Feng Luo is a freshman in high school. He lives in Beijing. He has average grades, average appearance, average stature, and is addicted to the second element, but the family is very rich.

　　 During the winter vacation, the family hired him a tutor.

　　 At first, he actually refused. High school is already so busy. Who can stand up with another tutor?

　　 But, when he saw the teacher, he looked at the sweater that was held up high, and he didn't object to it. Who can stand it~

　　 This tutor is the daughter of Feng Luo’s mother’s colleague. The two have a good relationship, and even invited her to spend the New Year together at home.

　　 Later he learned that the teacher is a single-parent family, and her father works outside during the Chinese New Year, so every Chinese New Year is alone at home.

　　 On the first day of the New Year, the family went out to pay New Year's greetings. When they came back to see the teacher sitting alone in front of the piano in the evening, he suddenly felt very distressed.

　　 Feng Luo suddenly remembered that a while ago in a group called "Two-dimensional Salted Fish Concentration Camp", an administrator had mentioned a website called "God's Prank".

　　 He was also one of the administrators of this group, and he ridiculed at that time, saying that this link must be a bunch of yellow pictures.

　　 But then a member of the group said that she tried it, and this website turned out to be real.

　　 After being suspicious, he chatted with that group member in private and asked about the website.

　　 Then, he logged in "God's Prank" based on the instructions of his group friends.

He turned over the photo of Mr. 　　's father in her circle of friends, and the place where he left off was also out of her mouth. Finally, he chose the executive officer "Xiaoyue" recommended by the group of friends.

　　 A few days later, he really learned from his mother that the teacher's father was beaten to a blossoming face.

　　 He was so happy at the time. Of course, he still wanted to hold back on the surface. He comforted the teacher, and then turned around and gave Xiaoyue a set of "5-star praise + rewards" combo.

　　 "Old man, dare to make my wife cry, this is the price!"

　　 is the second year of middle school. He brazenly calls his teacher "wife" in his heart.

　　 Lantern Festival, the teacher still spent time with their family.

　　 Feng Luo originally held a bowl of glutinous rice **** for the teacher to eat, but as soon as he walked in front of her, he sneezed and added an aniseed to the glutinous rice balls.

　　 This is embarrassing.

　　 "I'll change you a bowl." He wanted to look back quickly.

　　 "Wait a minute!" The teacher yelled to him, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, "There is heating in the house, don't run outside, otherwise it will be easy to catch a cold."

　　 Feng Luo, who was treated so tenderly, nodded in a daze. In fact, there was already a villain in his heart.

　　【Her handkerchief! It's her handkerchief! Her hand touched my face! Yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah! 】

　　 Behind, Feng Luo's mother was whispering to Feng Luo's father: "The child, his father, seems to be doing something wrong, my plan has succeeded!"

　　 "If Lao Jin comes back and knows, he will beat you."

　　 "It's okay, I'm a woman, he didn't dare to beat you at most."

　　 "……"

　　 changed a bowl of new glutinous rice balls, and the four of them sat in front of the TV to watch the Lantern Festival Gala.

　　 But the main TV station’s programs are getting more and more out of touch with the times. It’s really boring to look at. After a while, my father couldn’t help but change channels.

　　 "Are we getting old? Now these things are made for young people?"

　　 "Dad, you are afraid that you have a misunderstanding of young people, so we won't like this kind of thing."

　　 When it was transferred to Xia Kongtai, it happened to be the skit "Selling Crutches".

　　 "Big Flicker...Big Flicker..."

　　 "Huh?" Hearing this line, Feng Luo immediately thought of the short story that Qinger teacher had put on Weibo.

　　 In fact, he has an unknown identity, that is, the dance teacher’s urge to change the party. He likes to go to the Weibo of the two teachers of Wuqing to remind him if he has nothing to do. It's all about the input method.

　　Feng Luo's father was about to continue to switch channels, Feng Luo quickly stopped: "Wait a minute, look at this?"

　　 "Is this interesting?"

"Maybe."

　　 Feng Luo couldn't be sure. While watching the sketch with his family, he turned on the phone and was in the group @了people.

　　 "All come out, look at Xia Kongtai, Wuqing teacher's cartoon is on TV!"

　　 There is an immediate reply below.

　　 "Damn! Really! I thought this comic was like a skit at the time, I didn't expect someone to act it."

　　 "Hey, you are all watching in front of the TV, I just sit under the stage and watch the scene."

　　 "Fuck! Big guy bull beer! No need to brag about drafts."

　　 "If you don't believe me, I fell down, I was still photographed by the camera just now."

　　……

　　Feng Luo glanced at the TV subconsciously, just as the camera shifted to the audience applauding.

　　 "Damn!" He saw that the teacher's father was sitting in the front row at this time, and the bruise on his face could not be wrong.

　　 At this time, the teacher next to him looked at him suspiciously: "Do you know my dad, too?"

　　 "No, I don’t know, I said I’m comfortable leaning on the sofa."

　　……

Although the audience rating of the Lantern Festival Gala is not as good as that of the Spring Festival Gala, and it is still a local TV station, "Selling Kidnapping" still caused a certain range of discussions.

　　 This is no longer limited to the second dimension, this sketch is really interesting~lightnovelpub.net~ Even older people will like it very much.

　　 And those who know the comics, whenever they hear someone talking about "Selling Crutches", they will triumphantly go over it: "You don't know, in fact, this sketch is based on the comics." He pretended to be forceful.

　　……

　　 "Don't you know, this sketch is actually..."

　　 "The comics are adapted, I know," Qin Yuyao said to her classmates, "I still drew some of these comics."

　　 "Damn! That Wangshu is really you!" the classmate exclaimed, "I always thought it just looked like."

　　 Qin Yuyao picked up the juice, then pulled down the scarf and took a sip without saying much.

　　 What did Ximen say? Oh, invisible pretense, the most deadly.

　　 It has been half a month since she returned to her hometown. The relatives who should be visiting had already finished her work. Now she was called out by the junior high school classmates to hold the class reunion.

　　 In this winter, she was wearing a knitted hat, a scarf pulled high under her nose, and a pair of non-lens black-rimmed glasses. Generally speaking, she really didn't recognize that she was the cartoonist Wang Shu.

　　 But she didn't mean to conceal it. It was spread all over the place among her classmates.

　　 "Qin Yuyao, are you really a cartoonist?" Several people gathered around.

　　 "I remember that you used to keep bottom of art classes with me? Where did you go to make up classes after nine years of compulsory education?"

　　 "What are you doing so tightly? Isn't your photo P? How could it be so beautiful."

　　 "Yes, yes, I'm old classmates, let everyone see, but your skin is really good."

　　……

　　 Qin Yuyao pushed halfway and took away the scarf and spectacle frame. The air in the KTV room suddenly fell silent, as if a waiter had come in suddenly.