I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

The fact that his fiancé absconded with a luxury car had already frustrated Fu Zhun.

He froze in place, unable to recover for a while.

But at this time, there are people in the know adding fuel to the fire.

"What? Mr. Fu's car was stolen?" Jiang Suinian, who was passing by, felt a little strange when he saw Fu Zhun's aggrieved appearance.

Seeing him, Fu Zhun squinted his eyes, and retorted unhappily: "Can this be called stealing? How can what your fiancé does be called stealing?"

When Fu Zhun was taking pictures today, he said "brother" on the left and "fiancé" on the right, which made Lu Shenhao and Jiang Suinian's ears feel callused.

Now he was showing off again, Lu Shenhao waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I know you are going to get married, I really don't have to talk about it all day, I'm tired of hearing you say you don't bother me."

"It's none of my business if you're tired of hearing it." Fu Zhun was very angry now, and he didn't know who to vent it to, so he could only vent it on Lu Shenhao's head who hit the gun.

When the group of them heard that Teacher Fu got angry, none of them dared to say anything, so they could only get in the car and run away.

In a blink of an eye, only Jiang Suinian and Lu Shenhao, who are not afraid of death, are left.

"Hello." Fu Zhun called Jiang Suinian who was about to get into the car, and hinted: "Your teacher Cen took good care of you, right? Are you going to repay me?"

"Huh?" Jiang Suinian came back to his senses, pretending not to understand what Fu Zhun was saying, and nodded slightly, "I will thank Teacher Cen."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"There is a rare opportunity in front of you, don't you hurry up and seize it?" Fu Zhun hinted frantically without giving up.

Lu Shenhao, who was sitting by the car window, was so annoyed by him, he immediately turned on the taunting mode: "Mr. Cen is really good at teaching, and he doesn't even leave you the money for the taxi, right?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

No one would believe it, but Mr. Fu Zhunfu, who is well-known in the art world, is standing in front of a nanny car at this moment, and started a journey of scolding with the captain of the newly promoted boy group Boyhood through the car window.

The two of you said one sentence to another, from I have a big brother to wishing you a happy breakup, every word wept blood, and every sentence punished my heart.

It fooled everyone in the car.

Just at this moment, Cen Xiao found out with conscience, and drove back to pick up Fu Zhun.

As soon as he drove into the parking lot and turned a corner, he saw Fu Zhun standing beside a nanny car from a long distance, talking to the people in the car.

The whole person exudes an aura of anger and resentment.

Like a spoiled little princess.

Thinking of his coquettish operations today, Cen Xiao's head began to ache again.

Worried that Fu Zhun would speak out again, he couldn't help but honked the horn twice in their direction.

Fu Zhun glanced at it, and was stunned when he saw the familiar model.

Although Cen Xiao closed the hood that pulled the wind, Fu Zhun could still recognize it.

After reacting, a smile spread across his lips, and he waved his hands at the people in the nanny's car: "My family is here to pick me up, let's go first."

"No way, no way to make up after a quarrel? Keep arguing if you can." Lu Shenhao shouted out of the window watching the excitement.

These words were so loud that even Cen Xiao could hear them.

However, Fu Zhun didn't bother to turn his head back to talk to him, and walked towards Cen Xiao.

"Come pick me up?" Fu Zhun seemed to have forgotten who drove his car away, and started to laugh as soon as he got in the car.

Seeing his reaction, Cen Xiao glanced at him suspiciously.

The little princess who held grudges every day suddenly stopped holding grudges today, and Cen Xiao suddenly felt something was wrong.

I always feel that there is a feeling that the mountains and rain are about to come and the wind is full of the building.

He suppressed the suspicion on his face, coughed lightly and replied, "Yes."

There was no mention of driving his car away in the afternoon.

Sure enough, hearing that he didn't seem to take the initiative to admit his mistake, Fu Zhun suddenly smiled: "That brother really has a conscience."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He inexplicably heard a hint of resentment from this sentence.

Cen Xiao suddenly felt guilty and remained silent.

Fortunately, his face was taut, and his expression was still as usual, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that this avoidance made Fu Zhun very upset.

He endured it all the way home, but he didn't get an explanation from Cen Xiao.

The man even wanted to get into the bathroom and take a shower as if nothing had happened.

Fu Zhun was too familiar with this routine, and he just wanted to let him cool down for a few minutes, and the matter was over.

Fu Zhun sneered, and the moment he wanted to open the bathroom door, he grabbed his hand and pulled him back: "Brother."

