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"Being slow is just a result. Do you know the reason? You did too few questions. The last big questions are difficult and require time to think. But what about the previous questions? You also spent so much time on them. You should rely on instinct to do these questions. You don't need to think too much. You should write down the answer when you see the question.

OK, after dinner, take a half-hour break and continue doing the chemistry test paper. "

After hearing this, Fang Yifan knew that if he didn't finish the test papers of each subject, including Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, and biology, he would not be able to go home today.

At 6:30 in the evening, when Fang Yifan had finished dinner and was about to start doing his homework, Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan arrived.

"Oh, Song Qian, I'm really sorry to bother you today. I asked you to tutor Fanfan and cook for him. It must be too hard for you."

Tong Wenjie expressed her sincere gratitude.

"You're here now, and you're so polite, bringing so many things with you."

Given the situation today, Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan certainly wouldn't come here empty-handed.

"Fang Yuan and I were shopping in a fruit supermarket and happened to see some fresh durian and mangosteen, so we bought some for you. Fanfan, Yingzi, come and have some fruit." As a frequent visitor to Song Qian's house, Tong Wenjie was not at all shy.

"Thank you Aunt Tong"

I can’t stand the taste of durian, but I like mangosteen very much.

"Mom and Dad, you finally came to save me. I've been doing test papers all day."

The crying child gets candy, so Fang Yifan started to play the victim.

"We've only just started. After you finish eating the fruit, you can start doing the chemistry test. You were too relaxed before. Now is the time to get busy. Wenjie, come here. I have something to tell you."

A strict teacher produces excellent students. This is not only true for Fang Yifan, but also for Tong Wenjie and Song Qian.

"Look, this is the test paper Fang Yifan did today."

"73, 75. Physics is his strong point. Why did he only score this? Fang Yifan has fallen so much."

After reading the test paper handed over by Song Qian, Tong Wenjie shook her head in anger.

"This is the score he got after spending an hour and a half on the test. Later I gave him another 40 minutes. This is the final score."

Song Qian turned the test paper over and gave two more scores.

"95?"

The score was so high that Tong Wenjie could hardly believe it.

"Fanfan is really smart. As long as he is given time, he can solve almost every problem. But because he is too smart, he doesn't like to spend time on studying.

He did too few exercises, so he ran out of time to solve the problems. If you look at his test paper, there are basically no mistakes, and if there are any, they are due to carelessness. All the deductions are because he ran out of time to solve the problems. "

Song Qian told Tong Wenjie what she had learned.

Chapter 99 Art Student

Fang Yifan didn’t know what Song Qian said to Tong Wenjie, but after coming out of the room, her mother felt like she was energized.

Then, from that day on, I was immersed in a sea of ​​examination questions; doing one test paper for each subject every day was just basic work. If the results did not meet Song Qian's requirements, it was only normal to do one or two more.

Seeing Fang Yifan in such a miserable state, Qiao Yingzi was sure that her mother had indeed shown mercy to her.

A month and a half later, Fang Yifan, who had successfully upgraded, was finally able to finish the test within the specified time.

That night, Fang Yuan and his wife came to pick up their baby son as usual.

"Wenjie, come over here and take a look."

Song Qian called Tong Wenjie into her room, turned on the computer, and showed her the chart of Fang Yifan's grades in various subjects that she had recorded during this period.

"Are these the results of Fanfan's recent exams?"

Looking at her rising grades, Tong Wenjie suddenly felt that this happiness came too suddenly.

"Since last week, he has been able to finish the test within the specified time, and his scores are basically above 650, and are still rising steadily. There is still a year left, and as long as he keeps persisting, I think he can really strive for admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University."

When Song Qian said this, she was happy for her best friend, but also a little jealous.

I worked hard, quit my original job, and became a parent to accompany my daughter to study, which is why my daughter has such good grades now. But Tong Wenjie didn't have to worry about anything. She made up her mind to send her son to me, and in just one and a half months, she reaped the same results that she had achieved in many years. It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others.

