After the vendetta

Chapter 9

In fact, Fang Qi’s motivation for playing games was very strange at the beginning. He just wanted to know what it was like to make Luo Tang, a person who never delayed drafts, start to delay drafts, and was scolded by the editor for nothing. Gao secretly downloaded the game at night, clicked on the game registration interface with some trepidation in his heart, and started the game life.

The reason for choosing the current profession is also very simple. This profession is the only one that can fight immediately, and it looks very handsome no matter what.

When he first started playing, he didn't tell Luo Tang, because he showed disdain for this game at first, every time he saw Luo Tang playing without even eating, he would tease him a few words, he almost looked at Luo Tang with his nostrils. computer screen up.This also led to his full level for a long time later, Luo Tang didn't know yet.

"Since you are here to play, why don't you come to our server?" Luo Tang complained.

"At the beginning, I didn't plan to have fun, so I just chose a server and clicked in. Just when I was about to confess to you that I accidentally fell into a trap, my master had already brought me to the full level..."

"You idiot, you got two servers in one dormitory and went to mess with it!"

"Don't worry, wait for me to play a trumpet to serve you."

But before Fang Qi started practicing on the trumpet, he switched to serving.

Originally, Fang Qi planned to go back to school on the last night of the Golden Week, but there was some deviation from what was expected. Tang Qingming's shop didn't close until 09:30 in the evening. After helping clean up, he looked up at the clock and it was almost ten o'clock.

Tang Qingming sent the mop back to its original place and asked, "Take you guys for supper?"

"I know homemade wontons are delicious." Fang Qi suggested.

"Success, I'll drive. Brother, are you going back to school today, or are you going to live with me?"

"I'll go to your place." While speaking, Chu Minghang was fully armed, and took the lead to stand at the door of the store, "Jing Xu and Da Mao will return to school tomorrow, and now there is only that transvestite in the dormitory."

"..."

While Tang Qingming was going to pick up the car, Fang Qi called Luo Tang, and asked if he had brought back special products from his hometown as a matter of routine. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth and asked, "Fatty Luo, can you go online and help me with my daily routine?"

"Ah, you haven't played yet?"

"I was out all day helping people watch the store, and I haven't touched the computer yet, so why don't you help me with the daily routine and go online to get the sign-in reward for me?"

"Give me the account password."

"The account number is Mobei's pinyin plus my birthday, and the password is my birthday plus Mobei's pinyin!"

Luo Tang was very speechless on the other end of the phone: "...you are really not afraid of being stolen."

"There's never been anything valuable on a human-headed dog!"

After going online, Luo Tang took a closer look at the account of Mobei, nodded and said: "You are right, it is really a good account that is poor and white."

It didn't take long for Tang Qingming to fart with Luo Tang. At the entrance of the pedestrian street, Tang Qingming blew his whistle to signal them to get in the car. Fang Qi hung up the phone and looked back at Chu Minghang, who had been silent all this time. Seeing him looking at him strangely, he was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

"Say something quickly?"

Chu Minghang pushed his glasses: "For a moment just now, I thought you were gay."

"..."

"You told me to say it."

"..."

The wonton shop that Fang Qi mentioned was discovered when he was in high school. At that time, school ended at 09:30. If Fang He didn’t pick him up in winter, he would go to the wonton shop with a few friends to eat a bowl of wontons, warm up and walk back. Home.

When Fang Qi entered the store, he ordered three bowls of wonton very familiarly. He chose a seat facing the TV and sat down. He waited excitedly for his aunt to deliver napkins and chopsticks. Wiping the oiled tabletop again, he didn't forget to ask Fang Qi how he was doing.

"Are these two your college classmates?"

"Well... this is my classmate, and this is my future sister-in-law."

"Is your brother getting married?"

"Well, it ends at the end of October."

The aunt laughed happily: "I still remember that he was almost beaten up when he failed to persuade people to fight. He is about to get married now..."

Fang Qi glanced at Tang Qingming, saw that his future sister-in-law looked normal and almost laughed, and felt relieved: "My brother is a typical example of a sense of justice but a low value of force. I used his fitness card to cause it. The culprit of this situation!"

Tang Qingming almost spewed water far away.

Auntie walked away after the wontons were served. Fang Qi looked up at the TV. The local news was rebroadcasting on the old-fashioned TV. First, Balabala talked about the abundance of local leisure, cultural and entertainment activities, and then began to say that a certain painter was going to work in S city. The art exhibition was held, which attracted the attention of many citizens.

"Oh, it's actually held in our school art gallery, do you know this?" Fang Qi asked Chu Minghang.

"I know, our teacher even asked someone to help with the exhibition a few days ago."

"How do you draw well?"

Chu Minghang glanced at the TV with a complicated expression, and then at Fang Qi, "How do I evaluate this?"

"Huh? Am I too unprofessional in asking this question? ... But I can't ask it if it's too professional."

"No, not for that reason."

"what is that?"

"The painting with the most prominent theme in his theme exhibition was sold to him by me. How would you like me to evaluate it?"

"..."

It turns out that this is the legendary artist whose talents were exhausted, Fang Qi thought.Seeing that Chu Minghang mentioned this matter calmly in front of Tang Qingming, he probably discussed it with his sister.

In fact, Chu Minghang was depressed for a long time after he sold the painting. He felt that this kind of behavior was a big mistake, and he kept nothing of the 3 yuan he got in his card.No matter how Jing Xu and Da Mao tried to persuade him that the money was already in hand, why bother to make trouble with the money, Chu Minghang still couldn't accept it, and in his heart he even thought it was a kind of blasphemy against the painting.

