When the Young Master Fakes His Death, His Sisters Panic

Shen Shutang put his hand on his chest and spoke devoutly from the bottom of his heart.

After these days of getting along, Shen Shutang vaguely noticed...

Fu Chuan is the same kind of person as her.

Having troubles with his original family.

They have the same goal of taking the college entrance examination and entering Xingman Art Academy.

There are many, many wishes that are vast and full of the world.

There is...the sadness of wanting to leave, but having to stay.

Only then can I say it sincerely here - it's great to meet Fu Chuan.

Yu Ying'er is Shen Shutang's best friend, but she cannot personally understand Shen Shutang's distress and pain. She is a child from a happy family. People who have not experienced it will never understand Shen Shutang's sadness and nightmare. , Yu Ying'er's comfort cannot really heal Shen Shutang's wounds.

Fu Chuan nodded: "Senior, me too."

Without Shen Shutang, Fu Chuan would still be isolated and helpless and forced to stay in the Fu family.

Being able to meet Shen Shutang in this life is the luckiest thing that happened to Fu Chuan, far more than what he gave to Shen Shutang!

"Ahem...can't you get out?"

The delivery boy waiting outside the elevator was stuffed with a big mouthful of dog food for no apparent reason.

Seeing that Shen Shutang and Fu Chuan had no intention of getting out of the elevator, they could only act as light bulbs and speak in a terrible way.

Woohoo! Although I hate it, Shen Shutang and Fu Chuan's looks match so well! Is this what those girls feel like when they take CP? A little bit in love.

Shen Shutang and Fu Chuan looked at each other and could see the green smiles in each other's eyes...

Sweet and sour, inexplicably unforgettable.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Fu Chuan made an appointment with Fu Ling'er every week for treatment. Although the process was very painful for Fu Ling'er, it finally had some effect. At least Fu Ling'er's headache attacks were not so frequent. Fu Ling'er complained less and less, and even hoped that Fu Ling'er would Chuan could treat Fu Ling'er twice a week, which would cure Fu Ling'er's headaches faster, but Fu Chuan refused.

Haste makes waste, but now Fu Chuan is resisting from the bottom of his heart when he comes into contact with Fu Ling'er... Seeing each other twice a week is disgusting!

Fu Ling'er asked Fu Chuan so that the Fu family would not dare to harass them. It would be better to say that Fu Chuan's departure from the Fu family was something they had long wished for, and everything seemed to be on the right track. Apart from anything else, Fu Zichen's terminal illness did not show any symptoms at all. , I have been chasing Qin Jian every day for the past month and being a dog licker, not to mention how happy I am.

Fu Qingqing is also Fu Chuan's professional course teacher. Her artistic taste and quality are deeply loved by the students in the class. Her teaching attitude is as cold as ever, her words are concise and to the point, and her ability is incomparable. She is much more to the point than the teacher Zhang who originally taught.

Fu Qingqing's attitude towards Fu Chuan returned to the past, without speaking or taking the initiative. Fu Chuan was happy that Fu Qingqing became the same as before, so as not to annoy Fu Chuan like before. Fu Chuan gradually got orders on Picasso's platform, plus Shen Shutang and Yu Ying'er's recommendation and the 2,000 yuan salary from the work-study program were enough for Fu Chuan to last until the end of the college entrance examination, and then apply for state subsidies when he goes to college.

The future is developing towards a better future. Fu Chuan has never felt that life is so free and unconstrained!

During the morning self-study class, the teacher in charge is Fu Qingqing. Fu Qingqing is wearing a white down jacket, with his hands in his pockets, sitting in front of the podium with his head lowered, not knowing what he is thinking about.

Fu Chuan was studying the equation Shen Shutang taught Fu Chuan last Sunday. Fang Kaiwei suddenly sneaked into Fu Chuan's ear: "Brother Chuan, tell me honestly, do you have anything to do with Teacher Fu?" ?”

"Why do you say that?"

"Didn't you notice? When you were doing the questions just now, Teacher Fu secretly looked at you five times! Plus you both have the surname Fu... I'm wondering if you are distant relatives? I can't say that Teacher Fu had a falling out with you before. The female teacher in the Magic City who searched for it must have taken a liking to our young brother Sichuan, haha~"

"I have nothing to do with her."

Fu Chuan did not deliberately deceive Fang Kaiwei, and it was only a matter of time before he severed ties with the Fu family. In Fu Chuan's heart, Fu Qingqing is just a teacher who just gives Fu Chuan professional courses, and nothing else.

As long as Fu Qingqing doesn't disgust Fu Chuan, you can watch it however you like. Fu Chuan won't lose a few pieces of meat anyway.

Now that Fu Chuan said so, Fang Kaiwei saw through it without saying anything, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter."

The bell rang, and the morning self-study had just ended. Tang Qian, the squad leader, walked onto the podium immediately. She was wearing a school uniform, spotless, with a face full of collagen, and an air of youthful romance on her eyebrows. She looked like the sister next door, and she could be said to be from Class 27, the third year of high school. The class beauty is loved by the boys in the class.

"Classmates, Christmas is coming soon. The school has a task for our class to produce a work about Christmas. Students who successfully participate will receive bonus credits. Anyone with ideas can come to me."

After Tang Qian announced the matter, she deliberately came to Fu Chuan: "Classmate Fu Chuan, do you have any ideas to participate?"

"I...forget it."

Credits are dispensable for Fu Chuan. He is not a member of the student union and can run for president. What's more, he is now a senior in high school and many student union members have retired.

"Classmate Fu Chuan, I can see that your skills are the best in our class. Class 28 next door has been competing with our class 27. If you lose, you will not lose. As long as you are willing to participate in this Christmas production, Class 28 will definitely win." Not our opponent.”

It is recognized that Fu Chuan is the best in the class. In order not to make it difficult for Fu Chuan, Tang Qian deliberately lowered her voice.

"It's true, Brother Chuan, those brats in Class 28 are too arrogant. If you don't take action to rectify them yourself, you're afraid that everything will turn upside down."

No one can claim to be able to win Class 28. As the only two painting specialty classes in G City No. 1 Middle School, each class has several outstanding geniuses. Fang Kaiwei only believes that Fu Chuan can defeat him. Squeeze them!

Fu Chuan was helpless. He was reborn and had a lot more experience than the current high school art students. He felt a bit like an adult bullying a child. However, if he had a good relationship with the monitor, anything in the future would be easy to solve... Thinking of this Fu Chuan Chuan nodded: "Okay, then I'll participate."

"Okay, with classmate Fu Chuan here, the people in Class 28 can't be arrogant this time, huh~"

Tang Qian left happily.

Fu Qingqing looked at Fu Chuan with complicated eyes.

Now Fu Chuan has become the focus of the class and has made many new friends.

Fu Qingqing could feel that Fu Chuan was getting further and further away from her, and there was no room for Fu Qingqing beside him.

It hurts...

Fu Qingqing couldn't help but feel distressed.

Fu Ling'er had advised Fu Qingqing not to bow her head and to change back to the way she was before, but she couldn't go back.

Becoming Fu Chuan's teacher, the more I witnessed Fu Chuan's talent and indifference, Fu Qingqing's heart had already lost control of herself!