After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

"Fu Yi's Fu is Tai Fu's Fu, is it easy to Yi?"

Mo Mingxuan smiled lightly: "Of course."

He looked at the young man, wondering if the other party was so happy to know that he took the first place?

Anyone who studies Chinese painting doesn't know Fu Yi's great reputation.

After all, it is not an exaggeration to say that Fu Yi is the master of Chinese painting.

Little did he know that Qi Linqing had already set off a stormy sea at this time.

Fu Yi... Could someone have the same name and surname as himself?

Do not.

It's really me.

His painting skills have also been affirmed by Tang Shaoyue, Mr. Xu Lao and others...

Qi Linqing slowly clenched his fists, some crying and laughing.

It was an indescribable sense of joy. He is surrounded by this haunting.

As a painter, who has never thought of becoming famous? Who wants to spend a lifetime in poverty without anyone knowing?

Before in vain, he also envied Yuan brother.

Don't be envious now. Spread the name of the painting saint to later generations! Absolutely to the extent that people can hide in the quilt in the middle of the night and laugh.

Mo Mingxuan said lovingly: "You have learned the essence of painting saints at such a young age, and you are already very good. Keep on working! In the future, the Chinese painting industry will have a place for you."

Mo Mingxuan didn't know the boy in front of him, the soul of the saint in his mouth floated in his body.

And the other party may have played a tenth of his strength just now.

"good."

The low mute voice of the teenager in the transition period sounded.

At this moment, he even forgot that he was still on the court.

Even the regret of getting the first place in the end and missing the old thing again has never overturned his joyful mood like holding a cloud, soft and full.

It turned out that he became famous after his death.

He is not Fu Yi, the down-and-out, unknown third-rate painter.

He is painting saint Fu Yi.

...

【latest news! Qi Linqing won the national championship of the Ink Cup! ! 】

[Fuck? ! ]

[Cardiac Arrest]

[Shocked my whole family]

[The original poster hopes you know, the rumor is to enter the game]

[Is this something I can trust]

[Repost "People's Daily* The 15th National Ink Cup Chinese Painting Contest Champion, Second Runner-up and Third Runner-up"

"He is the dark horse that broke out!" He is the rising star of the future in the mouth of Master Mo Mingxuan"

"He is the Youngest Chinese Painting Genius"

"Hua Xia Chinese Painting Circle! Someone has a successor"]

[. ]

[Oh my God]

[Help, someone will help me, my face hurts]

[. . . . ]

[I want to say... the cheeks were not so swollen the day the wisdom teeth were extracted]

[who is it! ! ]

[Who is hitting me invisibly (mask of pain)]

[Only my focus is on Master Mo Mingxuan? He is a great boss]

[Qi Linqing is so strong... he can get the first place in the national competition]

[Is he really from the countryside? ? ]

[No doubt, it’s true, I’m going to review "Deformation Plan" now, trying to dig out the growth trajectory of Chinese painting genius]

[But there is no trace of him learning Chinese painting in "Deformation Meter" at all! ! Looks low and earthy emememe, otherwise I wouldn’t have misunderstood him before]

[He is hiding from us, trying to surprise everyone]

[? ]

[Does anyone still remember that the media in City B interviewed him and said that he paints normally...]

[remember]

[People are stupid]

[He might have misunderstood his own strength! ! ! ! ! ]

[Chong ah, Qi Linqing gkd, I don’t want him to enter the smoky entertainment circle anymore. Bye bye, let’s continue painting, I want to see his career line in the Chinese painting industry]

[Me too! ! ]

[Uuuuuu has become his career fan from today]

[Why is there no live broadcast of the national game (cry) I want to see how 707 surpassed the audience and won the first place]

[Whisper bb, I want him to enter the entertainment industry. ]

[Being an idol idol has obviously more materials]

[Jimei upstairs, calm down! ! ]

[Qi Linqing is very good at painting, but apart from his face, he doesn't have the slightest bit of puppets at all! The acting skills are estimated to be difficult to explain in a word]

[Is it not enough to have a face? ]

[Isn’t it enough to have handsome guys? ]

[Isn’t it enough to have a handsome and versatile guy who knows Chinese painting? ]

[...]

[Yes, enough]

[I close the wheat]

Netizens here are chatting enthusiastically under the Weibo of the People's Daily.

On the other hand, Qi Lele's fans rushed to the battlefield from Chaohua, and began to tear up unwillingly.

The root cause of true and false young masters is the conflict of interests.

Qi Lele's brain-dead fans hate Qi Linqing, either, or on the way to hack him.

Qi Linqing was hacked all over the Internet when the "Deformation Meter" hits the air, and their plaza control is indispensable.

[Hehe, isn't it the number one in the youth competition? Look at your excitement]

[A group of people who have never seen the world]

[Our elder brother has piano tenth grade, he played alone at the Austrian Child Piano Competition at the age of 15]

[Ah this, little sister, do you think we don’t know English? ]

[I deliberately Baidu, is the Austrian child piano competition or the children’s competition...]

[Laughing at me hahahahahahaha]

[I am directly speechless]

[The low age and mental retardation of 7LL fans are really not so serious]

[Seconded]

[+1]

...

secondary.

"Qi Linqing won the national championship?!"

"Depend on!"

"God."

"It's so awesome. I didn't think that one day our school would be able to produce this kind of **** character."

"You said I will sign with Qi Linqing later, will he give it?"

...

In Class 18, the boys headed by Jiang Bai were each holding two mobile phones to help with Qi Lele’s brain fans on the Internet, pressing their fingers quickly on the keyboard.