"Then why did you still agree to sell the painting to him? At worst, it's fine if you don't sell it, and he can still grab it?" Fang Qi asked after eating a wonton.

"No, the key is Song Xiaoning..."

"Who?"

"An associate professor in our college has an outer space brain structure."

"How did he say."

Chu Minghang paused, as if he was thinking about how to organize his words: "He said that this is the case now. If you contribute to one person for a long time, everyone will know that the painting was not drawn by him. When he is not around, he will keep writing the painting. The person who contributes behind the scenes becomes famous. Then maybe one day this person will dry up his artistic cells and follow the old path of his predecessors, and then look for the next ghostwriter, and the cycle continues like this.”

"I don't understand, but what he said may be true. After all, they are all associate professors."

"but……"

"Ok?"

"But I always feel that it doesn't match the concept of art in my heart. Art is not like this in my heart. It should be... yes," Chu Minghang was at a loss for his rare words. Hold back a sentence: "It's pure."

To this, Fang Qi replied: "But you live in the world."

After Golden Week, S City officially entered autumn, the wind gradually became cooler, and the temperature difference between day and night was large. Finally, the dormitory no longer needed to have the cold wind on all day long, and Luo Tang could gradually put down the fan in his hand and enjoy the comfortable autumn wind.

"I said..." Luo Tang raised his head from the computer, feeling suspicious.

"Ok?"

"My girl is almost at full level, what should I do?"

Fang Qi complained: "Why did you become your sister, have you confessed?"

"Of course not. I don't think the favorability is enough."

"Don't just swipe in the game, you have to grasp the reality, you have to be tough with both hands!"

Luo Tang blushed, "I gave her the food I brought from my hometown a few days ago, and she was very happy. So I started to think about the next step. What should I do for my apprentice as a master? What did your master bring you back then?" What will I give you when you reach the full level?"

"Uh……"

"So embarrassing?"

"The situation is different. You see, my master is a woman. She gave me a bellyband and a erotic/palace album as a joke. You gave it to a girl as sexual/harassment."

"...Then it's still normal to book a group for her? Why don't you just take Monan's group? I'll ask if there is any discount."

"..."

Speaking of Monan, Fang Qi has not seen him online recently, but YY shows him as online, but every time he sends a message asking when he is free, it usually takes several hours to reply, and the answer is always no today. null.

Maybe people still think that he is too lazy, Fang Qi thought dejectedly, and even had doubts about his operation methods for a while, so he went to the gate of the main city to plant a flag for several days, facing the very impressive picture skipping frames, Only then did he finally regain a little confidence in his own methods.

Luo Tang comforted him and said, "That's a contestant whose heads are beheaded by ten thousand people, do you have five thousand heads?"

"... more than 6000."

"So you see what you are anxious about, besides, you actually beat him."

So the simple Fang Qi was very happy to be encouraged by Luo Tang with such simple words, and he was very happy to play on his own.

In this way, in mid-October, the School of Management routinely organizes first-year students to participate in off-campus practical activities, and go to a small county around S City to have a self-sufficient autumn tour (actually a large party).

Since Fang Qi is a member of the student union, it can only be blamed for participating in the war unconditionally for two consecutive years, and was appointed as the team leader of Group A, responsible for leading the students to purchase, pitch tents, picnics and other projects.

The night before his departure, Fang Qi looked at the two power banks in his backpack with a sad face:

"Do you think I can come back successfully? Anyway, it was a farmhouse last year. Anyway, there is a socket, this year the college is idle and has a picnic!"

"Actually, mobile power is second. The point is that you bring more mosquito repellents, such as toilet water, mosquito coils, etc. Mosquitoes are still very poisonous now."

Besides, Fang Qi is quite a mosquito attractor. He went to the dormitories next door to search for mosquito repellent equipment but failed. Everyone said that we have mosquito nets/electric mosquito coils/window screens, and we don't need such ancient things for a long time.

So Fang Qi called Chu Minghang without giving up, but he didn't expect Chu Minghang to really say yes.

"Da Mao attracts mosquito bites, and there is a bottle of snake gall toilet water, which is said to be very effective."

"I'll pick it up from you tomorrow morning, is it convenient?"

"Come directly to the studio to pick it up. I'm going to catch up on my homework all night today."

"Ok!"

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Qi got up early and went to the art building to find Chu Minghang. As a thank you, he bought porridge, pickles and soy milk for Chu Minghang's breakfast.

The teaching building was very quiet in the early morning. Fang Qi felt that his footsteps were already very light, but there was still a great echo in the corridor. It may not be the peak period of homework recently. Today, there are not many students rushing to work overnight in the teaching building. There are very few classrooms with lights on along the way.

As the winter progresses, the dawn gets later. When Fang Qi walked into the classroom he visited last time, he unexpectedly found that the lights were not turned on. In the dim morning light, Chu Minghang was leaning against the wall and sleeping with his head up.

Fang Qi walked over lightly, put the food aside, and was thinking about how to wake up Chu Minghang, when he turned his head and faced the drawing board by the window: the background on the drawing was very messy, but there was only a small Nothing was painted on the area, it was just blacked out.He leaned over and took a closer look, but still didn't understand. Just when Fang Qi said to himself that he had no artistic talent, he saw the sketchbook on the window sill beside him, which seemed to be the first draft of this painting. In the lower right corner, it was very neatly written Four words: in the world.

"Haha," Fang Qi smiled, "He's really an artist."