[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

The fight was back, but after the fight, Ms. Luo couldn't help thinking about what her son said, even though she didn't admit it.

Of course, Ms. Luo doesn't believe what Xuan Zhenxuan said about disturbing the base.

Ms. Luo firmly believes that although she dare not say that she knows her son 100%, one thing is certain:

Xuan Zhenxuan didn't like that.

However, what the kid said made some sense.

They had experienced enough hardships in the past days, and she was too old to withstand the blow of any relatives leaving, so she insisted on not letting Liu Xizhen in.

A daughter-in-law who may get sick at any time is simply killing her.

Daughter-in-law, the first condition: must be healthy!As healthy as you can be!It is easier for the child born to stand upright.

Speaking of which, the chubby and silly Kim Sam-soon is quite suitable.

Thinking of this, Ms. Luo touched her forehead sadly and sighed again, alas, but the old girl's family background is really poor, if her son is really allowed to marry her, the sensation caused may not be less than that of Zhengyu's child Take a detour.

healthy?Family background?

Ms. Luo's thoughts inevitably drifted to Xue Gongcan and Jin Shixuan, who were very popular a while ago but were not very favored by her son.

National hero Jin Shixuan.

Athletes are healthy, talented and famous, and their family background is quite good.And the girl is quite well-behaved, and socially quite passable.

Alas, why didn't I meet such a perfect person?

It is not easy enough to support the family business by yourself, even if the daughter-in-law is not from a big family, she still has to be on the stage, right?But the baker at the miller?

Ugh.

At any rate, Zhengyu was interested in it and so on!stop!

I really pissed off these bastards.

Ms. Luo squeezed out several wrinkles for herself, and she was so aggrieved.

Alas, how come children these days have more things to do than one.

Stretching her old arms and legs, Ms. Luo stood up from the leather chair, and slowly moved to the window, looking at the orange-red sunset, sighing again and again.

She suddenly thought of Ms. Zhang, who was related to her own fate to some extent, and couldn't help but sighed again.

Ugh.

It's like sighing for a whole year in one day.

Why is being a mother so difficult?

Let's talk about the central character of the topic, Zheng Yu.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to go to the Florence Academy to give lectures and communicate with Ferente, but the situation changed slightly.

Because of the low-key attitude of this undead person, the media from all walks of life heard the news and surrounded this historic art academy one day in advance, and the indomitable and turbulent momentum could be clearly felt from two miles away.

There must be art newspapers and magazines, and there are countless entertainment, fashion and other areas in the middle. The Korean filming crew even came to stay two days in advance to get first-hand information.

No way, I originally wanted to dig some insiders from the country first, but what happened?

Xu Zhengyu himself didn't answer the phone at all, and several close friends kept asking questions. Ms. Zhang, the only blood relative, went abroad for vacation a few days ago? !

Should it be said that mother and child are really connected?

At that time, many people felt that being a mother is really enlightened.

As the time approached, the crowds and vehicles gathered became more and more, and it seemed that there was no way to control it.

Because at the beginning, it was decided that other than the two designated art magazines, the media would not be allowed to enter, so the situation is a bit chaotic now, and some people even fumbled in. Fortunately, they were caught in time without causing any damage. What unmanageable consequences.

The school saw that it was not working, so they asked Ferente to communicate with Jin Dongyun quickly, and then discussed with Zhengyu, and finally decided to simply hold a press conference after the exchange meeting, killing two birds with one stone.

As soon as the news was released, it was terrible. Except for the media who were squatting at the beginning, there were many people who wanted to get a share of the pie. After discussing, the location should be directly on the big lawn in front of the art building. Anyway, it is already May, the sun is shining and the spring breeze is warm.

Thinking about it, the blue sky, white clouds, and gentle breeze are also very elegant and interesting.

But in this way, the school's security forces were immediately stretched.

After hearing this question from the school, Ferente smiled restrainedly, "It's simple."

is simple.

