I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

The A8 stopped at the intersection, and when the engine was turned off, the singing also stopped. Liang Ze opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Here we are." Guan Ling said.

Liang Ze hummed but sat still. After a while, he opened his lips miserly, "You sing really well."

Cheng Fei is a boring gourd, and usually has no other entertainment except staying in the studio and painting. When he was not with Zhou Jinhang, he had no social activities, and after they were together, there were almost none. Let alone singing, even ktv Very little.

But the original owner is different. He has an outgoing personality, and because of his work, he is a frequent visitor in the bar KTV. Since Liang Ze asked him to sing once last time, Guan Ling found a lot of fun in it. Li unconsciously remembered that he was an English song that Cheng Fei often listened to, and sang it out with a movement of his mouth.

Guan Ling readily accepted Liang Ze's compliment, and said without any humility, "Anyone who is good-looking sings well."

It was rare for Liang Ze not to hate him, he just turned his head and looked at him, then opened the door and got out of the car. After getting out of the car, he asked in surprise, "Isn't this your house?"

"Well," Guan Ling closed the car door and walked around the front of the car, "Go to the store first to check and accept Zhang Ping's achievements."

Anyway, there is still some time before dinner, and Liang Ze has no objection. After locking the car, the two walked side by side in the direction of the store. Liang Ze asked, "Should I invite a teacher after the training class starts? Just Zhang Ping alone Can't be too busy?"

"What's the relationship between asking the teacher and Zhang Ping being too busy alone?"

"There are too many applicants, can she teach alone?"

Guan Ling clicked his tongue, "As far as her painting level is in the second grade of elementary school, as a teacher, I'm afraid I'll have to close it tomorrow."

Liang Ze was surprised, "So you started recruiting students before even inviting the teacher?"

"Me." Guan Ling pointed to the tip of his nose, "Don't you think I don't look like me?"

Liang Ze said honestly, "It's not like that."

It's not that Liang Ze looked down on him. When he first met Guan Ling, he learned that he had Cheng Fei's paintings. During the sale, Guan Ling himself said that he didn't have that talent, so Liang Ze didn't think about it at all. .

However, Guan Ling's demeanor and tone didn't sound like a joke, which made Liang Ze a little confused, and reminded, "It's good to open a studio to sell paintings. You can sell as much as you want. It's different to teach people in training classes, isn't it?" Then let’s not say that no one will come to learn, even if you foolishly come to learn and see the level, you probably won’t be paid, so don’t cut off the way out indiscriminately.”

Liang Ze's words are very honest and realistic, and he is not afraid of offending others when he hears it. Another person may feel that the other party is belittling himself, and may feel uncomfortable, but Guan Ling is just the opposite. From Liang Ze's sincere words, he A bit of sincere concern was heard.

"Don't worry," Guan Ling patted his chest to reassure, "As long as someone signs up, I will definitely be responsible for them."

Liang Ze was still not at ease, "You said he was in the second grade, so what grade are you in? Can you teach?"

Guan Ling raised his eyebrows proudly, "I'm at the Grand Master level."

Liang Ze gave him an expression of "you can brag about it", without arguing with him, he said, "My grandpa likes to collect paintings, but I have some connections with painters here, if you need help, tell me."

The official thanked Liang Ze for his kindness, and said, "I can't afford to invite a painter to be a teacher. If I'm too busy, Zhang Ping knows a lot of students in the Academy of Fine Arts. You can invite them to practice. If you're lucky, you can even accept them." Get a free one or two."

Liang Ze saw that he had already made up his mind, so he didn't say anything more, but he was a little annoyed when he heard the last sentence, "The iron cock is still rusty anyway, you're afraid it's made of stainless steel."

It was rare for Guan Ling not to refute, but nodded in agreement, with an aggrieved look, "Who told me I'm a poor boy, save as much as you can."

All of a sudden, the phrase "a rich and handsome match a poor boy" came into Liang Ze's mind at an inappropriate time. He knew that Guan Ling's answer just now was nothing more than a usual tactic by following the steps to sell him miserably, but Liang Ze couldn't help it. The words in my mind became dumb, and it took me a long time before I suddenly remembered or belatedly asked, "Then you still want to treat me to a street with such brazen words?"

