The anger on Qin Shuang's face was about to burst out.
Confess your love to my Xiaofan in front of your in-laws?
Have you figured it out, I am Zhang Fan’s mother-in-law!
What are you making a fuss about?
If you steal a man from my daughter, believe it or not, I will beat you up?
At this moment, Qin Shuang really couldn't control his Qilin Arm.
Who else wouldn't be angry at this time?
Seeing this scene, both those present at He Yang's side and those watching the live broadcast were already elated.
emmmm, this melon is really sweet.
As for Bai Xi, looking at the gloomy expressions of Qin Shuang and Ye Jingtian, her face didn't look good either.
The next moment, her hands pinched Zhang Fan's ears harder.
And Zhang Fan, at this moment, suddenly woke up.
Damn it, shit, something big is going to happen.
"Ahem, Mom, as our number one person at Tsinghua University, and your son is so handsome, it's normal for him to have some fans," Zhang Fan said.
Of course, these words were not meant for my mother, but for Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang.
My mother, just deal with it casually!
However, Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang cannot do this.
When they get angry, mom gets even angrier.
When mom gets angry, the consequences will be quite serious.
At the same time, Zhang Fan was wailing in his heart.
Girls, why are you here to join in the fun at this time?
Brother, I have a wife, and she is as beautiful as a fairy.
To put it bluntly, I really don’t want to have anything to do with you.
It was at this moment that Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.
Because, he saw Huang Sansheng running towards him.
Ouch, savior.
The next moment, Zhang Fan stood up!
"Mom, Aunt Qin, there are only two days left for the academic competition. I have to learn painting with Teacher Huang."
After saying that, Zhang Fan ran away.
"Hey, Old Huang, let's go to the studio!" Zhang Fan took Huang Sansheng's arm and ran directly towards the studio.
If you don’t run away at this time, you are waiting to die!
???
Huang Sansheng and He Shanyuan looked confused!
What's going on?
Especially He Shanyuan, his face was distorted with anger.
"Why don't you go practice music with me!"
Jealous, very jealous!
The academic competition is about to begin, there are only two days left.
Although Zhang Fan's performance at the Royal Academy of Music was good, he must not be careless about it.
The geniuses from other colleges are really capable.
You can't overturn on this.
But now, Zhang Fan actually chose Huang Sansheng.
Draw, draw a yarn.
You have learned sketching.
Other things, do you know?
In two days, you can learn to knit!
And Huang Sansheng, at this moment, was extremely happy.
But the next moment, he thought of the damn thing Zhang Fan had done.
"Are you crazy? You are challenging dozens of people from the academy by yourself. Don't think you are awesome. Can you do oil painting or something?"
Thinking of this, the anger in Huang Sansheng's heart soared like a rocket.
Originally, there were eight days in total.
And now, there are only two days left.
And now, it's already early in the morning, let's play with yarn!
Even if Zhang Fan is a fighter among monsters, what can he learn in two days?
"Old Huang, I'll give you a chance. Don't cherish it. How about I go to Teacher He's place to play music?" Zhang Fan's mouth twitched.
If it weren't for his mother and the others, he would have gone to bed at this time.
Although during these six days and six nights, with systematic treatment, he was able to resurrect with full blood.
However, he was still a little tired.
This feeling of exhaustion cannot be explained. Anyway, Zhang Fan just wants to sleep right now.
"Xiaofan, take a walk and go to the music room with me. In two days, you will definitely be able to reach the peak of your condition.
Painting is a fun thing to do." He Shanyuan also said quickly.
In an instant, Huang Sansheng became anxious.
"No, no, no! Xiao He, do you understand that you should respect the old and love the young? Go and play with eggs." Huang Sansheng said quickly.
"Haha!" The corners of He Shanyuan's mouth twitched.
But the next moment, He Shanyuan saw Bai Xi, Zhang Dongyang, Qin Shuang, and Ye Jingtian chasing after them!
At this moment, he finally understood why Mao Zhangfan ran so fast.
"Xiaofan, you haven't slept for six days and six nights. Why are you messing around? Go to bed quickly." Qin Shuang looked anxious.
"You little bastard, do you want to piss me off to death?" Bai Xi, on the other hand, looked furious.
Six days and six nights, it makes people feel distressed to hear it.
"Mom, Aunt Qin, you go back first, learning never ends, I'm still in good spirits now." Zhang Fan shouted, running faster on his feet.
In fact, Huang Sansheng was dragged through the air and ran all the way.
Seeing that Zhang Fan's figure disappeared in a swish, Baixi stomped his feet angrily.
"Zhang Dongyang, this is the good son you raised."
???
Zhang Dongyang was furious.
How can I lie down at any time?
Wife, you are unreasonable!
Zhang Fan, on the other hand, had already rushed to the door of the studio.
Looking at the closed door, Zhang Fan raised his leg and kicked it!
"Bang!"
The studio door burst open!
At this time, Huang Sansheng looked pale.
Being dragged by the arm and flying in the air for a minute, who else would be able to avoid being frightened half to death?
What's more, he is almost sixty now.
"You kid, do you really want to tear this old bone of mine apart?" Huang Sansheng roared.
This **** is simply a trick to deceive Master.
This kind of disciple, in ancient times, should have been dipped in a pig cage!
"!!!Old Huang, what are you doing? Try a flight for free, you will be so beautiful!" Zhang Fan turned on the light and lay down directly on the ground.
"Old Huang, remember to turn off the lights. See you at seven o'clock tomorrow morning! I'll take a nap for a while!" After saying that, Zhang Fan fell asleep directly.
Seeing this scene, Huang Sansheng was furious.
Damn it!
Didn’t you say you wanted to come to the studio to paint?
Are you kidding me?
Believe it or not, I will slap you to death, you bastard?
"Stop bragging and staring. What's the point of learning painting? It's just a brush and a piece of paper. Who are you looking down on?
I, Zhang Fan, slap Zhang in the face!"
Listening to the sound of stomping feet, Zhang Fan also got up from the ground, then picked up the paintbrush and fiddled with the paint, his wrist trembling.
Seeing this scene, Huang Sansheng's anger disappeared immediately.
Looking at Zhang Fan's focused eyes, he nodded with satisfaction.
But the next moment, his eyes widened.
Damn it, this kid, is he painting?
Damn it, are you trying to draw a peach charm?
In an instant, Huang Sansheng blew his beard again and walked towards Zhang Fan.
However, the moment he saw the drawing paper, his eyes suddenly widened.