It's been a week and Monday again. I felt it was fresh when I went to school for the first time since my practice. Compared with my excited expression, Daniu's face looked much ugly. Who made him hate the most is studying?

"Boss, why do I go to the finance department, but you go to the art department?" Daniu felt psychologically unbalanced when he wanted to go to the Finance Department of the Los Angeles, which is famous for his extremely strict teaching standards and difficult graduation exams.

Although my purpose of going to art is because there are many beauties there, and letting Daniu go to the Finance Department to take the financial power of the bar from Rowling in the future. But of course, this reason cannot be said directly. After thinking about the argument, I began to do ideological work for Daniu: "Daniu, do you know how many people in the Finance Department of Los Angeles have been thrust into their heads every year? Do you know how much effort it took to get you in? You still think this and that, do you deserve me? Are you worthy of the big and small of the tribe? Are you worthy of the party and the people?"

In my "sigh and tears" guidance, Daniu finally realized his mistake and promised that he would study hard for me, for his tribe, for the party and the people, and for the sake of his own, and improve every day.

I am quite satisfied with Daniu's attitude of admitting his mistakes, so I no longer criticize Daniu.

After asking about their respective classes, Daniu and Daniu came to the Los Angeles University. After asking about their respective classes, they moved separately with Daniu. After entering the classroom of the art department, the originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

A black man walked up to me and saw that he was wearing very exaggerated clothes. His fat jeans were all cuts one by one. His upper body was a very metallic vest, revealing his strong muscles and strange tattoos, and his hair was dyed white. If I hadn't seen him at a prestigious school at Los Angeles, I would have regarded him as a street gangster.

"Hello, teacher, I am the class monitor of this class. You can call me Qiao Yi. I don't know what you have to do when you come over? Do you need my help?"

"Old...teacher?" Qiao Yi's words made me confused. Although I am a little mature and elegant, I can't be like their teacher no matter how much I say it!

After staying for a long time, I finally knew what the problem was.

These art students dressed very avant-garde, fancy and exaggerated from top to bottom. They were tattooed and earrings and other things on their bodies. But today I was wearing a Versace suit seriously, standing among them, and they looked very "alternative". Of course, they would not regard me as an art student. Since they were not students, they could only be teachers.

"Jiu Yi, right?" After seeing the black squad leader nodding, I continued to speak: "I am a freshman who just arrived here today, not a teacher. I think you misunderstood!"

"Tsk~~~" A sudden sound sounded in the classroom, almost overturning the roof. I, a 'outsider' who came to class in a suit, was also thrown into the ranks of conservatives. In this class, I was the only one who was conservative from top to bottom.

"Brother, it's really hard for you to dress like this to take the art department class. Also, don't wear fakes in the future. It's okay if you're all your own people here. If you wear them outside and be discovered by people from other schools, it will embarrass the whole school." Qiao Yi came up and patted my shoulder, reminding me earnestly.

Fake...fake?! Oh my God, I, who is worth nearly 100 billion yuan, is actually considered a fake. If these words are heard by Edward and the guys in the stars, I will laugh out loud. Maybe I will be kicked out by them for the reason of losing the stars!

"Why do you think this set of things on me is a fake?" I looked at Qiao Yi in confusion, wanting to know from this black man how this set of things was obviously true in his mouth, Versace turned it into a fake one!

"First of all, I have to admit that your fake product is really good. If you are a person who doesn't understand the brand Versace, you will definitely take it seriously. Unfortunately, brother, you met a recognized product today. Let me tell you the reason now!" When talking about this dress, Qiao Yi, who looks like a gangster, suddenly became serious. "Vesace brand clothing has both classical and popular temperaments, and wanders between elegance and vulgar art. Luxury is the design feature of this brand. Those gem-like colors, smooth lines, and unique asymmetrical tilt cuts make Versace fashion always shine. The suit you are wearing is obviously a bit different from Versace's previous design concepts. Of course, this does not completely mean that your clothes are fake. Because six months ago

At Lan Fashion Week, Versace did launch a style of suit that breaks the norm. What you are wearing now is very similar to that style of suit. But do you know how much orders Versace has accepted for that kind of suit so far? Three pieces! Only three pieces! So you can imagine that the price of these three pieces must be a sky-high price. I estimate it should be around seven million US dollars, and there is no market price. Naturally, this price is not acceptable to a young man in his early twenties. Of course, you may be a rich young man, but Versace will definitely review whether the order is qualified to wear this suit when accepting an order. Obviously, a rich young man cannot let Versace sell this top-notch suit to you. So yours is fake!"

Qiao Yi's words made me admire him. The gangster's appearance was real. No wonder he could sit on the throne of this squad leader. Although the result of his reasoning was wrong, he couldn't blame him. After all, the age I showed now was completely inconsistent with the background behind me.

Before I could sigh, the class bell rang, and the classroom suddenly became quiet again. I also found a seat without anyone to sit down.

The one who came to this class was a blond and blue-eyed female teacher. In terms of appearance and figure alone, this teacher was worse than Rowling and Xiaoning. But her clothes showed her temperament. The white shirt would shape the not-exaggerated curves very stylish. The slightly open neckline exposed the snow-white skin. When paired with a diamond necklace, although it was not exposed, it was easier to arouse others' imagination. There was no coat on the outside of the shirt, but this made people look smarter and more capable...

Just as I was polite about this teacher, a string of crisp notes floated out of her mouth: "I heard that a new classmate came to the class today. Can I stand up and let me see it?"

All the students present looked at me in unison. Now, no matter how thick-skinned I am, I can't ignore this beautiful teacher.

When the beautiful teacher saw me standing up, she frowned. Obviously she also recognized the Versace suit on me, but she did not conclude like Qiao Yi that the one on me was a fake.

"My name is Rachel, welcome you to our class!" After a moment of loss of mind, the beautiful teacher quickly came back to his senses, "Since you have come to our art department, can you talk about what art is in your eyes?"

Looking at the students' eyes, I knew that Rachel had asked many people about this question, but few answered satisfactorily, so everyone was going to see my jokes and see how I, a conservative, made a fool of myself in front of beautiful women.
Chapter completed!