Mysterious Commander, High Profile Love

"I'm doing it for your own good." Yulila looked down.

"Thank you so much." Ye Luo waved his hand: "Go out, I want to rest."

Yuli's face became difficult to look: "Are you driving me?"

"I just said that we will not be friends if we help Han Xingyuan speak. I hope you will remember every word of mine and go out."

You Li was so angry that her faces were twisted together: "Ye Luo, you will not end well if you treat me like this."

Yuli grabbed the bag and rushed out of Ye Luo's dormitory.

Ye Luo hooked her lips. For Han Xingyuan, Yuli was really willing to bother.

Ye Luo hung up the paintings he had bought 90 million in his room. Looking at it every day, he could remind himself how rich he was. A painting was worth 90 million.

Litton College has always been on the news quickly. Almost all the media reported on the Litton College Bazaar in the afternoon.

A total of more than 100 million donations were raised.

The biggest one is from a 90 million painting.

The author of this painting is a student named Ye Luo. He has basically never painted before, but the painting is amazing.

The reporters tried every means to enter Lytton College to cover Ye Luo.

However, not everyone can enter Ritten College.

What's more, Ye Luo was kept tightly protected by Yan Yu's people, and it was difficult for even the students of Litton College to get close to her.

Ye Luo knew that he was famous even after reading the news.

But what followed was a bunch of black comments.

Some people say that she pays for her own money, and 90 million is her own money.

Some people say that she can't paint at all, and that the painting was painted by someone else.

Some people say that she colluded with gangsters on the road and threatened the two masters to build momentum for her, deliberately raising the price.

For a while, the comments made by her black accounted for the majority.

When Ye Luo went to class, the classmates in the classroom were all talking about her.

"It's her, who spent 90 million to stir up for herself, thinking that others didn't know."

"If you want to be famous, you're crazy. Everyone knows that she came out of a poor valley. How could she be a painting genius."

"You have to give up money, you can also become a wizard, hahahaha."

Ye Luo sat down in her seat, ignoring other people's arguments. Today is the first class, and she has to study hard.

When the teacher came to the class, the students' discussions stopped.

"Students, in the first class of the new semester, in order to understand everyone's situation, let's play games and interact."

"Teacher, what game to play."

"Old rules, Feihualing, let me see how much you know about ancient Chinese poetry."

Feihualing is a poem solitaire, which is often played by students majoring in Chinese language and is quite familiar with it.

"Teacher, it's okay to play Feihua Ling, but you have to be punished if you can't get it, otherwise it's boring to play."

"There is definitely a penalty for failing to receive it. This year's department's hygiene will be allocated by this flying order."

Some students sighed: "This is too much fun."

Although Lytton College is an aristocratic college, the hygiene in the department has always been cleaned by the students themselves in order to cultivate the students' hands-on ability.

Not that they are all idiots after graduation.

"Whatever you are afraid of, just play, don't you just clean up."

"There is a genius in this classroom who can sell 90 million paintings. Let's start with her. Let us see how powerful geniuses are."

"Yeah yeah, let's open our eyes."

Ye fell under the table and scratched his hands. As expected, 90 million to buy his own painting was too high-profile.

She is going to be besieged.