When the Young Master Fakes His Death, His Sisters Panic

The next day.

Fu Chuan went downstairs to have breakfast.

Brother Fu Chuan, good morning.

Fu Zichen took the initiative to greet Fu Chuan.

Fu Chuan nodded, found a seat in the corner, ate bread and drank milk.

He didn't look at Fu Ling'er and Fu Qingqing again.

Fu Ling'er was reading the newspaper and noticed Fu Chuan's change, but said nothing.

So fine.

Fu Chuan did not flatter Fu Ling'er as deliberately as before, which made Fu Ling'er feel irritated.

As for Fu Qingqing, now that she bumped into Fu Chuan, she was extremely embarrassed thinking about what happened last night.

Finally, after coughing a few times and thinking again and again, I picked up an egg and started peeling it.

After Fu Qingqing peeled it off, Fu Zichen thought Fu Qingqing was going to give it to him and was waiting for Fu Qingqing to speak.

As a result, Fu Qingqing held the egg in her hand for a full minute before speaking: Fu Chuan, this egg...

I'm full and go to school.

Fu Chuan stood up, took his schoolbag, and left directly.

Not a single moment of pause.

I no longer say goodbye to my sisters and Fu Zichen respectfully as usual.

It was as if a boundary had been completely drawn in Fu Chuan's heart.

The Fu family can no longer go beyond this limit and become the people in Fu Chuan's heart.

Fu Qingqing's hands froze in mid-air.

Now Fu Qingqing feels like a clown.

Fu Ling'er put down the newspaper and glanced at Fu Qingqing suspiciously: Fifth sister, what did you just say?

……nothing.

Fu Qingqing put down her hand helplessly.

He ate the eggs by himself.

...

Fu Zichen suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

just……

The eggs Fu Qingqing peeled didn't look like they were for Fu Zichen.

It's for Fu Chuan.

Could it be that in Fu Qingqing's heart, she has begun to change her view of Fu Chuan?

Thinking of this, Fu Zichen's eyes were filled with understanding.

This time, the bus was crowded.

Fu Chuan couldn't find a seat and could only stand.

He has a handsome appearance, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform. He is 1.88 meters tall, with one hand in his pocket and eyes like stars, like a beautiful boy who stepped out of a comic book.

At the next stop, Shen Shutang got on the bus.

Still wearing headphones, holding a novel and carrying a schoolbag.

The youthful and beautiful aura can be seen at a glance, and there is a coldness between the brows that refuses people thousands of miles away.

After bumping into Fu Chuan who was standing, Shen Shutang was stunned for a moment and whispered: Junior Fu Chuan.

Fu Chuan nodded in response: Hello, senior sister.

Shen Shutang turned his back to Fu Chuan and was reading a novel by himself. He just took off his headphones and put them in the wireless storage box.

There were so many people in the car that Shen Shutang had to squeeze in the direction of Fu Chuan.

Fu Chuan could smell the fragrance in Shen Shutang's hair, but what attracted Fu Chuan's attention more than this...

It was the book Shen Shutang read.

Dragon clan?

Fu Chuan blurted out.

Shen Shutang was silent for a moment and then said softly: Have you seen it too?

kindness……

That was a lifetime ago, and the dragon clan was finished.

In this life, Fu Chuan's cell phone is an antique and he cannot download novel apps.

Fu Chuan still roughly remembers the plot, and it was quite well written.

only……

Jiangnan thief, what are you going to give me back my pear clothes?

Fu Chuan asked: Isn't the senior who writes female novels?

I'm an omnivorous reader, and I read anything interesting.

oh.

Fu Chuan was thinking...Senior sister doesn't seem to be as cold-blooded as rumored.

However, the friendship was not deep, so Fu Chuan could not find a topic to talk to Shen Shutang and remained silent.

I was thinking about how to borrow the key to the studio from the administrator.

Have you read the book I wrote?

Shen Shutang suddenly spoke.

……Seen.

After going to college in his previous life, Fu Chuan had his own mobile phone.

Fu Chuan had heard a little bit about this talented school beauty who was popular in the whole school in G City.

Although I don’t know him, Shen Shutang’s pen name [Orange You Can’t End Love] is very famous.

Fu Chuan finished reading Shen Shutang's novel.

Shen Shutang's creative scope is very wide...history, fantasy, and palace battles.

Each book is beautifully written and has excellent results.

I plan to write fantasy in my new article. Do you have any suggestions?

As soon as Shen Shutang said these words, Fu Chuan suddenly remembered.

