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Fang Yu channeled his grief and indignation into motivation, pouring it all into his writing.

The brushstrokes danced wildly on the rice paper, twice as fast as before.

Outlining, filling, rendering...

This set of movements is fluid and graceful, exuding the composure and domineering presence of a master.

Teacher Wang stood to the side, watching the deity gradually take shape on the drawing paper. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he kept making "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration.

"Okay! Okay!"

"The skill and spirit in this stroke are even better than the previous one!"

Fang Yu ignored him, focusing all his attention on the Xuan paper in front of him.

Soon, a brand new picture of the God of Wealth was mostly completed.

The God of Wealth in the painting is more lively than the previous one, as if he is about to step out of the painting and hand you a gold ingot.

Just when everyone thought they were about to succeed.

Fang Yu's pen stopped.

The pen tip hovered above the God of Wealth's right eye, less than a centimeter from the paper, yet it hesitated to fall.

He actually stopped at this final step of "adding the finishing touch".

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the pen tip that was hovering there.

Zhao Guifang couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Why did you stop drawing?"

Fang Daqiang was also puzzled.

"Son, what's the rule about leaving half of your drawing intact?"

Teacher Wang was so anxious that she scratched her head and cheeks.

"Xiaoyu! My dear nephew! What are you doing?!"

"Hurry up and add the finishing touches! Once you do, the painting will come alive!"

Fang Yu slowly raised his head and put down his paintbrush.

He looked at Teacher Wang, forcing a forced smile.

"Teacher Wang."

"You said, if I finish this painting..."

"What am I supposed to do if you go back and threaten me with those old, trivial matters again?"

Teacher Wang blushed and retorted stubbornly.

"Where did I threaten you?"

"I was just sharing your funny childhood stories with everyone!"

He said this without any confidence.

The live stream chat was filled with rapidly scrolling comments, but the viewers weren't buying it at all.

[What the hell? These childhood anecdotes are clearly Fang Yu's social mishap file!]

[Teacher Wang's scheme is so clever, I heard it all over Guangdong. He's trying to use his dark past to get a million-dollar painting for free?]

[If this were a popular young idol, they would have sent a lawyer's letter by now. Fang Yu's temper is like that of a bodhisattva descended to earth.]

[We can't let him get away with this! Feather God, he has to pay a price! Otherwise, this dark history will be something you'll be talking about until you're eighty!]

Fang Yu nodded upon hearing this.

"Oh, so you're sharing funny stories."

He paused, picked up another blank sheet of Xuan paper from the table, spread it in front of Teacher Wang, and then pushed the brush and inkstone over to him.

"In that case, you shouldn't just sit idle."

"Please write me a guarantee."

Teacher Wang's eyes widened in surprise.

"A guarantee?"

"What kind of guarantee do you need to write?"

Fang Yu tapped the table, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"I will write this, promising that I will never again share any of my childhood anecdotes in any form or on any occasion."

"The requirements are not high, just 500 words will do."

Teacher Wang immediately lost her temper.

"Nonsense!"

"I'm a retired teacher who dedicated my entire life to teaching!"

"You're giving a junior a guarantee?"

"Do I even care about my face anymore?!"

Fang Yu spread his hands.

"It's okay if you don't write it."

He pointed to the picture of the God of Wealth without eyes.

"Then let's just leave this painting hanging for now."

"I'll consider giving it the eyes when I'm in a better mood, or when I'm sure you have amnesia."

Now it was Teacher Wang's turn to be dumbfounded.

He looked at the exquisitely crafted painting of the God of Wealth on the table, which was just missing the final stroke, and then at Fang Yu's roguish expression. He was filled with conflicting emotions.

On one side was his decades-long dignity as a teacher, and on the other was this priceless masterpiece of calligraphy.

This is like roasting him on a fire!

After a few seconds of internal struggle.

Teacher Wang gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and said resentfully:

"Write! I'll write!"

He sat down at the table angrily, picked up a brush, and looked more like he was about to write a proclamation against a thief than a guarantee.

Seeing this, Fang Yu not only didn't back down, but instead moved closer with his hands behind his back.

He stretched out his finger and tapped it twice on the table.

"Hey, Teacher Wang, wait a minute."

"When writing a guarantee, one must have a proper attitude."

"You need to straighten your back."

"And that pen-holding posture is a bit loose."

"You need to put in force so that the words you write will have power and reflect your determination."

Teacher Wang was so angry that his beard trembled.

Because of the painting, he could only obediently adjust his sitting posture.

Fang Yu was overjoyed.

Hedong in thirty years and Hexi in thirty years.

Back when he was in elementary school, he was often disciplined by Teacher Wang.

This rhetoric is so accurate that even the punctuation is a perfect replica.

The thrill of turning the tables and becoming the master of your own destiny sent shivers down your spine.

"Let's begin."

Fang Yu completely immersed himself in the role of the head of teaching.

"Please keep the paper neat and tidy."

"No typos allowed, no alterations allowed."

"If there's even one wrong word, the whole thing has to be torn up and rewritten."

The veins on Teacher Wang's temples were throbbing.

With trembling hands, he wrote the first character on the rice paper with extreme frustration.

His appearance of enduring humiliation made the viewers in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

What goes around comes around! Teacher Wang, today is your day of reckoning!

[This is hilarious! Fang Yu's move was so ruthless! It's like killing someone by attacking their spirit!]

Wait a minute... guys, stop laughing, something feels off.

[Something's not right. Isn't this just a big star bullying a retired teacher? Isn't that a bit much?]

[Upstairs, are you new here? Bullying? You call this bullying? Can't you use your brain for a second and do some math?]

[Come on, class representative, let me do the math for you: Just now, the Shanghai Emperor offered three million for a picture, but Fang Yu refused to sell. Now, Teacher Wang only needs to write 500 words to get an identical one in return!]

This statement immediately caused an uproar in the live stream, with countless netizens turning into actuaries.

Holy crap! 300 million divided by 500 words... equals 6000 yuan per word?!

[Holy crap! Six thousand gold coins per word? Teacher Wang isn't writing a guarantee, he's printing money!]

Even Nobel laureates in literature don't usually receive this much payment for their work, do they?

Now that I think about it, I suddenly don't feel sorry for Teacher Wang anymore!

[Teacher Wang: I've suffered an utter disgrace! Netizens: Sir, each of your punctuation marks is worth a new phone, you should be secretly happy!]