Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Meanwhile, Kaoshantun.

With a loud "bang!"

The Fang family's gate was kicked open again.

A figure braved the wind and snow and rushed in.

It was Teacher Wang who had returned after leaving!

He ran so fast that his hat flew off somewhere.

Her gray hair was covered in snowflakes, and one of the buttons on her Zhongshan suit had popped open.

Teacher Wang was panting heavily, his old face flushed red.

But he was clutching several things tightly in his arms.

Two bottles of liquor that Fang Daqiang had just delivered, a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper, and a bag of frozen pears.

"Xiaoyu!"

"My dear nephew!"

He rushed to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and piled all the things he was carrying onto it.

"These are all for you!"

"Please! Get one for the old man too!"

The old man grabbed Fang Yu's wrist, his eyes filled with affection even more than if he were seeing his own father.

"I want that God of Wealth! Exactly the same one!"

Everyone in the room was completely dumbfounded.

After all that, you've been running around like your pants are on fire.

Did you go home to get something, and then come back to ask for a drawing?

Fang Daqiang looked at the two familiar bottles of liquor on the kang (a heated brick bed), and his lips twitched.

"Wait... Old Wang, I just delivered some wine to your house, why did you bring it back?"

"And this roast chicken, you..."

At this moment, Teacher Wang didn't care about saving face. He waved his hand and said urgently:

"Hey Daqiang, don't worry about that!"

He had no time to pay attention to Fang Daqiang; his eyes were fixed on Fang Yu.

"Xiaoyu! What do you think?"

"This old man has never asked anyone for help in his entire life!"

Fang Yu looked at the pile of "generous gifts" in front of him and was delighted.

He leaned back against the pile of quilts and slowly rubbed his wrists.

"Uncle Wang, it's not that I don't want to help you."

Fang Yu sighed, looking helpless.

"Look at me, I've been drawing for so long, my hands are sore and my head is spinning."

"Besides... I remember who said that just now?"

"You're saying my handwriting is only slightly better than a dog's scribbles?"

"Since it's crawling like a dog, how could it possibly meet your approval?"

Teacher Wang's face stiffened.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

[Hahaha! Yu, the vengeful one, is online!]

[Teacher Wang: I just misspoke!]

Karma comes so fast, like a tornado!

Fang Daqiang also added insult to injury from the side.

"Hey Lao Wang, didn't you just put up a printed picture of the God of Wealth at your house?"

"That thing is glittering gold, isn't it better than the painting?"

Teacher Wang stiffened his neck, and spittle flew everywhere.

"Strong my ass!"

"That's just a piece of paper! That's industrial waste! It has no soul!"

"I just got back and tore that thing apart! I even scraped off all the paste!"

"If I don't get the painting today, I'll spend the New Year at your house! I'll stay on the kang (heated brick bed) and not leave!"

Liu Yifei covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

That's ruthless.

To get a painting, someone just tore down the newly pasted talisman sticker?

However, Fang Yu remained unmoved by reason.

"Sir, this really won't work, my hand hurts."

"How about we talk about it tomorrow?"

Seeing Fang Yu's smug expression, Teacher Wang paced around on the ground in frustration.

The soft approach doesn't work?

Row.

So you're going to refuse a toast only to have to suffer the consequences, huh?

Teacher Wang's eyes lit up, and an idea came to her.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Fang Yu".

The title was downgraded from "my dear nephew" to his full name.

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow: "What? You're going to try and steal it?"

"I am a scholar, I do not lay a hand on people."

Teacher Wang said slowly, "But I use my mouth."

His gaze swept over the working drone camera, then looked at Liu Yifei beside him, who was looking on with curiosity, and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves:

"Ladies and gentlemen, and also the great star Liu, you might not know him, right?"

"Our talented son, Fang, did something truly earth-shattering when he was in second grade!"

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

This old man is up to no good!

"Uncle Wang, let's talk this out..."

"Too late!"

Teacher Wang didn't give him a chance at all, speaking extremely fast.

"After finishing his science class back then, this kid learned what electricity was."

"Then he grabbed a nail and shoved it directly into the electrical outlet on the classroom wall!"

"He got a jolt from the electric shock, and guess what happened?"

"Not only did he not cry, but he also turned to his deskmate and said: 'Oh my god, this thing feels so tingly and fun to touch!'"

"As a result! He managed to get more than half of the boys in the class to line up and touch that nail!"

"They were all getting electrocuted so badly their hair was standing on end, and they were still laughing their heads off! In the end, they blew all the fuses in the school!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Holy crap, hahaha!]

[Line up to touch an electric shock?! This is the real Thunder King!]

[Potentially a leader since childhood, and a master at instigating reckless actions!]

[The imagery is so vivid! A bunch of little girls lining up to experience getting an electric shock—no wonder Fang Yu would do something like that!]

Liu Yifei laughed so hard she slapped her thigh, tears streaming down her face.

Fang Yu's face turned green, and he was about to get up to stop him.

With a nimble movement, Teacher Wang dodged to the end of the kang (a heated brick bed) and continued his passionate delivery:

"That's not all!"

"This kid was picking his nose like crazy during my third-grade Chinese class, and he actually ruptured his nasal passage!"

"Should a normal child raise their hand and tell the teacher if they have a nosebleed?"

"No! He was afraid of being scolded, so he stubbornly tilted his head back and swallowed all the blood!"

"He forced himself to swallow half a class period of blood! Until he was so full from drinking blood that he couldn't swallow anymore, he raised his hand, stood up, and said to me: 'Teacher Wang, I'm too full, I feel like throwing up.'"

"Before I could even react to what he'd eaten, he suddenly vomited blood all over the entire desk!"

Teacher Wang became more and more excited as she spoke, gesturing wildly.

"The scene was like a murder scene!"

"The two female students in the front row were so frightened that they rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot!"

"I almost pulled out my nitroglycerin pills!"

"After being taken to the clinic for a checkup, they found nothing wrong; he was just overeating!"

"uncle!!!"

A scream echoed through the sky.

Fang Yu launched himself off the kang (a heated brick bed) and pounced on his prey like a hungry tiger, covering Teacher Wang's mouth tightly.

"Stop talking! Please stop talking!"

"I'll draw! I'll draw right now!"

"I'll draw as many Gods of Wealth as you want! I'll even draw your whole family as Gods of Wealth!"

Fang Yu's face turned completely red; it was truly a scene of social embarrassment.

His illustrious reputation!

He's so concerned about maintaining his image!

The live stream was completely flooded with comments, the screen filled with "hahahaha".

[God's fucking full! That's your own blood, Fang Yu!!!]

[This is hilarious! He drank his own blood until he was full. What kind of ruthless person is this?]

[Imagine the psychological trauma inflicted on Teacher Wang and the girl in front of him, hahaha!]

This isn't just a brat, this is a reincarnation of a bloodthirsty monster!

Teacher Wang's mouth was covered, leaving only his eyes visible, which gleamed with the light of victory.

He made two soft noises, signaling Fang Yu to let go.

Fang Yu cautiously released his grip.

"We agreed that this would end here; cut that last part out and don't broadcast it!"

Teacher Wang straightened her disheveled collar and gave a haughty snort:

"That depends on whether you put sincerity into your painting."

"After all, I have a whole bunch of things on my mind."

"for example……"

"Give me a pen!!"

Fang Yu roared in anger, filled with grief and indignation.

"Ink, paper, please! I'll show you what sincerity really is!"