"No need, Teacher Zeng." Lu Anyu stood up and stopped Teacher Zeng from erasing the drawing on the blackboard.

Teacher Zeng smiled and said, "I like children who accept difficulties and challenges. Although this painting is a bit difficult, painting is about shaping the soul through form. You can just express yourselves."

Today is the first day of class, so even if your drawings aren't very good, Teacher Zeng won't be too harsh on you.

“Teacher Zeng, this painting is too simple for us. I could draw it when I was two years old,” Lu Anyu said truthfully.

"Ha, what a joke! You can't even hold a paintbrush properly at two years old? What a joke!" Teacher Zeng's face showed a hint of anger.

"I can accept mediocre children, but I cannot accept children who boast."

“We didn’t lie.” Mizuki also stood up.

"Fine, I'll see what you're made of." Teacher Zeng picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped away all the childish sketches on the blackboard.

I plan to paint a slightly more challenging canvas.

Lu Anyu propped his head up with his hand and slowly said, "Teacher Zeng, is it okay if we draw a picture on the drawing paper and you draw it on the blackboard?"

Teacher Zeng stopped the chalk in his hand on the blackboard, turned his head and looked at the arrogant Lu Anyu: "You've really gone too far. Who's the teacher, you or me?"

Teacher Zeng is over fifty years old, and his qualifications speak for themselves.

Moreover, the purpose of Madam Shen inviting him here was to discipline this rebellious brat into obedience.

There's no need to worry about the two children being in the Shen family.

“To become our teacher, you need to have the ability. You need to draw our paintings so we can know if you are qualified to be our teacher.” Lu Anyu straightened his small body, and his aura was just like his mother, Lu Zhiwei.

Lu Zhiwei was drawing design sketches in the study, and she had drawn several.

Shen Jinmo saw her design results on the spot.

Place the design on the table: "Is your hand injury affecting your design, or are you a little distracted?"

Clearly, he was not satisfied with the drawings Lu Zhiwei had made.

"I want to go see my son," Lu Zhiwei said frankly.

There must be a big show going on on my son's end right now.

Seeing that she had lost interest in drawing, Shen Jinmo got up from the sofa and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

The two people came outside the classroom.

The bodyguard standing there saw the two people and was about to speak when Shen Jinmo shushed him.

The two then went to the window and quietly observed the situation inside the classroom.

Lu Anyu and Ruixi successfully aroused Teacher Zeng's desire to perform.

She actually agreed to let the two children draw first.

Lu Anyu excels in landscape oil painting, characterized by bold and vibrant colors and rich imagination.

Ruixi excels at sketching; her solid foundation allows her to bring real objects to life in her drawings.

But today, in order to stump Teacher Zeng and make him give up, I'm going to make him give up.

Lu Anyu chose to paint the traditional Chinese painting "Mountain Dwelling" that his mother, Lu Zhiwei, had taught him.

I used a pencil to draw all the shades and tones of color.

Although her painting skills are not yet as exquisite and flawless as Lu Zhiwei's.

For someone his age, he's already an extraordinary individual.

Teacher Zeng walked up to Lu Anyu and was greatly amazed as he looked at the "Mountain Dwelling Picture" with its layered peaks and distinct layers.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a five-year-old child could draw at such a level.

Mizuki, standing to the side, was equally impressive.

I drew a classic realistic sketch: a sunflower blooming in a vase.

The petals were drawn with great detail using a pencil, and the extremely complex blue and white porcelain pattern on the vase was exquisite, demonstrating a very solid skill.

After looking at these two paintings.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Teacher Zeng's forehead.

Jiang Jingyu discovered that things had deviated from the outcome she had anticipated.

He got up and went to the two children to examine their drawings.

She was speechless after reading it.

Even though she doesn't know much about painting, she still had to say that the painting was really good.

But she came here today to make things difficult for the two children, not to praise them.

"Teacher Zeng, you can't even match the drawing skills of two children? Then what am I doing here?"

Jiang Jingyu gave Teacher Zeng a sharp look, forcefully putting pressure on him.

Teacher Zeng wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Chalk drawing is inherently more difficult than pencil drawing, and the resulting effect is not as good as pencil drawing.

If he were to copy the drawings of these two children onto the blackboard...

Not only can they not surpass them, but their level is also far behind.

Wouldn't that make him a laughingstock as a teacher? How could he ever face anyone in the training industry again?

Who taught you two to draw?

Teacher Zeng looked at Lu Anyu with a sincere expression.

Such geniuses are rare.

It would be a pity if there wasn't a good patron.

“My mommy,” Lu Anyu blurted out.

"And who is your mother?" Teacher Zeng asked again.

Jiang Jingyu did not tell them the specific identities of the two children before they arrived.

"Lu Zhiwei, have you heard of her?" Lu Anyu proudly announced his mother's name.

"What did you say? Lu Zhiwei? The one who founded the Artists Alliance, the president of the Lu Corporation, who can create masterpieces in any industry with just a paintbrush?" Teacher Zeng's pupils dilated, her eyes filled with admiration and appreciation.

This was the first time Lu Anyu had realized that his mother was really that amazing in the eyes of outsiders.

He was so proud and honored.

At that moment, the frustration in my heart seemed to vanish.

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