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao felt that something was wrong when he heard him start tea.

He shook his hand, trying to break free from Fu Zhun's grasp, but he held on tightly.

After struggling for a long time, Cen Xiao finally had no choice but to give up, sighed and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Why didn't you wait for me today?" Fu Zhun narrowed his eyes slightly, as if examining him.

If he let Cen Xiao casually muddle through those trivial matters in the past, that's fine.

But he lost his identity in front of Jiang Suinian and Lu Shenhao today, and he was already full of anger.

However, Cen Xiao didn't know how to coax him.

It made him a little pissed off.

Cen Xiao obviously also saw that he was blowing his hair. After a while of silence, he finally came up with a bad reason: "There was something at that time."

There is no one who is perfunctory like this.

Fu Zhun just laughed angrily.

His smile made Cen Xiao feel bad all night.

At first, Cen Xiao was able to argue with him a few words, and blamed the shameful invitation.

However, as time went on, Cen Xiao became more and more powerless to refute, and even didn't want to open his mouth to refute.

He could only grit his teeth and bury his face in the pillow.

In the end, he even heard Fu Zhun still asking, "Brother."

"Don't call me scared." Cen Xiao buried his head on the pillow and said sullenly.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Zhun was stunned for a moment, and swallowed back the question he wanted to ask.

After reacting, he suddenly laughed out loud, leaned forward again, and whispered in his ear: "Brother."

"..." This time Cen Xiao completely decided to hold the pillow and pretend to be dead.

But Fu Zhun still yelled at him over and over again as if he couldn't shout enough.

Cen Xiao buried his face in the pillow for a long time, and he finally lifted it up to take a breath of fresh air, but he was moaned by Fu Zhun again, and he buried himself down powerlessly.

"Brother." Fu Zhun pecked lightly on the back of his neck.

Cen Xiao shook his head, trying to shake him off, but Fu Zhun was like a sticky candy, following wherever he hid.

In the end, Cen Xiao was so annoyed that he punched him with his backhand.

In the end, it was himself who was affected.

In the dimness, Cen Xiao heard Fu Zhun ask him a question that seemed to be resentful——

"elder brother."

"Is that pink invitation really ugly?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao tightened his fingertips gripping the pillow, and replied in a low voice trembling: "It's not ugly."

……

The next morning, Cen Xiao was woken up by a phone call.

He has too many things to deal with recently, and he is worried about urgent matters, so he has not turned off the phone and muted it.

This made Fu Zhun a little unhappy.

He lay on his back on the bed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and grunted reluctantly, as if releasing his anger for getting up.

Cen Xiao was still looking for his mobile phone, seeing how good he was when he got a bargain like this, he immediately became angry.

He directly reached out and pinched Fu Zhun's nose, and asked, "Where is my cell phone?"

"In the jeans." Fu Zhun became honest instantly after being pinched.

Seeing that he stopped humming, Cen Xiao went to take out the phone.

This time it was Cen Qin's call.

During the time when Cen Xiao was frequently on the trending searches, Cen Qin also called to ask him about his situation.

Cen Xiao told him that he wanted to quit the circle.

At that time, Cen Qin asked him a question: "Then is there anything else you want to do?"

Cen Xiao was instantly dumbfounded by his question.

"Haven't you imagined your life after retiring?" Cen Qin sounded confused at that time, as if he couldn't understand why Cen Xiao had no idea now.

"Think about it." For some reason, Cen Xiao felt a little guilty, he hesitated for a while before saying, "I want to relax first."

"It's understandable, I was the same as you at the time." Cen Qin pondered for a moment, "What about after relaxing? Do you have a plan?"

What should come will still come, this question cannot be avoided, Cen Xiao can only answer truthfully: "Not yet."

"Xiao Xiao, you can't do this." Cen Qin sighed, "You don't like this industry, you don't want to be an artist, there is nothing wrong with retiring, it is the same nature as other people's resignation."

"But you can't do nothing."

"At least find something you like."

During that call, Cen Qin didn't force him to give an answer immediately, but gave him some time to think.

It's been quite a while now, before Cen Qin came to seriously ask him this question.

"Xiao Xiao, have you figured it out?" Cen Qin's tone still sounded calm, as if he had no temper: "There should be plenty of time."

"Yes." Cen Xiao nestled under the quilt again, hesitated for a moment before slowly answering: "I should go to school."

Fu Zhun at the side was almost awake, listening to Cen Xiao's answer all the time.

