Hearing Lin Yiming's words, the six disciples of the direct history turned dark. They were all from the Academy of Fine Arts. Because of their outstandingness, they were accepted as the direct history by Mr. Mo!

Now they are all very famous in the industry, and Lin Yiming's words... made them beat them to death!

As for Chen Han... they also understood that they were born in a wild way.

Today's society is not the same as before. It is difficult to achieve much success by being a wild person.

If you don’t study some things systematically and rely on your own exploration, you may have done nothing in those ten or twenty years!

The Academy of Fine Arts is different. It is equivalent to stepping on the shoulders of giants, getting started faster, etc., which is definitely not comparable to a wild way!

Besides, being able to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts is itself a symbol of strength!

Now Lin Yiming brings such a wild way here, even if he is very beautiful, there is no possibility of his master accepting it as a master's teachings!

Besides, his master also said that he did not plan to accept disciples again, so let alone a wild way, even a young man from a Academy of Fine Arts and who is very talented, he may not accept them again.

Unless the real monster reaches a certain level, he will love talents.

But that possibility is too few.

A strange color flashed in Mo Zixing's eyes. The problem Lin Yiming said did exist.

But in comparison, he still prefers art academy origins, even if he used to be... a wild way!

Chen Han stopped talking, lowered his head, a little embarrassed.

She really wanted to talk to Lin Yiming that she didn't plan to become a disciple of Mr. Mo, or that she never dared to think about it from beginning to end!

Tang Luo looked at Lin Yiming. This guy...even if he was not the son of the richest man, he would not be able to starve to death with this mouth alone!

Suitable for pyramid schemes, no, sales!

"Mr. Lin, don't ask your master for your problems. Otherwise, if this Miss Chen wants to learn painting, she can come to me in the future and I will give her some advice."

Mo Zixing's eldest disciple spoke, but he did not say that he wanted to accept Chen Han as his disciple, but said that he would give some advice.

Because in his opinion, this is just giving Lin Yiming a face and a wild way... he didn't plan to accept it either.

Hearing this, Chen Han was a little excited. Can you ask him for advice?

You should know that Mo Zixing's great disciple Zhong Shujie is also a famous painter, the kind who is far away from Yan Yong's eighteen streets!

"Haha, Mr. Zhong, you are so busy, how can you have time to guide my sister! If you have that time, I will draw a few more paintings for me and I will prepare to collect them."

Lin Yiming looked at Zhong Shujie and said with a smile.

Zhong Shujie looked at Lin Yiming and smiled bitterly. Hey, he didn't like me.

But Lin Yiming said nothing wrong with what he said, so he would not make him angry, so he had to nod.

Just when the atmosphere... was a little awkward, the phone ringtone rang.

"Master, phone number."

The sixth disciple took out his cell phone and handed it to Mo Zixing with both hands.

"I'll answer the phone first."

Mo Zixing said to Lin Yiming and answered the phone.

"Haha, have you arrived? Okay, I'll go out to pick you up right away... No, when you come, of course I have to pick you up!"

When Lin Yiming heard Mo Zixing's words, he was a little surprised. Who came and could he ask him to pick him up in person?

His grandfather is here, are he treated like this?

Probably there?

In other words, at least it is his grandfather's level?

After hanging up the phone, Mo Zixing stood up: "You guys sit down first, I'll pick up an old friend."

"Okay, Mr. Mo is busy first."

Lin Yiming nodded.

"You stay and chat with them."

Mo Zixing left behind five disciples. Among the six disciples, the one with the highest emotional intelligence and the best speaking is Lao Wu.

He left behind five disciples, and wanted him to change Lin Yiming's mind.

"Okay, Master."

The fifth disciple also understood that the heavy responsibility had fallen on him!

Afterwards, Mo Zixing took the five major disciples and walked out, which shows his importance to the visitor.

"Mr. Lin..."

The fifth disciple Duan Lang looked at Lin Yiming and wanted to speak.

"Old Duan, we should be the most familiar ones, right? I'll ask you, don't you want multiple beautiful junior sisters?"

Before Duan Lang could finish speaking, Lin Yiming interrupted him and asked.

"Forehead……"

Duan Lang looked at Chen Han, laughing and crying.

"Mr. Lin, this is not something I can decide. You know, my master doesn't plan to take another disciple... Yan Yong has been thinking about this matter, and my master ignores him."

When he was subtext, Yan Yong was also a famous painter after all. He wanted to become a disciple, but my master didn't accept it. Chen Han's wild path...it was even more hopeless.

"Yan Yong? Can my grandson compete with my sister Xiaohan? He can't even compare to my sister Xiaohan's finger."

Lin Yiming curled his lips.

“…”

Duan Lang was speechless. In your eyes, Yan Yong is that bad?

"Brother Lin, forget it... I am indeed not suitable to follow Mr. Mo."

Chen Han spoke.

"I know you and Xiao Luo Ge want to find me a famous teacher, but I know I am not good enough..."

Duan Lang was a little surprised when he heard Chen Han's words. He thought it was Chen Han who had to become a disciple, so Lin Yiming wanted to stand up.

Now it seems that's not the case.

Thinking of this, Duan Lang smiled: "How about this, my senior brother said it just now. Miss Chen can ask him for advice, so do I. Miss Chen can come to me at any time, how about it?"

"you?"

Lin Yiming looked at Duan Lang with his eyes slanted.

"Is it as good as Mr. Mo?"

"I……"

Duan Lang was so amused and crying, how could I answer these words!

Tang Luo looked at Lin Yiming. It seemed that Lao Lin had a good relationship with Duan Lang, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

"Old Duan, I know what Mr. Mo left you for. With our relationship, please don't do that... Please help me think of a way to get Mr. Mo to accept Xiaohan."

Lin Yiming said to Duan Lang.

Hearing Lin Yiming's words, Duan Lang smiled even harder. Didn't I stay here to help you find a solution?

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Outside, Mo Zixing had already received three people.

"Haha, Lao Mo."

One of them, also an old man, smiled at Mo Zixing.

"I'm glad you can come."

Mo Zixing also laughed loudly, opened his arms, stepped forward and hugged the old man.

After a few greetings, Mo Zixing thought of something: "Didn't you say that you have accepted a new disciple and want to show me? Why didn't you bring it?"

"You don't have to leave in a hurry. I'll ask him if he's free."

The old man waved his hand.

"Um?"

Hearing this, Mo Zixing was a little confused. When the master asked the disciple if he was free?

"I won't mention that boy anymore, I'm so angry that my teeth are itchy."

The old man shook his head.

"Let's go in and say, I want to see what new works you have..."

"good."

Mo Zixing nodded and took the old man to the exhibition center.
Chapter completed!