Xiao Huanxi: I am Fang Yifan

“Do you know what Teacher Li said when I went to school today?

To Fang Yifan squat class, squat class, it sounds good, isn’t it repeating grades?

On the way back, your son said that he would change to an art student, saying that he could be admitted to a key university in the art exam!

Listen, how confident is your son?

People who start learning piano and dance at the age of six or seven may not be able to get in, and he wants to surpass others for more than ten years in one year!

Peerless genius, I don’t even know that my son still has this talent!

Do you know this daddy?

And just now, you heard, daughter-in-law?

What a cow, just in the third year of high school, he fell in love early and wanted to bring me a daughter-in-law back!

I said how his grades fell so badly, the root is here! ”

Tong Wenjie had a cold face, turned her gaze from her husband Fang Yuan, turned her gaze to her son Fang Yifan, and continued to roar:

“Fang Yifan, you are really present, don’t just bring a daughter-in-law back.

You even brought your grandson back with me.

I’m a person who can still look up at you…”

The father and son shivered in Fang’s mother Tong Wenjie’s furious rage.

After a while, Tong Wenjie’s throat was a little hoarse, and then he gasped and pointed at Fang Yifan and said

“Now, you make it clear to me.”

“The matter of turning into an art student, the matter of declining grades, and what daughter-in-law, you will explain it all to me.”

“Okay mom, I’ll say, you rest first, drink saliva, weird tired!”

Fang Yifan hurriedly poured a glass of water for Tong Wenjie.

“What to drink, I’m dying of anger, and drink water?”

“You give me a drink of dichlorvos, once I die, you will both be easy.”

“Your father can also find you a young stepmother, and the family of three is happy.”

“I’m underground, laughing at the nine springs.”

Tong Wenjie’s anger was even greater.

“No, daughter-in-law, I definitely don’t mean this, if my son is gone, we will regenerate, I can’t do without you.”

Fang’s father Fang Yuan listened to it on the side, feeling that he was shot while lying down, and quickly came out to solemnly assure.

Fang Yifan looked at Fang Yuan.

You’re forty-five and still want to have a second child?

Too late, right?

“Ding, ask the host to complete the task, convince your parents, turn into an art school student, completely change the line of destiny, and win the god-level talent lottery.”

In Fang Yifan’s mind, the system sent out a reminder.

“Mom, let’s talk about turning into an art exam first, you wait for me to bring a small blackboard over”

Fang Yifan is quite calm, there are things to solve, there are difficulties, and they must be overcome.

He took a small blackboard from his room, on which a black signal pen was writing.

“First of all, let’s talk about whether the art test is reliable or not.”

“Ordinary undergraduate students pass the line at about 500 points, and if you take the art test, it is about 350.”

“With my ability, it is difficult to pass five hundred in the third year of high school, but more than four hundred is absolutely fine.”

“But even if it barely passes five hundred, it is only a three-book, and there is no competitiveness after graduation.”

“But as long as you can pass the art exam, it is not impossible for key art universities.”

Fang Yifan tapped the numbers 500 and 350 on the blackboard with a marker pen and talked.

The task of the system is to turn into an art school student.

He had to use the strongest language to convince his parents, otherwise the school would not have allowed him to switch to an art student.

It is impossible for him to tell Fang’s father and mother that he has a system, and it should be no problem to take an art school.

Fang’s father and mother are ordinary people, and he can only communicate in a way that ordinary people can understand.

Finally, get their understanding and support, the difficulty is hellish.

“What the child said seems to make sense!” Fang Yuan poked his wife Tong Wenjie beside him and muttered in a low voice.

Tong Wenjie coldly glanced at Fang Yuan, and barely suppressed his anger.

She felt hopeless, but she couldn’t even give her son a chance to fully express her thoughts.

“The art test is roughly divided into seven categories, and I wrote them all.”

“The four major categories of music, dance, art, and drama are indeed like my mother said, and there is hope only from elementary school.”

“The remaining three categories, acting, choreographing, and broadcasting and hosting, are all eating talented meals.”

As Fang Yifan was speaking, Fang’s father suddenly realized, and said stupidly next to him:

“Good performance, our son is so handsome!”

“As long as the teacher is not blind, he will definitely be able to pass, and then we will have a star son.”

“Huh!” Tong Wenjie pouted, but there were a few more thoughts in her heart.

She ignored it before, and as soon as she listened to the art test, she went to music and dance.

The performance and broadcast host, one looks at the face, the other looks at the voice, it is indeed to see whether God rewards or not.

His son Fang Yifan, in terms of appearance, she really has some confidence, and her voice can be asked by someone.

“Acting and broadcasting, you need to go to a specialized agency to consult and test to know if you have this talent.”

“I didn’t have any money before, so I didn’t think about it, so I only had the path of choreography.”

“What is choreography, creation and choreography, thought inspiration is the key.”

“During this time, I put a little effort into this area, and I feel that I still have a bit of talent.”

“No matter how nice I say, you may not believe it.”

“Why don’t I edit a short video now, you guys take a look?”

After Fang Yifan finished speaking, he calmly looked at Fang’s mother Tong Wenjie.

“Good!” Tong Wenjie nodded, she felt that her son in front of her was a little strange.

The anger in her heart actually dissipated most of it in her son’s well-founded speech.

Whether it succeeds or not, at least his son Fang Yifan is really working hard.

In her junior year of high school, Ken worked hard to get into a good university, which in her opinion was more important than anything else….

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PS: The sixth change, and two more are sent….