"You think he can get into Peking University or Tsinghua University?"

A month ago, Tong Wenjie only wanted her son to get into a first-tier university. If that didn't work out, a second-tier university would be acceptable. But now? Song Qian said he could get into Peking University or Tsinghua University.

"Fanfan is a smart kid with a very good ability to handle pressure. Let's put it this way, his ceiling is very high. If you don't push him, you will never know how high he can reach."

After one and a half months of teaching, Song Qian felt that she definitely had a say in Fang Yifan's studies.

"But if we push the child too much, will it affect his physical and mental health?"

Tong Wenjie still feels sorry for her son. Although academic performance is important, it would not be worth it if he ruins his health because of it.

"It may be the case with other children, but your child will definitely not be like this. Look, besides doing push-ups, he also draws sketches for me and Yingzi in his spare time."

Teacher Song took out some captured trophies.

"He drew this, is he that skilled?"

It is true that she has enrolled her son in many interest classes, including music, art and various other classes. But in Tong Wenjie's impression, her son seems to have learned so-so. At least his sketching is definitely not at the level of the current ones.

"Yeah, to be honest, if you let Fanfan become an art student, it would actually be a good choice."

Song Qian suggested.

"As an art student, what do you do after graduation? Become an artist?"

Tong Wenjie obviously looks down on the so-called artists.

"Don't look down on art students. Judging from Fanfan's grades, our goal is definitely to get into the top three schools: the Central Academy of Fine Arts, the China Academy of Art, and the Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. Even if you can't become an artist after graduating from these schools, it's still easy to become a high school teacher."

The reason why Song Qian said this was, of course, because it was Fang Yifan's request; he told Song Qian how much he loved art, but was afraid that Tong Wenjie would not agree, so he wanted to ask her to help test the waters.

I don’t know how long I will stay in this world, because I haven’t received any system tasks so far.

Fang Yifan wanted to have a relaxing college life, so going to an art academy should be a good choice given his master-level art skills. Moreover, it was said that there were many beautiful girls in the art academy.

Looking for a job after graduation?

Isn’t work for making money? Let the dazzling array of treasures in the space tell you, have I ever lacked money? (To realize self-worth, can such a noble person travel through time?)

"Why are you suddenly telling me this?"

Tong Wenjie was surprised to see that his best friend had planned this.

"Your precious son asked me to ask. He wants to be an art student, so he asked me to come to you to get the feel for it."

Afraid that Tong Wenjie would think too much, Song Qian sold Fang Yifan right away.

"Why didn't he tell me himself that he wanted to be an art student?"

Tong Wenjie felt even more puzzled because her son was the kind of person who said whatever he thought.

"Did you ever hit him when he was painting?"

"this?"

Thinking back to when my son didn't do his homework and was drawing cartoon characters, I did say a lot of unpleasant things. Could it be that this is why my son doesn't dare to speak?

"Yes, I guess. So you don't care enough about Fang Yifan. Don't you know what he wants?"

Song Qian must be such a person who can talk about other people's affairs in great detail but turns a blind eye when it comes to himself.

"I need to ask Lao Fang what he thinks about this matter."

Compared with Song Qian, Tong Wenjie is still very democratic. As long as the children like it and have a promising job in the future, she will support it.

"Of course, you should discuss this with Fang Yuan. It would be best if you could find a professional art teacher to take the art exam and have him take a look at Fanfan's art skills. As laymen, our opinions on this matter are not important.

Also, the school training class will start next week. Fanfan has been working hard these days. Let him rest for two days. He doesn’t need to come to my place starting tomorrow.”

When it comes to education, Song Qian is still very rigorous. She believes that alternating between relaxation and work and rest is the right approach.

After returning home late at night, as soon as she entered the bedroom, Tong Wenjie told Fang Yuan that Fang Yifan wanted to become an art student.

"It's not impossible to be an art student, but there are relatively fewer careers to choose from after graduation."

Fang Yuan is a typical cat dad, so of course he couldn't object.

