Chapter 2 I'm Really Not a Damned Person
Chapter 2 I'm Really Not a Damned Person
Although the sound was very small, it was particularly clear in the empty and quiet classroom.
At this moment, Yang Xiaofan's face looked a little embarrassed.
What made him even more embarrassed was that no one in the class was laughing; everyone's expression was serious.
This means that everyone has already determined that he is mentally retarded.
This is a sad story.
Professor Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that Qin Nuanyu was joking, but when she saw the expressions of her classmates, she realized that this might be true!
"Ahem. Well, since classmate Yang is feeling a little uncomfortable, let's let another classmate explain it."
Yang Xiaofan shouted quickly:
"Professor Xiao, I'm not mentally retarded, I'm not sick, I'm fine."
Just kidding, if he doesn't explain clearly, he will really be regarded as an idiot in the eyes of everyone.
Professor Xiao had an expression that showed he understood.
"It's okay, classmate Yang. Everyone feels uncomfortable sometimes. It will be fine once you recover."
Yang Xiaofan was so miserable that he almost couldn't even cry.
Damn it, at this rate, he will be considered a moron if he is not one.
How to do?
how to solve this problem?
correct!
A light bulb suddenly lit up in Yang Xiaofan's mind, and he immediately brought out the light screen and added all the 100,000 RMB he had recharged for the first time to his memory.
Let the experience bar representing memory continue to rise.
At this moment, Yang Xiaofan felt his mind suddenly become clear and his consciousness became extremely clear.
Many things that had long been forgotten in my mind are now presented to me in a rush, just like a movie.
Including what was taught in class yesterday.
Yang Xiaofan took a deep breath and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun, Kun is huge."
"what?"
Everyone in the class was shocked.
Professor Xiao, including a group of students, originally thought that Yang Xiaofan's brain was damaged and he had become mentally retarded.
But at this moment, Yang Xiaofan suddenly recited the text clearly, and even the annotations and explanations, word for word. How could only a moron do this?
Ten minutes later, when Yang Xiaofan recited the entire text and notes, the entire classroom was completely silent.
Everyone stared at him as if they had seen a ghost.
Are you kidding me?
How could a moron like him do such a good job in memorizing his lessons?
Are you kidding me? If he is mentally retarded, then the other people present here are also brainless, right?
After a long while, no one knew who started clapping, followed by the second, third, and fourth person. Soon, everyone in the class, including Professor Xiao, applauded Yang Xiaofan.
All eyes were turned to Yang Xiaofan, full of admiration and praise.
Yang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.
Finally, I don’t have to be treated as a moron anymore.
Professor Xiao smiled and said:
"It seems that there must be some misunderstanding. Student Yang has a clear mind and studies very hard. Everyone should learn from Student Yang in the future."
The whole class burst into thunderous applause again, which greatly satisfied Yang Xiaofan's vanity.
If you have a cheat code, you're awesome!
No wonder so many people want to be the protagonist, it’s really cool.
In the remaining classes, Professor Xiao did not mention Yang Xiaofan again, and Yang Xiaofan was happy to have some free time. He lay on the table and studied his golden finger.
This thing requires recharging to increase experience.
Not only are there many types, but there are also many levels.
His painting skills have reached the level of a grandmaster, but in fact, above the grandmaster, there is a grandmaster, and even higher levels.
The higher the level, the stronger the ability.
In the end, it will really be like the means of God, reaching heaven and earth.
No wonder it’s called the God-Creating Project!
However, returning to the essence, if one really wants to reach the god-like level, the amount of money required must be extraordinary.
Thinking about his pockets which were cleaner than his face, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that we really need to start making money."
He was not overly worried. He could make money by playing games normally. Now that he had master-level painting skills, it would definitely be easier for him to make money by painting for others.
After finally waiting for school to be over, Yang Xiaofan immediately rushed back to the dormitory and started his plan to make money.
He first searched the prices of paintings. For a master-level artist like him, any painting could be sold for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands!
If you put a little more effort into it, you might be able to create a painting worth over a million or even tens of millions!
Of course, hundreds of millions are impossible.
On the one hand, there are master-level painters in the world.
On the other hand, artworks such as paintings also have a collection value.
When he was alive, he could copy the same painting ten, a hundred, or even a thousand times. But after he died, the painting became a single copy.
Therefore, the price will also be affected by this aspect.
But this is enough. Just draw a few pictures a day and earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a day. Lafite, young models, Ferrari, isn’t it possible to have as many as you want?
It's a hundred times better than being a game proxy, being a host of a small website, or being a poor novel author.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaofan packed up his things excitedly, got ready to go out and buy some painting tools.
Before anyone could even leave the house, Gu Hao had already rushed back.
"Damn, Lao Yang, did you know that a painting master appeared in our school?"
Yang Xiaofan frowned.
"what happened?"
"Don't you know? The school forums and the friend circles of all the classes have exploded!"
Gu Hao rushed to the window and slammed his thick buttocks hard on the bed, shaking Yang Xiaofan's body.
The thick bear-like fingers displayed an unimaginable agility and quickly opened a bottle of soda, put it in his throat, and after gulping down a few big mouthfuls, Gu Hao spitted and yelled:
"Today, someone painted a landscape painting on the school wall. My God, it was recognized as a masterpiece by the school professor. Now all the students in the school, especially those little internet celebrities, are taking pictures around the wall. I heard that a collector has already contacted the school to buy this wall. The bid starts at one million!"
Yang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the painting he had drawn?
He immediately opened his cell phone, and sure enough, it was the landscape painting he had casually drawn that morning, a picture of green mountains and flowing water.
The popularity on the Internet now is extremely high.
Douyin, school forums, Weibo, and classmates’ WeChat Moments all went viral.
It even became a hot search on Baidu.
(End of this chapter)