Chapter 195 If you treat me like a junior high school student, you will suffer a great loss

Li Yan originally thought that this sentence would leave the three adults dumbfounded and give them a little shock.

Unexpectedly, Qi Delong just laughed, glanced at Li Yan, and clinked glasses with Yang Chengzhang, "Teacher Yang, your little disciple is still a little arrogant, not bad."

Next, the scene that Li Yan expected, where Yang Chengzhang would righteously stand up for his beloved disciple, did not appear.

The master, who was already drunk and intoxicated, just laughed heartily, "Young people are full of vigor, how wonderful."

Afterwards, they continued to clink glasses, and even Xie Lihua introduced the soft-boiled shrimps that were served with a smile. The topic suddenly turned into a special topic for gourmets, and the tit-for-tat just now seemed to have never existed.

Li Yan's statement also seemed to have never existed.

Seeing that the two of them were already talking about Yang Chengzhang's son who was devoted to business, Li Yan thought about it again and again and chose to remain silent.

No matter what you say at this time, it will be of little use and will instead cause Yang Chengzhang to lose face.

No matter what, Red Dragon is the number one gallery in the country. The sales of Yang Chengzhang’s six-figure paintings were inseparable from the operation of Red Dragon.

If Li Yan was really full of youthful vigor, he might have insisted on expressing his attitude of "not being a ghostwriter" and even said something like "You Red Dragons are nothing if you don't understand art."

But he is not. He knows that no matter how strong his current ability is, compared to the level of a "junior high school student", he is already very awesome. In the eyes of Hong Long and even Yang Chengzhang, he has only one identity - Yang Chengzhang's apprentice.

Only this identity is valuable to them. As for the 759 points in the final exam...

"She is a very good student."

This is the definition that Qi Delong gave to Li Yan after he got a little tipsy and was inspired by Yang Chengzhang's praise again.

Li Yan happily enjoyed the various dishes that were not on the menu, but she felt a burning fire in her heart...

Ding!
[Cooking +2, Level 36 skill, total ]

This interrupted him, but he had to be happy for a moment before continuing the fire that was burning.

He was restricted by his identity as a "junior high school student". In the eyes of the bigwigs in society, the most valuable thing about Li Yan was his future possibilities. But possibilities are just possibilities after all. If he wanted to expand his stage from New Taipei No. 1 Middle School, he would need some solid achievements.

At present, the level of Chinese language skills is the highest, and judging by the achievements, they should also be the best.

Whether it is online articles or articles published in various newspapers and periodicals, there is no restriction on "junior high school students" or even "students".

That is why the article he published in New Taipei Literary Weekly continues to have an impact until now.

That is a publication for writers.

Li Yan gritted her teeth and chewed the snail slices in her mouth into pieces.

His greatest advantage is his omnipotence. When he has many impressive achievements in one person, it is not the achievements themselves that shine but himself.

The various manuscripts for the competition are still waiting for selection, the multiple story lines and various foreshadowings of the online articles are being promoted, the music records are also being produced in full swing, and the provincial selection for the Informatics Olympiad will begin on May 1st...

There are also smartphones with longer fronts and bigger goals - of course, it won't be done alone, but Li Yan hopes to become a key link or even a leader.

Anyone who treats me like a high school student will suffer a great loss.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Yang Chengzhang unexpectedly got into the car and said goodbye to the two people from the Red Dragon Gallery. Suddenly, he steadied himself.

He was actually still awake.

"Are you unhappy today?" Yang Chengzhang asked.

"Not really happy." Li Yan replied indifferently.

"Li Yan, you don't understand the art world yet." Yang Chengzhang was not worried about being heard by the designated driver. "You have the talent, but you need to get collectors interested first. Only when they are interested will they start studying your paintings."

Li Yan did not respond.

Yang Chengzhang sighed softly, "It's not easy to borrow my name. I'm not acting as a ghostwriter. If the auction can really be successful, I don't care about such a small amount of money. I want to pave the way for you. When the time is right, I will push you to the front."

"That hyper-realistic picture of grapes with water drops you showed me wasn't drawn by you, right?"

"A very capable student, and I wanted to help him succeed."

"Ever? Not in the end?"

"No." Yang Chengzhang exhaled a breath of alcohol, "He doesn't want to wait."

Not willing to wait... or can't wait?

