Director Yin tapped his fingers on the table.
Jiang Wanyue waited quietly.
Principal Zheng was already sweating profusely, thinking that if the director refused, he would definitely resort to a trick of self-torture. However, he was already old, so what trick of self-torture would be best?
"You are very eloquent and you convinced me." Director Yin finally spoke, "Please contact the union for specific matters."
"Thank you, Director!" Jiang Wanyue finally felt relieved. She said with a smile, "By the way, the Director asked us to come here because he wanted to know the details of the auxiliary course. Some things are hard to explain. Why don't you take a look at it yourself?"
Director Yin was wondering what to do when he saw Jiang Wanyue take out a scroll from a bag beside him, untie the string, and slowly open it.
Principal Zheng also looked over curiously.
Along the way, Jiang Wanyue protected this thing like a treasure. He thought it was a letter to be sent back to the provincial capital, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be two paintings.
One picture is of an art class, where students are learning about various colors. Countless pairs of black and white eyes are reflecting colorful colors, which reflects the thirst for knowledge.
Another picture shows a music class where a female teacher uses leaves as musical instruments and students open their mouths to sing. The picture is silent, but it makes the viewers' blood boil. It seems as if the prelude to the national anthem rings in their ears, which is a call of mission.
"Great! These two paintings are so great!" Director Yin couldn't believe it. "Are they Teacher Jiang's paintings?"
Jiang Wanyue was a little embarrassed: "I thought this scene was very touching, so I recorded it. I'm sorry to make the director laugh."
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