Infinite Waste Pick-up System

He quickly got off the car and pushed it in.    

"Hongzhen Arts Training Center?"    

Liu Fann muttered and asked, "Is your principal called Hong Zhen?"    

The boy had a pair of clear eyes and smiled brightly. "Yes, do you know him?"    

Liu Fann smiled honestly and shook his head.    

He did have a good bro called Hong Zhen when he was in college. Back then, Hong Zhen stood up for him and beat up a teacher. In the end, he was expelled. Later, their contact was cut off.    

It had been four years since this incident. Whenever he thought about it, he would sigh with regret. He always felt that he owed Hong Zhen.    

"Brother, do you still want these three boxes of paper?"    

The boy said shyly, because he saw the two beautiful women behind Liu Fann.    

"Of course!"    

Liu Fann quickly said.    

"Ding! host has obtained a box of discarded painting paper. Reward: 10 million!"    

"Ding! host has obtained a box of discarded drawing paper. Reward: 10 million!"    

"'Ding. . . Host has obtained three discarded painting brushes. Fate Jade Talisman bonus. Reward: Master of Painting title (world-class)! '"    

Master of Painting?    

Liu Fann casually picked up a piece of paper. On it was a drawing of a tightly clenched fist. In his eyes, this was just a sketch. He looked at this drawing with the eyes of a great master.    

With just a glance, Liu Fann could see the flaws and potential strengths of this painting.    

"Zhang Hee, are you giving up? You sold all your paintings. I told you long ago that you are not suitable for painting. "    

At this moment, a male student with long hair and a face full of acne walked out of the training center. His tone was filled with ridicule and contempt.    

Behind him were a few other male students with the same hairstyle. One of them even swung his long hair. . .    

Liu Fann glanced at them and was speechless. Were all boys who studied art like that?    

He really wanted to ask what brand their shampoo was.    

The boy called Zhang Hee beside Liu Fann was not angry. He said lightly, "Bai Qiong, you don't need to care whether I can draw or not. Before I get into the Linhai University, I will not give up. "    

Someone behind Bai Qiong laughed mockingly. "You are just above average in the class. Do you want to go to the Linhai University? Impossible! "    

"That's right. Brother Qiong's talent has been recognized by the principal. He will be going overseas in the future!"    

Bai Qiong was flattered by the boys behind him and became more and more pleased with himself.    

Zhang Hee gritted his teeth and lowered his head silently. With his current strength, no matter how much he argued, it would be useless. He would only become a laughingstock.    

Right at this moment.    

"Zhang Hee, I think these paintings of yours are very good. "    

Liu Fann pointed at the drawings in his hand and said. He looked at Zhang Hee with appreciation.    

Zhang Hee smiled gently. "Thank you, I did not draw well. "    

Bai Qiong laughed coldly and said, "You are just a scavenger. Do you know how to draw? Collect your trash properly. "    

" That's right. How can a vulgar person like him be as good as our aesthetic standards? "    

"After you take the trash, hurry up and leave!"    

Ming Xinyue and Xiaolan who were outside the door revealed a strange expression when they saw this scene. They wanted to laugh but were unable to.    

"He is showing off his ability again. Could it be that he knows how to paint?"    

Ming Xinyue sighed.    

Xiaolan said coldly, "I don't think he must be showing off. He is very powerful. "    

Ming Xinyue revealed a surprised expression.