Chapter 153 Thrown into the sea
After a brief visit to Xuezhou's calligraphy and painting academy, it was time for the afternoon classes.
The person in charge of Pingnan Xuezhou is surnamed Zhao, named Zhao Wenzhao. She is a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and looks intellectual and gentle.
Teacher Zhao gave the two a brief training session.
Because the children that Cong Chun and Duan Mingxiao will be responsible for taking care of are not very old, around eight or nine years old, the age to start elementary school.
Therefore, the main focus for children of this age is to let them experience the beauty of art and develop their free imagination. As a result, the curriculum is not too rigorous and is more about experiential learning.
Respect children's desire to express themselves and let them create independently.
After hearing this, Cong Chun vaguely formed a plan in his mind.
The quality of education in most schools here is far inferior to that in Jinghai City. Elementary schools here have various interest groups and even study abroad experiences.
One after another, by 2:30 p.m., many children had arrived at Xuezhou's calligraphy and painting academy.
The two had just changed into the dark blue vests worn by the volunteer teachers at the school.
When the young master looked down at his dark blue vest, a hint of disdain flashed in his narrow eyes.
The dark blue vest was printed with the words "Xuezhou" in large letters, simple and straightforward.
"Why are these clothes still so ugly? Your taste hasn't improved at all over the years. It's a disgrace that the old man is the president of the association. I might as well be the one to take the position."
"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was wearing a life jacket."
Immediately afterward, Duan Mingxiao looked up and saw Cong Chun waving a small flag in the distance.
Cong Chun carried out his work diligently, because the children who came every week were different, and everyone came voluntarily, treating the place more as an art museum, except that this museum could be put into practice.
Cong Chun held a small flag in his hand and waved it earnestly to show that their teacher was here today.
Everyone, hurry over to Teacher Cong Chun.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, was about to burst out laughing.
Perhaps because it was Cong Chun's first time participating in such an event, and facing so many children younger than him, the boy was a little nervous, his little face tense, and his lips unconsciously pursed.
Cong Chun tried to project an approachable image, but perhaps due to nervousness, her smile appeared stiff, making her look like a little robot.
[Chun Chun looks so silly.]
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao saw the boy waving a flag not far away turn his head and glance at him, as if glaring at him.
The young master immediately shut up and stopped talking.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao finally reacted.
[What am I afraid of? I didn't say anything just now, so Chun definitely doesn't know.]
[Coincidence, it's all a coincidence! Yes, it must be a coincidence.]
Immediately afterwards, a large group of children gathered around Cong Chun, like ducklings gathered around their mother. However, a group of children, quacking and making noise together, are just like ducklings in this respect.
Duan Mingxiao immediately grabbed the cardboard box and stood next to Cong Chun. The boy was tall and strong, and Cong Chun, standing next to him, might have grown a little taller, but she was only about three or four fingers above Duan Mingxiao's shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao prepared to distribute the painting aprons that the calligraphy and painting academy had prepared for the children.
At this moment, a little girl with two braids stood in front of Duan Mingxiao.
The little girl looked up at Duan Mingxiao, who was like a mountain to her, her tone curious.
"Teacher, you're so tall!"
Duan Mingxiao nodded expressionlessly in response.
However, Cong Chun, who was standing to the side, clearly heard Duan Mingxiao's inner thoughts.
"Of course! Don't you know who I am? My height is just my smallest advantage."
[Tsk, but Chun Chun seems to have grown a little taller, hahaha, but still not as tall as me, hahaha.]
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun silently took a step to the side.
Duan Mingxiao didn't notice anything unusual at first, until Cong Chun was about to take the second step.
The young master suddenly raised his hand, his slender fingers easily hooking the hat on Cong Chun's back, because Cong Chun was wearing a black jumpsuit today.
Cong Chun was pulled back.
Cong Chun blinked unhappily. He silently handed out aprons, secretly resolving never to wear a hooded coat again.
Aprons were distributed to each child, and everyone skillfully tied them on.
But one of the children looked a little evasive.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun felt a pulling force coming from behind him.
The boy turned around and saw a little girl wearing a yellow dress whose clothes looked a bit dirty.
The little girl's hair was a bit messy, with some strands tangled together and not combed properly.
She had an apron hanging around her neck, and she spoke to Cong Chun in a hurried but timid tone.
"Teacher, I... can't get it to work..."
The little girl had just finished speaking.
A large group of children were watching her.
Seemingly noticing the gazes directed at her, the little girl became even more frightened.
Cong Chun comforted her, telling her not to worry. Then the boy squatted down and tied a simple bow on the back of the little girl's apron.
The eldest young master, standing to the side, remained silent, as if he had thought of something.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Cong Chun began his first lesson, with Duan Mingxiao serving as his assistant.
This was arranged personally by Xu Binzhou and the person in charge. That brat still hasn't apologized to him for the koi fish incident last time.
In recent years, Duan Mingxiao has become obsessed with racing and hasn't come here to practice calligraphy much. Every time he comes, it's just to annoy him.
During the time Xu Binzhou was hospitalized, the eldest young master himself was too inconvenient to visit due to his limp, but he would send someone to visit him from time to time. On the day of his discharge, Duan Mingxiao also came to see him, despite his limp.
Grandpa Xu was so moved that he would secretly shed tears in the middle of the night. Now that Duan Mingxiao was in college, his rebellious phase was finally over.
Unexpectedly, after only a few days, things remained the same.
He used to have old friends of the same age who often complained to him about how infuriating and rebellious their children were.
Although Grandpa Xu had no children in his life, he still truly experienced it.
Moreover, this Duan Mingxiao is the plus version.
If it weren't for the responsibility of taking on students, Xu Binzhou would have long since hidden away in the deep mountains and forests.
This time, we must let him be an assistant so that Cong Chun can temper his character.
Grandpa Xu never expected that the eldest son would enjoy it so much. He could give the children simple tools and listen to Teacher Cong Chun's lectures. How wonderful!
However, Cong Chun was worried that the young master was so big that standing to the side would block the children's view.
Cong Chun could only let Duan Mingxiao sit on the small green stool that the children sat on.
Duan Mingxiao was still smug.
[Stupid Chun is just worried about me, afraid that standing will get me tired, so she made me sit on a chair.]
[This stool is a bit small, tsk.]
[Sigh, is he going to pursue me? Well… I'm not mentally prepared yet.]
Cong Chun was standing behind a child, guiding the child to think. The theme he had set for his creation today was "the sea".
Because Cong Chun had never seen the sea, and he had also learned before coming that Pingnan is an inland city with many scenic spots and famous mountains, the children here were probably like him and had never seen the sea.
He wanted to let the children use their imagination to draw the sea in their minds, and then introduce them to some marine art or architectural works by artists.
Because Cong Chun was not an art major, he specifically sought out Xu Binzhou for some training before coming here.
But now, hearing Duan Mingxiao's inner thoughts, Cong Chun only wanted to throw the young master into the sea.
In this way, the world will be much quieter.
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