Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to his body.

Sitting up from the bed, he stretched.

Since he has this game, he no longer needs to sleep, and the managed body will help him complete his sleep.

Getting up from the bed, he stretched out his legs and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

Picking up his phone, he looked at his savings.

The balance of three thousand made him very heartbroken.

It took two thousand yuan to buy Youxue's mobile phone, seven hundred yuan to take a taxi to pick up the black cat, and cat food and litter for the black cat, and another three hundred yuan to spend. In just a few days, he spent three thousand yuan.

With the body exchange game, why is my money not only not much, but it is still decreasing!

After a while of heartache, she told herself that this was a necessary early investment, and Xia Yu comforted her injured heart.

He picked out a book from the bookshelf and read it. It was an adventure novel.

As a person with shortage of money, he has no room for buying books. The books are the minister of the Literature Department. In order to spend the funds of those free clubs, Xia Yu, a member of the Ghost Department, also received a copy.

After three years of high school, the books he obtained from the Literature Department had already filled one of his small bookshelfs.

At 7:30, he opened the door, washed and ate, and took the subway to the school.

Today is Monday, and another new week has arrived.

When he arrived in the class, before he could sit down, Xia Yu was caught in his schoolbag.

"Yu! Save me!" A boy was holding Xia Yu, and his face was begging.

The boy's name is Gui Zixiao, and he is Xia Yu's friend.

"...what department is needed?" Xia Yu opened his schoolbag.

"I want it all!" Gui Zixiao said.

"You haven't even moved a single subject? Are you sure you can finish copying before handing in your homework?" Xia Yu looked at the time and started early reading in fifteen minutes. The deadline for early reading was called homework.

Gui Zixiao's face showed a look of embarrassment, and he looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu felt something bad.

Sure enough, Gui Zixiao handed over the math and English homework to Xia Yu: "I'll ask you all this."

"I refuse." Xia Yu not only did not take the homework book, but instead took back his homework.

"Wait, you forgot about the art class today? And today's subject is oil painting!" Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu again.

"Add a duck leg for lunch." Xia Yu made a request.

"make a deal!"

Holding Gui Zixiao's homework, Xia Yu returned to his seat.

He didn't expect that he would have to help others do all the homework, but he would have to do his homework for others.

During morning reading, he placed the book on the table, wrote it hard, and finished his homework in time before the morning reading ended.

After handing in the homework, the first class was art class. Under the leadership of the class leader, a group of people lined up and came to the art classroom.

The art teacher has taken out paints and other props.

Putting on the apron, picking up the brush and paint, Xia Yu found a shelf that was leaning against it and sat down.

He clamped the oil painting paper on a wooden rack and squeezed the paint onto the paint board.

When all the students were ready, the art teacher took out a stone statue of the human head from the cabinet and placed it in the middle.

The task of this class is to draw this head.

Gui Zixiao, who was sitting next to Xia Yu, had already started drawing: "Good brother, thank you just now. Give me ten minutes. I will help you finish drawing!"

Xia Yu's painting skills are very bad, especially oil painting. If he was in a school in his previous life, he could still rely on education to despise art and fool it around. However, the world also attaches great importance to the achievements of subjects such as art. These homeworks even have to be stored, so he can only let others do it for him.

Shaking the brush, Xia Yu pretended to behave.

A minute later, he became a little bored. Five minutes later, he looked at Gui Zixiao's paintings. Gui Zixiao's paintings were also bad, but they were much better than Xia Yu. Xia Yu's paintings would definitely be judged as failing, and Gui Zixiao's paintings could still be missed.

At this time, the teacher began to patrol, and Xia Yu hurriedly started graffiti.

They used not special canvases, but cheap oil painting paper. Xia Yu hid some privately, and then he would just take a new one for Gui Zixiao to paint.

The teacher was very slow, especially when he passed by a boy, he stood for three minutes.

This is not because the boy painted it very well, but because next to the boy, there was a girl with good development.

Three minutes later, the teacher continued patrolling and soon arrived around Xia Yu.

After looking at Gui Zixiao's painting, the teacher sighed and looked at Xia Yu's painting again.

He exclaimed.

He has taught Xia Yu's class for two years and knows the students in the class very well. He also knows the things that Xia Yu has asked him to paint on his behalf. It is just because the other party's grades are at the forefront of the class and the head teacher greets him, so he lets him go.

But he thought he would see a ghost painting talisman, but he actually saw a painting with an average level in the class?

I took a guy to draw quickly and gave it to Xia Yu?

After standing for a while, the teacher realized that this was not a ghostwriter, because the painting had not been completed yet, Xia Yu was still writing.

The painting under his gaze not only did not decline, but instead rose to the middle and upper level in the class.

"Not bad." After complimenting for a few words, the art teacher walked away with a smile.

The students around Xia Yu heard the teacher's words and looked at Xia Yu's drawing board, making a sound.

Xia Yu's painting skills are notorious, and his classmates all know them.

Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu's shoulder: "You actually practice oil painting secretly!"

After putting down the pen, Xia Yu looked at Gui Zixiao: "Do you feel it's possible?"

"Yes, you hate painting and paint is expensive, so you can't practice more." Gui Zixiao analyzed calmly and thought carefully, "So what's going on?"

Xia Yu was also a little confused. His paintings were really bad before and he had never practiced oil painting. The only exercise related to painting was when he used An Siyao's body to practice cartoon characters all night during the first time.

Will comic skills increase? Oil painting also increase?

This is undoubtedly impossible.

After thinking for a while, Xia Yu set his sights on [Painting lv1].

I thought this was just a skill in the comics, but it turned out to be a full-scale skill?

But if the comics have reached lv1, then they have obtained the ability of the entire lv1 series?

It's so scary.

He looked at [Music lv1] again. Similarly, this skill is included in all instruments?

This girl An Siyao has a greater role than she imagined.

Stop scaring her in the future.

When finishing the rest of the painting and commenting, Xia Yu also received strong praise from the art teacher.
Chapter completed!