Mark said with disgust, "Stop pretending. It's because you tried to steal some cosmetics home and Zhao Man found out, so you started laughing at her and saying bad things about her."
Facing the strange looks from everyone around her, Weiwei's face instantly turned red, "I didn't!"
Mark raised an eyebrow, "No?"
He raised his hand and pointed at the camera on the ceiling. "Think carefully before you speak."
Weiwei's face turned pale and blue, her skin was burning, and she felt ashamed and angry.
After watching her put out the fire, Mark's eyes swept over the students of various appearances in the room one by one.
"Do you all think Zhao Man is ridiculous? Are you mocking her openly or covertly?"
“…”
Everyone avoided their gaze.
Indeed, Suman's existence gave them a great sense of superiority, and they were used to making jokes about Suman.
Mark naturally knew their little thoughts. He sneered, "You are all just laughing at each other. I just want to ask you one question: when have you ever heard me make the same mistake as her?"
The students in the classroom looked at each other.
It seems, it’s true.
In the past half month, although Mark would scold Suman in every class, he never scolded her for the same mistake.
The other students were all asked the same question to a greater or lesser extent.
After all, makeup is not only a kind of brain memory, but also a kind of muscle memory, especially some personal habits, which are difficult to change all at once.
Teacher Mark has always treated everyone equally. No matter who made a mistake, they would be scolded. He has never scolded Su Man for this, that is, she has never made the same mistake?
This not only requires strong comprehension and memory, but also requires constant hard practice.
Given time, she'll make all the mistakes she needs to make, and her makeup skills...
For a moment, the students' eyes looking at Su Man changed.
Seeing that they all realized the problem, Mark snorted coldly, "You all keep your eyes fixed on your past achievements, progressing slower than a snail. You've heard the story of the tortoise and the hare, right? And you're still laughing at others. As you keep laughing, you've become the laughing stock yourself."
Amidst gazes of either surprise or jealousy, Suman walked up to the podium.
Today Mark was talking about stage makeup. He first asked Su Man to paint half of her face, pointed out her problems and criticized her, and then demonstrated on the other half of her face.
After the explanation, Mark asked Suman to help another student put on makeup according to the method and process he explained.
A miracle happened. Suman actually learned Mark's makeup skills perfectly.
Although there are still not enough details, it is very rare to be able to understand to this extent in such a short time.
Seeing this, Xiaoxue, who was sitting in the first row, looked alert.
They had all seen what Su Man was like when she first arrived. In just two weeks, she had already made rapid progress. Given time, she would definitely become her rival. If Su Man snatched the recommendation spot...
No, she has admired Teacher Luo Ming for a long time, and this opportunity can only be hers.
...
After today’s appearance, many students came over to get close to Suman after class.
But whether she is popular or ridiculed, it doesn't have much impact on Suman.
As usual, she packed up everything in the classroom and went to pick up An Ning when the time came.
On the way to kindergarten, Su Man flipped through her class notes and pondered them carefully.
She has four classes every day and needs to digest them well.
It was still early for Su Man to arrive at the kindergarten, so she sat under a big tree beside the road, took out a brush and painted the eye makeup she had just learned today on the back of her hand.
She first outlines the eyes with eyeliner on the back of her hand, then begins to apply the color with a small brush.
The setting sun was about to fall, outlining a faint red in the sky.
Su Man was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn't notice that the kindergarten was already over.
In the fence at the entrance of the kindergarten, two little kids were holding the railing and looking out.
"What is your mother doing?" Joyful Bean asked curiously.
An Ning raised her head proudly. "My mother is a makeup artist. She is amazing. She can always paint my eyes in all kinds of colors."
Joy???
She began to worry about An Ning's mother's future. Her makeup skills were so poor. What if An Ning didn't have enough food to eat?
In order to prevent An Ning from having to live outdoors with his mother, Xi Yue decided to tell him a secret that she had kept hidden for many years.
"peaceful."
Joy's expression was serious. "Are you someone worthy of trust?"
When she said this, her brows were furrowed, and her expression of deep hatred and bitterness was obviously learned from a TV series.
An Ning was also infected by this "solemn" atmosphere, and nodded with a stern face, "You go."
Joy said mysteriously, "Actually, my father's name is..."
An Ning swallowed nervously, "What's your name?"
"Luo Ming."
“…”
Joy waited for a long time, but An Ning didn't respond at all. Seeing that she didn't achieve the expected effect, Joy became dissatisfied and asked, "Did you hear me? My dad's name is Luo Ming."
An Ning nodded hesitantly, "I heard it. Um, what next?"
Joy was angry, "Isn't Luo Ming enough?"
Seeing Xi Yue's face gradually becoming ferocious, An Ning was forced to nod and agree under her tyranny, "Enough, enough, enough."
Joy was so angry that she was fuming. What was going on?
Her dad is the best makeup artist in the world, so cool!
Although she was very angry, she suppressed her anger when she thought about her position as class monitor. "Okay, I'll talk to Auntie. You're too young to understand these complicated things."
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