Zhutian: I have been happy to be a father since I was a child.

Regarding Fangyuan's proposal, Tong Wenjie immediately shook her head and refused:

"No! I told Xiaomeng a few words today, telling her not to be a mistress and not to associate with people like Qiao Weidong. She left angrily."

When Fangyuan heard this, she immediately understood that Tong Wenjie was concerned about Song Qian's feelings.

wrong……

Fangyuan thought of something else, took a stool and sat down, and asked seriously:

"Is your decision not to let Fanfan take the art exam have something to do with this little dream?"

Tong Wenjie nodded and said: "It doesn't matter! This little dream also graduated from an art school, so what? Isn't it just a teacher in a yoga studio, leading a few students without pain, what kind of future can I have?" After Fang Yifan graduates, will he also become a teacher in a yoga studio?"

No matter what people say, it's better than the two of us being unemployed, right?

Fangyuan was a little speechless. He always had no ambitions and thought that being a yoga teacher would be pretty good.

This is also true.

Are children bound to be better than their parents?

Just like Fang Yifan, what if he goes to art school?

After graduation, you will definitely be able to stand out, become a big star and make a lot of money?

Without capital or connections, I will most likely just do ordinary jobs in the future.

It would be great if he could become an excellent dance teacher.

It’s still a small dream that has no future...

She is a well-known art exam training teacher, and she charges one thousand and fifteen dollars per hour, which is less than that.

After a month like this, even if there are only three students and each student takes twenty classes, Xiaomeng's monthly income is close to six figures. This does not include the income from being a yoga teacher, which is already more than Fangyuan and Tong Wenjie. Total previous income.

Can this be called useless?

At noon the next day, it was in the cafeteria of Chunfeng Middle School.

Qiao Yingzi, Huang Zhitao and Wang Yidi sat together for lunch.

Fang Yifan and Lin Leier came to the next table and sat down with their plates in hand.

The latter was eating and thinking about the topic in his mind; while the former had no appetite and was sighing.

Sisters Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao pretended not to hear anything and discussed some of the delicacies made by Sister Lin while eating.

Wang Yidi was quite curious and asked with concern:

"What's going on with you today? Why are you sighing? There are still two months for the exam, are you ready?"

Fang Yifan felt very sad after hearing this: "Why do you always pick up which pot you don't open? I won't take the exam!"

Wang Yidi reminded: "Anyway, you have to think carefully. There is not much time now. If it is later, it will be too late."

Fang Yifan sighed: "It's useless no matter what I think about it. My mother doesn't think highly of me and doesn't support me taking the art exam."

In fact, Tong Wenjie cannot be blamed for this.

With only two months left, it would be hard for normal people to believe that Fang Yifan, a beginner with zero foundation, could cheat all the way and pass the professional exam;

It was indeed cheating...because his goddess Huang Zhitao had never seen him dance before.

Secondly, time is precious. If you fail the art exam, you will definitely fail the college entrance exam.

After all, even if your dance moves are not standard, you can still complete the dance and get a score.

And if you don’t know the college entrance examination questions, you really don’t know how to do it.

Wang Yidi said thankfully: "Fortunately, my mother supports me."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yingzi, who was struggling in her heart, also sighed.

Wang Yidi smiled and said: "Why are you sighing, Yingzi? Haha, did Fang Yifan infect you?"

Qiao Yingzi shook her head and said with some emotion: "I really envy you!"

Wang Qing and Liu Jing are both Qiao Yingzi's ideal mothers.

He was the kind of person she wanted Song Qian to be, but couldn't be.

So she envied Wang Yidi and Ji Yangyang.

Wang Yidi picked up a piece of potato and said seriously: "Why do you envy me? That I have the support of my mother? In fact, I also envy you that you have an uncle to take care of you!"

Qiao Yingzi smiled when he heard this: "You are right, I also have my father's support."

Huang Zhitao fell into silence.

Although she can understand her parents, she still longs for their parents' company.

‘Yes, if my mother doesn’t support me, I can still ask my father to support me! ’

Fang Yifan was inspired.

***

8:30 p.m.

Fangyuan couldn't help Fang Yifan's pleading, so she called Xiaomeng and wanted to ask her to see if this kid had any talent?

However, Xiaomeng didn't answer and even put him on the blacklist.

Fangyuan was not a fool and immediately realized something.

So he called Chen Tao again.

But Chen Tao was concentrating on listening to Teacher Hamabe's Japanese class, so how could he have time to pay attention to Fangyuan?

It wasn't until the next morning that Chen Tao answered his call.

"Haha, Lao Qiao, you went to bed very early last night!"

Fangyuan didn't say anything directly.

"Yes, there was a lot going on yesterday and there were social events in the evening. I drank a little too much and fell asleep as soon as I got home. I didn't even wash my feet."

Chen Tao was perfunctory while helping Teacher Binbian organize the teaching aids.

"Then you have worked really hard, and you deserve to be rich... By the way, can you contact Xiaomeng now? Wenjie said some unpleasant things to her the day before yesterday, and she has stopped answering my calls. I want to call her She apologized and then asked her to show Fang Yifan whether he could take the art exam?"

After accepting Fang Yifan's request, Fangyuan tried to persuade her several times at night, but Tong Wenjie refused.

Fangyuan had no choice but to ask professionals again.

But now there is not much time, so in a hurry he can only look for Xiao Meng.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Chen Tao refused directly: "Xiaomeng was so angry with your Tong Wenjie that she called me and scolded me. Now she's probably still angry with me. How can I contact her?"

Fangyuan laughed dryly: "I'm so sorry, Old Qiao, I didn't expect that Tong Wenjie would say that..."

Chen Tao said calmly: "It's okay, I don't care. On Xiaomeng's side, you have to find a way on your own. I really can't help, and maybe it will be a disservice."

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

That's what he said, but Fangyuan already understood that finding Xiaomeng wouldn't work. The only thing I can do is find another tutor, and do it quickly.

"That's it. I have something else to do later. Let's talk when we have time."

Chen Tao was ready to end the call.

"Okay, you go and do your work first. I'm also going to visit those training classes outside."

No matter what, Fangyuan had to find someone to show Fang Yifan.

Of course it's best if he has talent, but if he doesn't have talent, he can focus on the college entrance examination in the future.

By lunch time, Fangyuan had already visited two training classes.

Those tutors, after watching the video of Fang Yifan dancing on the dance machine, all said that this kid has talent.

Of course, who would think that they earn less?

As for Fangyuan's main concern, that is, whether Fang Yifan can be guaranteed to pass the professional exam in two months...

Who can guarantee this?

Xiaomeng and her college classmates couldn't possibly give this guarantee.

Although he was disappointed, Fangyuan was not incomprehensible.

After all, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

Whether the candidate can pass the exam depends on the candidate's own training results and on-the-spot performance.