so it is not too good.

"I just took pictures randomly..."

"It's not easy to solve. No matter it's rice paper or pen and ink in the study, you can draw another one, Chen Yan."

"Okay!" Chen Yan nodded.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

Chen Yan still remembered the feeling of that night, closed his eyes and recalled it for a while, and gradually got the feeling.

In other words, he was immersed in the world of martial arts again, galloping around the rivers and lakes freely and freely, how free and easy.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in my mind, and I had already outlined the outline with a few strokes in my hand.

But it was completely different from the painting that day.

Professor Zhou and Dean Sun held their breaths and watched from behind. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Chen Yan finished his pen.

Chen Yan put away his pen and stood aside. Professor Zhou and Dean Sun remained silent for a while.

Chen Yan took a peek at the two of them. Is this good... or not?I'm very worried!

"Old Sun, after painting all his life and teaching for half his life, he finally knows what a genius is."

After a long while, Professor Zhou said such a sentence.

"Hmph, what's so good!" Dean Sun snorted, "Study western painting hard!"

"Hey you!" Professor Zhou was annoyed, "Are you afraid that I will rob students from you? Don't forget that I also have a vote. If you want Xiao Chen to come in smoothly, I will The vote is also very important, and you are not ignorant of the relationship between me and Jingyuan, if I object, you don't even want to get her vote! Think for yourself!"

"Hey!" Dean Sun turned around with anger this time. "Old Zhou, we have been together for more than 40 years. Our children are all grown up, and our grandchildren are all in school. I never thought you would stab me in the back now!"

"Why did I stab you once! I just want a student. He can be your student or mine, there is no conflict."

"The people I found, why should I share them with you?"

"Just rely on the vote in my hand!"

"...Teachers, please stop arguing." Chen Yan nodded, "What's going on? Dean Sun, you asked me to come today, do you have other things?"

"It's all you, I've forgotten the business." Dean Sun gave his wife a look, "Are you confused?"

"It's a little bit." Chen Yan smiled dryly.

"Let me say it." Professor Zhou said, "Our college has three direct promotion places, which can be exempted from the exam. Lao Sun wants to give you this place, what do you think?"

"I, I... I'm only in the first year of high school, so even if I'm exempted from the exam, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it?"

"Ah, you're only in the first year of high school, grandson, aren't you kidding me?"

"Why did I tease you? I checked his grades, and he was the first in the last exam."

"Even if he's the first in grade, he's still in the first year of high school." Professor Zhou had a headache, "He can't jump to the third year of high school."

"...Chen Yan, do you have the confidence to jump to the third year of high school?"

"..." Skip a grade, never thought about it, and he never thought about going to the School of Clothing...

"You're making trouble." Professor Zhou said with a dark face, "Is there anyone like you who runs on children like this? Xiao Chen, don't listen to him, just follow me and study hard. I guarantee that you can enter the college directly in your third year of high school. under the door."

"Hey, you're blatantly poaching!" Dean Sun jumped.

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