"Fanfan's grades have improved, but I always feel that he has changed a lot during this period. In the past, he would definitely tell us directly about this kind of thing, but now he lets Song Qian come to hint at it. Do you think it's because I often scold him that he is not close to me anymore?"

This is Tong Wenjie's main concern.

"Impossible, Fanfan is a very generous person, how could he be angry with you over such a small matter? He is just getting older, starting to understand things, and starting to consider our feelings."

Fang Yuan is a professional at coaxing people.

"Really?"

"Of course, my son, don't I know him?"

Fang Yuan patted his beer belly and promised.

"But I don't want him to be sensible. I still like him to be heartless as before, telling us whatever he wants."

Parents are such contradictory individuals. One moment they want you to grow up quickly and become sensible quickly; the next moment they want you to be carefree and live like a child.

"The child of a colleague of mine was a candidate for the Fine Arts Examination. He should have the contact information of the teachers who took the examination. How about I take Fanfan to try it out when I have time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

Fang Yuan suggested.

"Well, let's listen to the professional teacher's opinions first. As long as it is indeed possible, we will do it according to Fanfan's wishes."

Fang Yifan is very lucky, he has a happy family.

Chapter 100 Picking up the leaks

Everything has its inertia. After being a good student for a month and a half, Fang Yifan has become accustomed to his current life.

Although I no longer have to go to Song Qian's house for extra lessons, I still get up early, brush my teeth and wash my face.

"Fanfan, you don't have to go to Aunt Song Qian's house for extra lessons today. Why are you getting up so early? Sleep more and have a good rest."

Tong Wenjie felt sorry for her son.

"Mom, I'm kind of used to it."

While Fang Yifan was speaking, he also took out a set of test papers.

"Fanfan, don't do the test yet. Yesterday, your aunt Song Qian told me that you like painting and want to be an art student. Is that true?"

Tong Wenjie decided to communicate with her son calmly and spoke.

"I do have this idea, but I'd rather rely on your opinion. You've always wanted me to get into Tsinghua University, right? Aunt Song Qian said that as long as I continue to work hard on my exams, I still have a chance of getting into Tsinghua University."

In order to play hard to get, Fang Yifan started doing the test paper while talking.

Tong Wenjie is not Song Qian. She feels distressed when the child grows up.

"Mom's opinion is not important. What's important is your thoughts. You like painting. Do you want to be an art student?"

"Um"

Fang Yifan nodded.

"Your dad has taken a day off today. He will take you to find an art teacher. Let's listen to his advice first and then decide whether you want to be an art student, okay?"

Tong Wenjie didn't say everything. If the teacher felt it was inappropriate, she would still have to do the bad thing for the sake of the child's future.

.........

That morning, Fang Yuan took Fang Yifan to a gallery in the suburbs of Beijing; the gallery had three floors, with various paintings displayed on the first and second floors, and the third floor was a college entrance examination art training class.

"Teacher Chen, my name is Fang Yuan, and this is my son Fang Yifan. I just called you."

Led by the front desk clerk, Fang Yuan and Fang Yifan walked into an office.

Chen Qingfeng, a former teacher at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and a nationally renowned painter, resigned due to various reasons including income and opened the Aoki Gallery.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang. Maybe I didn't explain it to you clearly on the phone. I'm sorry to bother you and your child to come here. Because of time constraints, I don't accept students who don't have a basic knowledge of painting."

Chen Qingfeng spoke rather bluntly, probably because he didn't want to waste time.

"Well, Mr. Chen, my son has a good foundation. He has attended many painting training classes and his painting skills are pretty good. And he is here today. Do you think you can give him a chance and let him try?"

Fang Yuan is very good at communication, and after he said this, Chen Qingfeng found it difficult to refuse.

"Can you sketch? Just like them, you have to draw a picture for me in half an hour."

In order not to waste time, Chen Qingfeng led the two into a studio where only four people were painting, and pointed at the fruit plate in front and said to Fang Yifan.