Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 169

"Master." Director Miao's son is particularly good at admitting defeat. Before Qingchuan could refuse, a master's hat was put on his head.

"I'm afraid I'm not suitable. After all, I'm not a professional. Mr. Miao, it's better to find a highly respected teacher, which will be more beneficial to your life." Fool, becoming a teacher is not just about craftsmanship, but also about connections. , of course, you still have to be careful to find a big shot in the industry.

Even if he agreed, he wouldn't have time to teach him, and he would still have to be complained by his family. Qingchuan would not do such a thankless job.

When the young man was about to talk, Qingchuan put his hands on his shoulders, with a serious look on his face: "How much older am I? Why don't we be better suited to our brotherhood, Brother Miao?"

It's obviously a serious tone, but I don't know why it makes people want to laugh.

The young man was stunned, "But I said I..."

"I didn't agree. I like acting, and I won't change my career in the future. What's the point of learning clay sculpture from an artist? You should find a professional teacher who likes clay sculpture and is engaged in this career." Qingchuan didn't give him a second thought. The opportunity to become a teacher is such a serious matter, it's not just a kid's play house.

Qingchuan looked at Director Miao Hui, thinking that he would stop his son from making mistakes. Unexpectedly, the great director didn't even look at his son. He was holding a photographer's camera and filming the 'lover' in 360 degrees.

Hey, your son is going astray!

Is there such an unreliable father? The great director's shine is all gone.

The young man suddenly stepped forward and clasped Qingchuan's wrist, getting close to him. There was fire burning in his always cold eyes, "I have never seen someone like you. When you hold the carving knife, your whole body is glowing." . But with such a talent, do you choose to sink into the entertainment industry?"

Qingchuan turned his head to look at him, his lips curled up, "Because I like it." He was indescribably wanton.

The young man looked at him blankly and let go of his hand.

His face turned slightly red, he avoided Qingchuan's gaze, and said with some annoyance: "You are not a few years older, so don't act like a child. That bet did have an element of anger, but not everyone deserves it. I'm angry."

"You obviously like clay sculptures, don't you? Don't lie to me. You can't deceive others by focusing on your favorite career."

Qingchuan stood there waiting for him to finish. He really didn't understand what children these days were thinking.

"Mingyue." The young man suddenly called Qingchuan, "Your name is Xia Yueming. That's what your fans call you, right?"

"Even if you don't want to accept me as your disciple, don't give up your favorite clay sculpture. I won't give up. You should pick up the carving knife instead of putting on the costume."

He blushed, "My name is Miao Feng, Sharp Feng."

Qingchuan left in a very cool manner. He didn't even stay for lunch, but he packed a large box of local wheat sticker pots in a thermos.

Of course he can be cool.

How many people are trying to get into director Miao's play by looking for connections and asking for favors? He was so good, he got a movie ticket through a special guest appearance, and looking at director Miao Hui's look of delight when he just took the clay work away, he must be a famous character.