"A street doesn't cost much." Guan Ling waved his hand indifferently.

Liang Ze opened his mouth in an O shape, thinking that you are too inflated or am I too mentally retarded?Don't you check the other person's IQ level before fooling you?

After Guan Ling finished speaking, he felt that these words might not stir up any waves in Liang Ze's heart, and after thinking about it, he added, "Besides, how can I save money if I treat you to eat?"

Liang Ze's unhappiness after being underestimated was warmed up by this sentence, and he said to himself that since you have said that, then I will tolerate your little swelling for the time being.

While talking, the two arrived at the store. The store door was wide open. Zhang Ping had already returned. When Guan Ling and Liang Ze entered the room one after the other, they happened to see two young students who looked like students moving empty shelves in the house.

"What is this for?" Guan Ling asked as he walked in.

"Uncle Zhang at the end of the street heard that we are no longer selling paintings, so he asked if we still have more shelves." Zhang Ping couldn't help looking at Liang Ze behind Guan Ling while she was talking, and winked at Guan Ling while looking at her. Eye.

Guan Ling ignored her winking expression and asked, "So you promised to give it to others?"

"It's not for nothing," Zhang Ping said. "His daughter works as a math teacher in a one-on-one training institution. I heard that there are many students who are going to take art exams in their institution. I gave him a stack of leaflets and asked his daughter to help us promote it in the organization."

Guan Ling clapped his hands, "Okay, my brain is quite flexible."

"These two are juniors from my school," Zhang Ping said to the two young men who were carrying the shelves. "When we met on the road, we called them over to work as coolies." After finishing speaking, Chong Guanling blinked, "Does the boss have to show something? what?"

Guan Ling is very generous, "It just so happens that we go to Food Street together tonight, I'll treat you."

Although the shelf is not made of solid wood, it is still quite heavy to carry. The two young men struggled to lift it. Zhang Ping got the benefit and went over to help with a smile on her face. Let us men do the physical work." After saying that, he raised his chin at Liang Ze, "Boss Liang, come and give me a hand."

Liang Ze was just watching the play coldly with his hands on his hands. He was suddenly called on, and he was a little reluctant. He had only been enslaved by the old man in Yu Garden all morning, but he still raised his legs and rushed to the official to listen, "Why? take?"

"Hold on," Guan Ling pointed to a corner of the shelf and said, "It's fine to fall down and carry it out." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Liang Ze's hands that didn't touch the spring water, and asked, "You skinny and tender Okay ah?"

In connection with Liang Ze's identity, this description is actually quite appropriate, but it sounded different in Liang Ze's ears, he frowned and almost chewed these words out, "Skin and tender meat? "

Guan Ling met his stunning cold eyes, trembled unpreparedly, and pulled the corners of his mouth to make amends, "Just... describe..."

I don't know if he was stimulated by this description or if Liang Ze didn't have a superficial appearance, or because there were so many people and strength, the four shelves were easily moved outside without much effort. Uncle Zhang called people to come over one by one. Brought it back to his store.

After this delay, it was time for dinner. Guan Ling greeted the two juniors to walk to the delicious street together. On the way, Zhang Ping said that he went to the store to buy materials, "You have to pay the deposit first," Zhang Ping said, "I don't have that much money, so I told my boss that I can use WeChat or Alipay."

Guan Ling nodded to show that he understood. After Zhang Ping finished his business, he couldn't help rushing away behind Liang Ze and squinted his eyes, "Did I interrupt your date?"

Guan Ling was taken aback by the word date. He said that he didn't think about it when he was entertaining guests. At this moment, when Zhang Ping reminded him, his black eyes rolled, and he had other meanings.

"Indeed." Guan Ling said solemnly, "You take your two little brothers to eat in a while, and I will send you a red envelope on WeChat."

Zhang Ping gave him an expression of "I understand", and deliberately slowed down and stepped back to walk with the two young people. Liang Ze glanced at her in surprise, and his long legs collapsed to stand shoulder to shoulder with Guan Ling. Said, "Xiao Zhang is quite capable."