There is no need for others to worry about it. As early as when he learned of this series of changes, Ferranant took action ahead of everyone else.

Mr. Bryce calmly handed over a stack of planners, pointed out the situation with a blank face, and planned a strategy.

Flame took care of the children honestly at home, and a group of experienced and well-armed young men under him all pulled over. The commanding heights, hidden places, and even sewers, vents, and safety doors should all be occupied and guarded. Be vigilant, it is necessary to keep the Florence Academy on the day of the exchange as an iron bucket, even if the pigeons fly in, they must leave a DNA first.

On that day, it was really crowded with people.

When the car came in, Zhengyu looked out through the bulletproof glass, was startled, and blurted out, "Wow!"

Ferranante was very happy to see his blank face, and kissed him a few times angrily and funny, "Don't you know that you are tossing yourself?"

Zheng Yu opened his mouth and muttered, "I didn't expect such a big reaction."

Just a joke, once the flirtatious playboys are gone, can the people not feel itchy?

Ferranante stretched out his hand to straighten his handsome scarf, patted his face, and stamped his forehead, "Hey, be careful, I'll get off here."

After speaking, he went down to do the final inspection.

Zhengyu was embraced by a vigorous figure at the door of the preparation room, and then he found himself buried deeply in a sea of ​​soft flesh, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Ugh~!"

"Senior brother!" Bobby rescued him vigorously, and Zheng Yu looked over with tears in his grateful eyes, purely suppressed.

"Ahem, thank you, thank you." Zhengyu staggered back a few steps, looked over Bobby's not very strong shoulder, and after three seconds, "Mary?"

The big-bodied girl who stepped on high-heeled shoes that were ten centimeters high proudly puffed out her chest, and glanced at the turbulent waves, "It's raining~"

Bobby moved his footsteps, precisely blocked between Merimus and Zhengyu, and said solemnly, "Miss Gerwall, please keep your distance."

Mindray paused, then smiled at Bobby, "Oh, don't be so nervous, I just want to give Zhengyu a loving hug."

Bobby's not-so-great body was as solid as an unshakable fortress at the moment, and he said firmly, "Sorry, I'm ordered by the boss to protect my brother's chastity."

Merimus: O__O"

Zhengyu: =口=!

Since there was no way to have close contact, Merimos had no choice but to take the next best thing, and verbally teased Zhengyu a few words through the huge human-shaped barrier, and then walked towards the venue with three twists and turns.

Because of the tenacious guardianship of the loyal dog brother Bobby, Mr. Xu Zhengyu finally sticks to his precarious chastity. It is really gratifying, gratifying to congratulate. 【Mud! 】

"Oh, that's right!" After walking a few steps, Merimos suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned around enchantingly, "Oh, Zhengyu's photos are so effective, everyone is full of praise What about the ruler~"

Looking at the back of the high-spirited leaving, Bobby frowned, thought hard for a few seconds, then turned to look at Zhengyu, "Brother, I personally think there is"

The windshield wiper turned his head, his eyes were burning, and he paused every word, "There is no need to report to the higher authorities, thank you! Thank you!"

The moment the exchange meeting started, the moment Zhengyu appeared, the flashing lights on the scene almost blinded people's eyes.

As the main character, Zheng Yu smiled vigorously, and squeezed his two phoenix eyes into tiny slits, protecting his vision openly and aboveboard.

As a teacher and a senior, Ferente made a few opening remarks, and then officially started.

Zhengyu stood on the white platform generously, facing the bottom and the countless young faces around him, and began to give a speech.

"What is art?"

"Art is the act of conveying beauty."

"What is beauty?"

"Beauty is all the power that can infect people's hearts."

"Skills are important, but emotions are more important." Zheng Yu smiled. The content of the speech he had read beforehand had been thrown into nowhere, and what he said now was entirely based on his feelings.

The students and media people below nodded involuntarily, their eyes focused.