Sister-in-law arrived and all walked away.

To protect my sister-in-law’s reputation, start with me today!

The school leaders and teachers were all surprised and delighted when they learned of this incident.

A student who won the national championship of the Mexican Cup is not harmful to the publicity of the middle school.

Even the enrollment rate for next year is quite useful.

Principal: "Hurry up and take classmate Qi into the school promotional video."

Ji Youguang is not at the scene this time. He was sitting in the office correcting his homework, but when he heard the news, his pen flew away.

"Really? He won the championship?" Ji Youguang patted the table and stood up.

Yi Chaoming: "Yes, you see everything on the Internet is talking about this..."

Seeing Ji Youguang's reddish eye sockets, Yi Chaoming was shuddered for a moment without tears. As for?

"I knew... he was worth it." Ji Youguang took off his black-rimmed glasses and drew out a tissue to wipe his tears.

...

Beauty salon.

Yan Qiongfang was applying a facial mask while complaining to the beautician about her parents’ shortcomings:

"My second son, he doesn't inherit his family property or enter the entertainment industry. He has to toss about some Chinese painting... Hey, what future can this thing have even if he learns it?"

The beautician comforted the woman with a professional smile and reached out to press the woman's face.

At this moment someone walked in with a mobile phone and said, "Mrs. Yan, there is your call."

Yan Qiongfang closed her eyes, asked the beautician to connect to the phone, turned on her mobile phone and put it aside.

Elder Yan's roar came from the other end:

"Linqing won the National Ink Cup National Championship!! If you and your wife don't let him learn to paint, I will pick up a knife to kill someone tomorrow!!!"

Patter.

Yan Qiongfang sat up, unaware that the mask paper fell off her face.

"Have you heard? My son won the national championship!" She clutched the beautician's wrist tightly, her expression excited and proud.

Beautician: "..."

...

A similar situation with Zhenxiang also happened to Qi Yingjun.

The corners of his mouth were upturned, remembering that he had similar emotions last time, when Qi Lele played on stage at the Austrian child piano competition when he was young.

This is the happiness of being a brother.

"Prepare the championship gift for Linqing." Qi Yingjun asked the secretary.

The secretary glanced at the list full of luxury goods, game consoles, etc., and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

How did she feel that the Second Young Master would not like these things now.

Should it be better to give away sets of Chinese painting supplies?

But looking at Mr. Qi’s cold face, the secretary sighed in his heart, but still did not dare to say.

But Qi Hui was unmoved by this. Although he had to send Qi Linqing to learn painting according to the father's request, he felt that the uselessness of Chinese painting could not be corrected in the short term.

However, this also proved that Qi Hui's son could not be useless.

Qi Hui's heart loosened, leaning on the boss's chair and sipping a sip of tea.

When Gan Yishan walked out of the game, he felt a little regretful that he missed the Ink Cup this time.

But she saw her unacceptable future boyfriend holding a bouquet of roses from a distance, standing at the door waiting for herself, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Cheng Te!" She rushed over while beckoning to the other party.

Gentleman Cheng Te stretched out his hand and hugged her, the measure was that he couldn't say that he missed you.

"Have you won the prize?" He snuffed the girl's nose fondly.

Although Gan Yishan felt that this action was a bit cold, he did not show it out of politeness.

She took the flowers and sniffed them, it was very fragrant. The packaging is also very exquisite, and the price is estimated to be expensive.

"Thank you. But I didn't win the prize." Gan Yishan shrugged.

Cheng Te comforted: "It's okay, you are only nineteen years old, and you still have a chance next year."

Gan Yishan: "Yeah, I know."

"Let's go, and take you to a big dinner tonight to celebrate."

Cheng Texu hugged the girl's waist and was about to take her into the car.

Not far away, Qi Linqing was looking at them thoughtfully.

In the original book, Cheng Te is the third male player second only to Qi Yingjun.

He is the second generation of the rich.

Everyone thinks Cheng Te is a careless playboy.

But only Cheng Te knows that he has been pretending to be indelible and will never get the white moonlight and cinnabar mole-Qi Lele.

Cheng Te considers himself especially infatuated and narcissistic. He is willing to do anything for Qi Lele, even if he violates the law.

The original owner was coaxed to go to Macau to gamble, and he also had his hand behind him.

Gan Yishan ran into him this year in his senior year. Just because her appearance is somewhat similar to Qi Lele, she was used as a stand-in by Cheng Te.

The girl's future was a brighter future. Her dream is to be admitted to the Qing American Painting Department and become a teacher.

But in the end, he was personally ruined by Cheng Te, a scumbag pua.

In the end, the original owner committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Gan Yishan is not much better. She tried to commit suicide by slashing her wrist while lying in the bathtub. She was unconscious and spent her life in a mental hospital.

...

As soon as Cheng Te turned around, he saw the calm-eyed teenager standing on the steps.

Cheng Te's pupils shrank sharply.

Why is this guy here? !

He quickly thought that he had said on the Internet that the other party was also coming to participate in the Mexican Cup National Games, and it was probably just a cutscene.

"It's been a long time since I saw my buddies." Cheng Te greeted the other party with a smile.

Qi Linqing walked down the steps and said quietly: "It's really been a long time since I saw you. I think I need to calculate with you the old account to Macau."

The smile on Cheng Te's face gradually disappeared.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow 520, I decided to release Zhong Chen out of the whole sweet plot.

You don’t have to look forward to it, because the author will most likely not be able to write it.