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nTranslator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

nFu Hanchuan put down the test paper and his light gaze landed on Lu Ming.

nLu Ming took a step back. He had a bad feeling.

nHe braced himself and said, “Brother… No, it’s teacher. Reporting to Teacher, I’m Lu Ming, transferred from Class 1.”

nFu Hanchuan raised his hand and looked at his watch.

n“You’re already ten minutes late. Just stand outside.”

nLu Ming: “…”

nIt was too difficult for him.

nTherefore, Lu Ming stood outside for the entire lesson.

nChen Fang placed his desk on the ground. “Brother Lu, I’ll be leaving first. This lesson is for Liang Hua, so I won’t be accompanying you.”

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n“Get lost.”

nLu Ming kicked Chen Fang.

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nAt night, Fu Hanchuan was the one who brought Qin Sheng back to the Qin family.

nWu Chong called Qin Sheng, naturally to recruit Qin Sheng into the Painting Association.

n“Is this Qin Sheng?” Wu Chong asked with a smile on his face. He looked rather wretched.

nQin Sheng furrowed her brows slightly. “Yes.”

n“Student Qin Sheng, on behalf of H City’s Painting Association, I would like to sincerely invite you to join our Association.”

nWu Chong really wanted to invite Qin Sheng to join the Association.

nIn the future, when Qin Sheng became famous, it would be beneficial to the Association. The Association could benefit from Qin Sheng.

nWould A City dare to look down on their Association?

nQin Sheng had never liked trouble, so she rejected without even thinking. “I don’t want to go.”

nWu Chong: “…”

nCouldn’t she be more tactful?

nWu Chong still looked good. “Qin Sheng, may I ask why you don’t want to join?”

n“I have too many things to do, so it’s troublesome.”

nWu Chong fell silent for a moment.

nHe even wanted to nod his head.

nThere were really a lot of things to do in H City’s Painting Association.

nEvery time, he had to recruit members, arrange for people to participate in various painting competitions, teach the Association members how to draw, and have all sorts of social events.

nHe was so busy that his feet could not touch the ground almost every day.

nHowever, since it was Qin Sheng who made this request, and Qin Sheng was a painting genius, as long as he could recruit her into the Association, he had to try his best to meet her conditions.

nWu Chong said with a smile, “It’s no trouble. It’s definitely no trouble. It’s just a name. You don’t have to do anything.”

n“I’m not going.”

nQin Sheng had not relented when she hung up the phone.

nA beeping sound came from the phone.

nWu Chong took a deep breath. If he could forgive, he could forgive. All geniuses had tempers.

nThis Qin Sheng, even if he had to visit the cottage three times, he had to recruit her into the Association.

nOn this side, Qin Sheng put down her phone and turned on her computer.

nHer fingertips lightly clicked the mouse.

nShe logged into the Black Emperor’s web page.

nAfter scrolling through the forum, she arrived at the competition arena and did some small missions.

nNowadays, very few people dared to compete with QS, and they did not want to go up there to be abused.

nAt the same time, many hackers sent private messages to Lu Ming.

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nHandsome, QS is online.

nHandsome, your chance to take revenge is here.

nHandsome, help me torture QS to vent my anger.

nThese hackers also had the mentality of watching a show without thinking too much about it. They hoped that Lu Ming could win, but even if QS won, they would just treat it as watching a battle between experts.

nThus, once Lu Ming went online, he saw a bunch of messages, 99 .

nLu Ming clicked on it and was happy when he saw the messages.

nThis QS was finally online. Otherwise, he would really think that he was a coward.

nLu Ming publicly announced in the world that he wanted to compete with QS.

nThe Most Handsome In the Universe: Come, QS, let’s have another match. This time, I won’t lose again. If I lose again, I’ll be a bastard.

nQin Sheng narrowed her eyes as she looked at the message box that popped up. She typed these two words on the keyboard. “No match..”

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