Ferranante, who was standing on the side of the podium, watched quietly with a gentle expression. The high-spirited people on the stage seemed to be the whole world.

Ferente glanced at the speech papers that had long been out of use, chuckled helplessly, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

This brat knew that he wouldn't play his cards logically.

"Only by successfully integrating your own emotions into it, and successfully making people who look at the painting feel what you think in your heart and resonate, is real art."

"Blind imitation, pure skill, will always be, and can only be a dry fake."

He talked for more than an hour in one breath, and didn't even take a sip of water in the middle of the rain. He didn't feel tired at all, but felt extremely happy in his heart.

The applause was thunderous, and many juniors blushed with excitement, and the clapping was loud.

Zhengyu let out a breath, smiled and waved at them, and then blew a few kisses in embarrassment, so flirtatious.

Then several little boys blushed with excitement, and the little girl slid directly under the chair.

Ferranant pinched the center of his brows helplessly with a headache. From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Dori who was rushing over, and smiled dotingly at Zhengyu who was looking over. Then he quietly withdrew from the crowd and asked in a low voice. , "Caught it?"

Dory looked around and nodded, "Well, three, do you want to get rid of them?"

Ferranant's expression was extremely calm, "They all belong to the Brown family?"

Duo Rui nodded, "Yes, a fake press card."

"Cleaned up completely?"

"Yes."

Ferranante blinked slowly, and said calmly, "Go, deal with it cleanly."

Dory nodded, turned and left.

"Wait a minute," Ferranante called her, then turned to look at Zhengyu, and ordered again when he saw that he wasn't paying attention, "Remember what I said?"

Duo Rui smiled charmingly, and then raised his hand to zip the zipper around his mouth, "Don't worry, boss."

Ferranante raised his chin in satisfaction, "Go."

When Ferlanant returned, Zhengyu was answering a question from a junior.

"Art knows no borders," said Zheng Yu, walking down the grass between the first row of seats and the podium, with high spirits, "It is true that oil painting originated in the West, but this does not mean that Orientals cannot achieve satisfactory results in this field."

The obviously Asian elementary school boy blushed quickly, and stammered at the idol rather at a loss, "Senior, I didn't, I didn't"

"Hehe," Zheng Yu chuckled, walked up directly, tilted his head to look at him for a while, then reached out and rubbed his head, "Don't be nervous."

The elementary school boy looked like he was going to pass out in a second, and the beauties sitting next to each other looked at the long and beautiful white hand that Zheng Yu stretched out with envy and envy, ready to move.

Merimos couldn't look straight at him, sighed, rubbed his forehead, and complained mercilessly, "Stay away, don't be such an unscrupulous peacock, maybe he won't be nervous."

The reporters and editors next to him nodded and couldn't agree more.

"Which country are you from?" Zheng Yu asked with a smile, especially like a senior.

"Day, Japanese!" The little student who was asked swallowed his saliva and puffed out his chest.

Japanese.

Zhengyu couldn't hide his regret and looked at the other party who was about to break his dangerous back, wondering if it was necessary to remind him.

Oh, I thought it was Chinese.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to search automatically, and when he saw the faces of two other Asians with black hair and black eyes, he kindly asked, "Are you Chinese?"

The younger brother and younger sister were taken aback for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Zheng Yu immediately felt extremely kind, and before he had time to say anything, he felt that there were two hot eyes closely following him, and when he looked sideways, he was embarrassed.

The Japanese elementary school boy who had just been indoctrinated that art has no borders was left with tears on his face, and various grievances on his white and tender face.

Zhengyu cleared his throat in embarrassment, then stood calmly in the middle of the three juniors, and said softly, "What I want to say is that no matter what country we are from, our starting point for pursuing art and beauty is the same."

"Also as an Asian, I dare not say that I have done a good job, but I have a clear conscience."

As he said that, he winked at a few younger brothers and sisters who were obviously bloody, and smiled, "Maybe, we can work together?"

"Yeah~!"