It was very rare for Liang Ze to praise people. Today, Guan Ling opened his eyes. He first praised him for his beautiful singing, but now even his employees praised him. There should still be some weight in my heart. If this trend continues, let alone the door, Zhou Jinhang might not even have to climb the window.

Guan Ling was so happy in his heart that he couldn't control the expression on his face, and his beautiful eyes were also bent. Before he could get enough of his beauty, Liang Ze said coldly, "It's just that my eyesight is a bit weak. .”

"Huh?" Guan Ling turned around suspiciously.

Liang Ze snorted lightly, and with one hand in his pocket without saying a word, he strode the group of people far behind with his long legs, his back looked like a proud peacock.

Guan Ling was stunned: "???"

After more than ten steps in front of Liang Ze, he stopped at the same spot, staring at his toes with a deep face, Guan Ling trotted a few steps to catch up, glanced at his toes twice, and asked without eyesight. He said, "Why don't you leave?"

Liang Ze frowned tightly, seeing Guan Ling staring at him without blinking, a few seconds later he struggled to say a few words, "Left or right?"

Suddenly, Guan Ling slapped his thigh and let out a laugh, before Liang Ze's face became even uglier, he quickly stopped, "Left."

Liang Ze snorted and turned into the street on the left with long legs. Guan Ling held back a smile and took two steps to catch up with him. Looking at Liang Ze's stern profile, he tentatively said, "Zhang Ping asked my friend this morning. It's a circle thing."

Liang Ze pretended not to hear, but his stern face softened slightly.

Guan Ling considered his words and continued, "Before I said anything, she asked if the object was you."

Liang Ze raised an eyebrow, but remained silent.

Guan Ling wondered, what does this raised eyebrow mean?accurate?surprise?Don't you feel as miraculous as him?

Guan Ling thought for a few seconds, and planned to sum up Liang Ze's reaction into a third guess with the cheek, and then said, "Do you think Zhang Ping also has that kind of radar?"

Sure enough, Liang Ze turned his face and nodded with an inscrutable expression, "No wonder I always think she looks at me strangely."

"She's coveting your beauty," Guan Ling clicked her tongue, "She's a nympho, I gave her a picture I drew that day, and she was still drooling at it."

Liang Ze opened his mouth wide in surprise, and said in an embarrassing manner, "Are you scared?"

Guan Ling misunderstood Liang Ze's meaning, and nodded in agreement, "It may be because I drew so vividly that it shocked people, after all, I drew her idol."

Liang Ze twitched the corners of his mouth, and only regarded the previous words as the basic operation of "Guan Shi is awesome". He just listened to it, and skipped to the second half of the sentence, asking, "Who is her idol?"

Although Guan Ling said that he was rushing, but when he thought of Liang Ze asking him about his painting skills before, he felt a little flattered, but he didn't expect that Liang Ze would directly ask the next question, he was stunned for a while, and then spoke softly after two seconds Answer, "Cheng Fei."

Liang Ze wasn't too surprised, "He does seem to have a lot of fans." After speaking, he looked at Guan Ling suspiciously, "Did you draw it?"

Guan Ling nodded, "I drew it." After thinking about it for fear that Liang Ze would ask other questions, he hurriedly said, "Zhang Ping has his photo, so I drew it based on the photo."

Liang Ze didn't ask much, but he didn't really believe it, "Can you see what you drew?"

To belittle yourself is humility, to be belittled by others is to belittle, Guan Ling said angrily, "Why can't you watch it?"

"Then draw a picture for me some other day." Liang Ze blurted out.

Guan Ling didn't expect this, and opened his mouth for a long while without answering.

Seeing his expression, Liang Ze thought that the essence of the big talk was about to show its true form, so he raised his eyebrows and looked like he was watching a show, "Why? Is it difficult?"

"...What's so difficult about this." Guan Ling didn't want to be looked down upon, but couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse for a while, and followed the lie told earlier, "I don't have a picture of you, how can I draw you?"

What photo do you want if the real person is right in front of you?Liang Ze twitched his lips, and heard that he was trying to cover up the accident with an excuse, but this excuse was really clumsy, and he thought badly, and said coolly, "Isn't it on the screen saver of your mobile phone? Just press That painting."

Guan Ling: "..." Why would I dig such a hole for myself?

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