Shen Shutang completed the fantasy novel in his previous life, but Shen Shutang has not yet started writing it in this life.

It sounds like Shen Shutang's tone is a bit unconfident. After all, it's really a big span for an author who writes a female channel to cross channels and try to dictate the fantasy of eternity and thousands of galaxies.

Fu Chuan didn't say any nonsense [I believe you can do it].

Instead, I tried to analyze the entry point with Shen Shutang based on the fantasy novels I had read by Shen Shutang in my previous life.

Shen Shutang's eyes suddenly lit up: What you said is so good! It's exactly what I thought!

It would be great if I could help my senior sister...

Fu Chuan felt a little guilty.

They all use the experience gained from reading Shen Shutang's novels in my previous life.

This is what...

Do I help myself?

It's not like Fu Chuan never thought about becoming a copywriter.

However, writing is not Fu Chuan's strong point.

Fu Chuan only remembered part of the plot, but as for the writing style and description... he had long forgotten them all.

A novel without the polish of writing style is just a piece of loose sand, which will fall apart after just two steps without being blown by the wind.

In short, Fu Chuan will focus on painting in this life and strive to become a famous painter!

The bus has arrived.

Shen Shutang followed Fu Chuan and kept asking Fu Chuan to give Shen Shutang more advice.

The entry point and plot mentioned by Fu Chuan were all imprinted in Shen Shutang's heart.

It was as if Fu Chuan had understood Shen Shutang's heart and realized it.

Shen Shutang became more and more excited as he talked.

Fu Chuan didn't dare to give too much, for fear of affecting Shen Shutang's thinking. Otherwise, if Fu Chuan failed to use the routine that was sure to make him popular in his previous life, wouldn't he be drunk?

The students in City No. 1 Middle School were shocked.

Seeing the school beauty who has always been aloof, actually sticking to Fu Chuan's side, talking and laughing...

Depend on! Are their eyes dazzled?

There were so many people, Shen Shutang seemed a little uncomfortable, and said in a low voice: Um... junior, I'm going back to the classroom first, see you next time.

Goodbye, senior sister.

When Fu Chuan came to the classroom and just put down his schoolbag, a little fat man came over and said, Fu Chuan, were you with Senior Shen this morning?

Fu Chuan nodded: I just happened to be on a bus.

The little fat man’s name is Fang Kaiwei, Fu Chuan’s deskmate. His family is in the department store business. He has been a private person since he was a child. He puts [profit] as his priority when calling friends. Such a person is actually interested in painting and is very good at it. Okay, things are really unpredictable.

The relationship between Fu Chuan and Fang Kaiwei is average. If Shen Shutang hadn't been clingy this morning, Fang Kaiwei probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to chat with Fu Chuan, and would have just said hello and nodded.

You kid...

Fang Kaiwei looked at Fu Chuan with lustful eyes, smiled mischievously and patted Fu Chuan on the shoulder.

Fu Chuan was so stared at that he felt scared. Fang Kaiwei was jealous of Fu Chuan's good relationship with Shen Shutang, so he wouldn't have looked at Fu Chuan like this: What's wrong?

Fu Chuan, you are very handsome, but your family background is not good, but you are talented. The packaging of a template like yours is the pinnacle of personality. Even Senior Shen cannot escape from your grasp. Let me tell you, Senior Shen's family The thief is rich, and she is truly white, rich and beautiful!

ha?

Fu Chuan really didn't understand what was going on in Shen Shutang's family.

I only know that she is a talented woman, a well-known online novelist, and a rich generation.

Even though I was famous, I still took the bus to school without a dedicated driver, so it seemed like I was used to it.

In the end, he told Fu Chuan that Shen Shutang was Bai Fumei?

That's all I've said. You should seize the opportunity. Being supported by Senior Sister Shen will change your destiny in the future. Remember to give me a red envelope.

Fang Kaiwei gave Fu Chuan a look that all men understood and shut up.

Fu Chuan smiled helplessly.

No matter how rich Shen Shutang is, what does it have to do with Fu Chuan?

The two of them can be regarded as acquaintances and junior students, and the other hairs are not even a hair.

During the lunch break, Fu Chuan found the teacher who managed the painting computer room. He finally borrowed the key and started creating the illustrations requested by the funder.

With the idea and composition I had last night, this creation seemed particularly easy.

After layering the pictures, I sent them to [Last Night Rain and Wind] through the green bubble.

An unscrupulous book painter: Finance owner, is this painting OK?