My sister can see through people's hearts.

When she was little, my sister didn't know how to control this ability of hers. As she grew up, she stopped trying to read people's minds so easily. She felt it wasn't necessary to see through everyone's hearts. Of course, if she wanted to be a true friend to someone, she would still consider their feelings. She has good judgment; so far, none of the people she wanted to be true friends with have disappointed her.

The teacher who was talking to my sister earlier is surnamed Kang. He's just over thirty and already an associate professor. My sister has a good impression of him. However, she only thinks of him as a good teacher.

After her roommate finished speaking, her sister said, "Don't talk nonsense. Teacher Kang just happened to run into us and said it casually."

Why do I feel like there's something special about the way he looks at you?

“Of course it’s special,” the older sister said with a smile. “Didn’t Teacher Kang just say that my painting has a lot of spirit? You pay so much attention to Teacher Kang, have you heard anyone else say that Teacher Kang has praised someone else’s painting for having a lot of spirit?”

My roommate thought for a moment. "I don't think so."

The older sister glanced smugly at her roommate. "Now you know why Teacher Kang looked at me so differently, right?"

After hearing what her sister said, her roommate also felt that Teacher Kang was only giving her special treatment because of her paintings. "Your paintings are indeed very good."

"Your drawing is also quite good."

My roommate smiled. "My drawing is pretty good, but it's not as good as yours."

"I started learning to draw when I was very young."

"No wonder. It seems that if I practice more, I might be able to attract Teacher Kang's attention."

"Yes. Teachers all like students who do well in their studies."

After class, my sister and her roommate went to Professor Kang's office. Professor Kang and Professor Zhang share an office. Professor Zhang is a small, elderly man in his fifties. Professor Zhang was also there when my sisters arrived.

My sister and her roommate greeted Teacher Kang and Teacher Zhang together.

Teacher Zhang nodded to the older girls.

Teacher Kang hummed in agreement and pulled the older sister's drawing out of the students' assignments. "Look at this, and this..."

A dozen minutes later, my sister and her roommate came out of Teacher Kang's office.

My roommate exclaimed excitedly, "Jie Jie, Professor Kang is a genius!"

The older sister nodded. "It's lucky to be his student."

"Yes. Jie Jie, Teacher Kang will definitely become a master."

After the older sisters left, Teacher Zhang looked at Teacher Kang and said with a smile, "In all my years of teaching, I have never encountered a student as talented as Han Jiejie."

Ms. Kang frowned. "She's just too lazy." The problems she pointed out to her sister earlier could all be corrected through practice.

"You're asking too much of her. For her age, it's already quite impressive that she can paint like this."

Teacher Kang looked at Teacher Zhang and said, "She can do even better."

“I know. However, I don’t think she’s obsessed with painting. So, she can’t possibly hone her painting skills to the extreme like you do.”

Teacher Kang looked at Teacher Zhang and said, "Since she has this talent, it shouldn't be wasted."

Teacher Zhang felt that Teacher Kang shouldn't expect everyone to be like him. "Everyone has their own ambitions. I think Han Jiejie just treats drawing as a hobby."

Teacher Kang frowned even more deeply.

Teacher Zhang continued, "Judging from Han Jiejie's clothes and demeanor, her family must be well-off, so she wouldn't be relying on painting to make money."

Teacher Kang kept looking at the older sister's paintings and liked them more and more. "I will make her fall in love with painting."

Teacher Zhang was taken aback. "Why are you so concerned about her? Although she is very talented, she's not someone who's never been seen before or will never be seen again."

Teacher Kang touched the older sister's painting and said, "As long as she is willing to work hard, she can achieve something that is unprecedented and unparalleled."

"You're giving her way too much credit, aren't you?"

"She can do it. I won't misjudge her."

Teacher Kang stood up curiously. "Let me see what kind of painting she painted that makes you think her artistic skills have reached such a high level."

Teacher Kang handed the older sister's painting to Teacher Zhang.

My sister painted a landscape painting. In her painting, the mountains and water seemed to have come to life. One was majestic and powerful, the other gentle and graceful. One was firm and upright, the other nourishing all things.

Teacher Zhang was also amazed by the older sister's painting. When you look at the older sister's painting, you are first moved by its artistic conception. Only after calming down can you realize that the painter's skills are lacking.

Teacher Kang smiled. "Do you still think I have a high opinion of her?"

Teacher Zhang looked at the painting for a while longer before returning it to Teacher Kang. "You're right. She has great potential. But I still don't think she'll put all her energy into painting." Talent alone isn't enough to achieve something unprecedented and unparalleled.

Teacher Kang looked at Teacher Zhang and said, "I am her teacher. With my supervision, her skills will definitely improve."

Teacher Zhang thought about it and agreed. It's perfectly reasonable for teachers to assign homework. But… “You're not planning to give her extra tutoring, are you?”

"No. I'll have all the students practice together."

I hope you succeed.

"I will definitely train her to become a top master."

At noon, after my sister finished lunch and returned to her dormitory, everyone in the dormitory already knew that Teacher Kang had been giving her individual guidance.

Whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement by fate, my sister's roommates were all kind people. Although they were envious of Ms. Kang's individual guidance, none of them were jealous. My sister then reiterated that she had been learning to draw since she could hold chopsticks.

When everyone heard that my sister started learning to draw so early, they asked her curiously if anyone in her family could draw.

My sister told them that both her mother and grandfather were painters. The grandfather my sister mentioned was Lao Shang.

The next day, after class, Teacher Kang assigned a huge amount of homework to the older girls.

My sister didn't seem to care.

As a result, for a whole month, Teacher Kang assigned them a lot of homework every day.

On Sunday, as soon as my sister got home, she stretched out her hand to Han Bin. "Dad, do you think my hand has gotten thinner?"

Han Bin looked at her. "You seem to have lost weight. What, are you trying to lose weight like everyone else? Daughter, let me tell you, health is the foundation of everything. You can't ruin your health just to lose weight."

"I haven't lost weight."

"Why have your hands gotten so thin?"

"Our teacher gives us a ton of homework every day. Dad, my hands are about to cramp up."

Han Bin felt extremely distressed. "Why does your teacher assign so much homework?"

My sister sighed. "Our teacher is a drawing fanatic. He probably thinks we're all like him, so he makes us draw and draw. I'm almost dizzy from all the drawing."

The older sister looked into the house. "Dad, is Mom home?"

"Not here."

The older sister's eyes lit up: "Dad, could you secretly help me transfer to another school?" If her mother knew that she wanted to transfer to another school because she had too much homework, her mother would definitely not agree.