It was obviously the first time he had heard Cen Xiao mention this matter, so he couldn't help but startled, and looked at Cen Xiao inexplicably.

However, Cen Xiao didn't notice, and was still concentrating on calling Cen Qin.

"It's good to go to school." Cen Qin obviously remembered the incident that Cen Xiao failed to get into Huaying, "What do you want to study? Where do you want to study?"

Cen Xiao hadn't figured this out yet, so he could only confess, "I haven't figured it out yet."

"Well, it's okay, it's not a big problem." Cen Qin felt that this was a major event in his life, so he didn't force him to ask, but said: "Then think about it carefully, after all, you will be linked to this for the rest of your life."

"Yeah." Cen Xiao nodded lightly where he couldn't see, and ended the call after exchanging a few pleasantries.

Fu Zhun, who was at the side, had the opportunity to speak, and without asking anything else, he directly picked up the topic of Cen Qin, and said straight to the point: "What do you want to learn? I can help you look at the school."

Cen Xiao pretended that he hadn't listened carefully just now, and after putting down his phone, he casually said, "I want to learn how to raise pigs."

"Really?" Fu Zhun didn't expect him to have the idea of ​​opening a breeding farm, and he was shocked.

My mind began to frantically recall who I knew who raised pigs.

But after thinking about it for a while, he realized that he had never even been to a vegetable market, let alone knew anyone in a pig farm.

Seeing Fu Zhun's serious question, Cen Xiao was speechless for a moment: "..."

"Fake, didn't you just say it?" Cen Xiao glanced at him indifferently, "I didn't think about it."

"Then you," Fu Zhun paused, suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively, "Are you considering learning sculpture?"

Hearing this, Cen Xiao was also stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I see that every time you came to the studio before, you seemed to be more interested in those plaster statues." Fu Zhun recalled that Cen Xiao used to say that he liked playing with mud when he was a child, and suddenly came up with an idea.

After being reminded by him, Cen Xiao suddenly fell into deep thought.

He really didn't think about learning this.

When I was young, playing with mud and kneading plasticine was also very thoroughly stopped by Meng Zhen.

Now that he's grown up and let him play this game, he's suddenly a little embarrassed.

But Fu Zhun said sternly: "This is an art, why are you embarrassed?"

He even kindly offered to help: "And I can model for you, for free."

"?"

"Naked."

"??"

"I'm not embarrassed at all, what are you embarrassed about?"

"???"

After being dumb for a while, Cen Xiao suddenly laughed out loud: "This is your real purpose."

"No way." Fu Zhun snorted lightly, and said solemnly: "I am dedicated to art, I hope you can also have this kind of awareness."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Originally, Cen Xiao just thought of Fu Zhun as a casual idea, and he didn't notice anything wrong.

Unexpectedly, when he left the country one day, he would find out that Fu Zhun had already planned to trick him out for a long time at that time.

It's called a field trip to the school, but it's actually taking him out to get a certificate.

By the way, I took him to meet some foreign friends, and went around his gallery.

Cen Xiao followed him into the gallery door expressionlessly, with an unhappy look of being calculated.

However, Fu Zhun still excitedly led him in, and pushed open the door of the innermost small room.

It seemed to be his studio, as soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of paint came over his face.

There are several easels inside, and painting tools are scattered around.

But this doesn't seem to be the point for Fu Zhun.

He didn't intend to introduce these things to Cen Xiao at all.

In his opinion, it seems that the air conditioner in the corner is the most important thing.

Fu Zhun actually started to introduce the air conditioner seriously: "Look at this air conditioner."

Cen Xiao: "???"

"What?" Cen Xiao bypassed all kinds of painting tools and walked in front of the air conditioner, looking at the air conditioner that was no different from domestic ones, asked incredulously, "Don't tell me you made it."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fu Zhunquan pretended not to hear his nonsense, skipped his topic, and continued: "Do you know what this air conditioner means? Does it have a heavy mission?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Xiao looked at him like he was looking at a fool, but he answered his inexplicable question cooperatively: "Does it mean that washing the palette won't be cold?"

"Wrong." Fu Zhun shook his head solemnly, and said the most shocking thoughts in his heart——

"It means that you will not be cold to dedicate yourself to art."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He froze for a moment, unable to realize what he meant by that.

Until he suddenly remembered the unserious phrase "Dedicated to art" that Fu Zhun said some time ago.

After Cen Xiao regained his composure, he only said one word: "Get lost."