Li Yan did not intend to speculate too much, and just said: "Master, when I said tonight that I rejected this way of cooperation, I was looking forward to your support."

Yang Chengzhang smiled and waved his hands, "You kid, aren't you shocked by the price of my painting?" "That's Red Dragon's masterpiece, right?"

"As long as you understand." Yang Chengzhang patted Li Yan's hand.

"The pursuit of art is not contradictory to the pursuit of material things." Li Yan looked at the flashing lights outside the car window, "I understand that, too. But do you think that the price of Red Dragon is a weight that can definitely make me excited?"

Yang Chengzhang didn't expect this to be the question. After thinking for a long time, he fell silent.

Isn’t the temptation of a painting worth hundreds of thousands enough for a junior high school student?
He thought Li Yan would ask a question like "Isn't art important?" and had prepared a speech on the value of art, but in the end he never had the chance to deliver it.

Yang Chengzhang blinked twice, "It seems that I am drunk. I used to see you as my grandson, but now you see you as my son."

"You're drunk."

"Artistic pursuits and material pursuits are not contradictory, good boy," he said with a smile, "where does such a profound understanding come from?"

"Middle school students think about life a lot," Li Yan also smiled, "even when they grow up, they may not be able to think as deeply as they did in junior high school, because their brains have completely become shaped by interests."

"Are all children who read a lot of books like you? The young are to be feared."

Perhaps it was the alcohol that took effect after all. Yang Chengzhang muttered, leaned his head back and fell asleep.

"The Red Dragon will need my name." Li Yan just said lightly.

When the car arrived at New Taipei No. 1 Middle School, Li Yan got off first, and the driver took Yang Chengzhang back to his villa.

It was nine o'clock in the evening. Normally, no one would be in or out of the school at this time, and even the lights at the small gate were not on.

The security guard who was concentrating on reading a newspaper vaguely felt that something was wrong. When he looked up, he saw a face against the glass looking at him. He was frightened out of his wits.

"You, you, you..." The security guard took a closer look and recognized that it was Li Yan. "Li Yan, right? It's late at night, go back quickly."

"Uncle, what do you think of the article "On the Growth of Citizen Consciousness"? "

"Oh, you watched it too?" The security guard breathed a sigh of relief. "It's OK. I can understand it. As long as it speaks to us ordinary people, it's good."

That's a really simple point of view.

"That's good, I'll write more."

"Huh?" The security guard didn't understand and just looked at the signature of the article again. "It was obviously written by Tang Fei."

Li Yan didn't say anything, and Xiaoxiao prepared to go back to the dormitory.

"Wait a minute, there's a delivery." The security guard took out a box from the drawer, "Chuangzu, you also bought this phone!"

"You know?"

"Of course. I sit here every day and read the newspaper. I know a lot."

After such a long time, the cell phone finally arrived. Li Yan was very excited. What he was looking forward to was not the cell phone itself, but some blocked memories that it might awaken.

This made him feel more like a reborn person.

The roommates were still studying at night, and the entire dormitory building was very quiet. Before unpacking his phone, Li Yan turned on his computer, ready to record information at any time - but there was no need to do so, as his memory was not good enough for him to forget things easily.

But I saw my roommates discussing him in the dormitory group. The topic was what he had been doing since he didn't return to the dormitory before six o'clock.

The conclusion is: remember to report safety next time.

Li Yan felt warm in the heart and replied: I have returned to the dormitory. I appreciate your concern.

Chen Fan replied immediately: We just want to know if you went to eat good food and if you thought about your brothers.

Damn, are you ashamed of me?
Li Yan: We have runny shrimps. I forgot to bring one for each of you.

This sentence actually made them all burst out, and they exclaimed “Oh my God” one after another.

Zhu Qinglun is more honest: So what is a rich shrimp? What is a soft-boiled shrimp?
Li Yan replied with a smile: We are studying at night, are you all playing with your phones?
Then one after another, “It’s all Chen Fan’s fault for asking us to watch it.”

However, the dormitory group soon fell silent again. This group of people have top-notch self-control. They only look at their phones for a moment.

Li Yan finally opened the package carefully and took out the heavy Chuangzu W8.

He pressed and held the lock screen button, and the moment the phone turned on, it was as if he was traveling through time and space. He finally pulled out a memory from the fog, which belonged to 2011.

(End of this chapter)