Little Pomelo: This teacher doesn't seem like a good person at all.
Feng Yuandan lowered her head and said, "Yes, teacher."
"Alright."
Teacher Qiu glanced at Xiaoyouzi almost imperceptibly, then waved her hand and said, "Then you can continue to be the class representative. I don't need to look for another one."
He gestured for Feng Yuandan to sit down, then tapped the blackboard and wrote his surname: "My surname is Qiu. You can just call me Teacher Qiu from now on."
"I know you are all young masters and ladies from wealthy families, and you must have been exposed to painting since you were young. I won't make any special arrangements. I'll just give you a theme, and you can finish your paintings after class and hand them in to me before you leave."
Glancing at the children below the stage, each with their own unique expression, Teacher Qiu wrote the theme on the blackboard: Sea of Flowers.
"Students, you can use gouache or oil painting, depending on what style you are good at. Crayon and pencil drawings are also fine."
As Teacher Qiu spoke, she glanced at the time: "There's one minute left before class starts. Everyone can begin now."
"A sea of flowers." Little Yuzu looked at Teacher Qiu intently before lowering her eyes to look at her drawing board.
She had also painted this theme when she was sketching with her senior.
She can draw, though.
After taking a look, Xiaoyouzi decided to paint an oil painting.
She was basically taught oil painting by her senior.
Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen my senior sister.
Little Yuzi quickly painted an oil painting.
She took a photo with the camera on her watch to commemorate the occasion.
Then I glanced at the time.
The lesson is supposed to be 45 minutes long, but only 20 minutes have passed so far.
Yay! School can end early!
Little Yuzi picked up her drawing and prepared to hand it in to her teacher.
Wen Shuqin, who was standing next to him, glanced at it and silently decided to speed up his pace.
Little Yuzi not only draws quickly, but she also draws very well.
"Teacher, I'm handing in my homework." Little Yuzu placed her oil painting in front of Teacher Qiu, full of confidence.
Submit your work early and leave early.
Teacher Qiu glanced at Xiaoyouzi's painting, a dark glint in her eyes, and then said, "Xiaoyouzi, there's something wrong with this painting."
"Where is the problem?" Little Yuzu looked at Teacher Qiu intently.
Is this person deliberately trying to cause trouble?
Teacher Qiu smiled and said, "It's alright, go back to your seat, and I'll teach you."
Without waiting for Xiaoyouzi's reply, Teacher Qiu took her drawing and went to her seat.
Little Pomelo: ...
Wen Tian and the others peeked out, wanting to see what was wrong with Xiao Youzi's drawing.
"Wow, the flower sea that Xiaoyouzi drew is so beautiful!" Mu Siyu exclaimed first, her eyes sparkling.
Jiang Qian, standing nearby, chimed in, "Yes, it's really good!"
"Yes, absolutely beautiful." Wen Shuqin and Wen Tian both praised Xiaoyouzi.
Only Teacher Qiu said with a dark face, "Little Yuzu, come and sit down."
What exactly does this person mean?
Little Yuzu didn't understand.
I glanced at Teacher Qiu, then sat down.
Seeing this, Teacher Qiu walked behind Xiaoyouzi and said, "Come on, Xiaoyouzi, pick up your pen and I'll teach you."
"Hmm?" Little Yuzu glanced at Teacher Qiu's posture, who was almost completely surrounding herself.
She thought for a moment, then slipped away from where the barrier was blocking her way: "Teacher, please just correct my drawing."
I'd like to see how you change it.
Before Teacher Qiu could speak, Xiao Youzi urged, "Teacher, please sit down. We all want to see it, right?"
“Yes, that’s right,” Jiang Qian was the first to agree.
"That's right!"
With the others agreeing and Xiaoyouzi pushing along, Teacher Qiu's face darkened.
His narrow eyes glanced coldly at Xiaoyouzi and Jiang Qian, and his voice became indifferent: "Xiaoyouzi, this is your homework."
"You should complete all your homework yourself. The teacher's role is to teach you, not to help you."
Mu Siyu and the others felt something was wrong, but for a moment they couldn't find a reason to refute it.
Jiang Qian, in particular, turned red in the face.
Little Yuzi was not suppressed by Teacher Qiu at all. She pointed to the paintbrush and said, "But, the teacher was going to hold my hand and correct my drawing. Wasn't that also the teacher's drawing?"
"How about the teacher draws on the blackboard and writes down the points I'm unsure about, and I correct them myself, okay?"
The people sitting in their seats all nodded in agreement.
Teacher Qiu's expression darkened further.
"Teacher, thank you for your trouble." Wen Shuqin stood up and stood in front of Xiaoyouzi, his cold little face expressionless.
Teacher Qiu immediately scolded her sternly: "What's your name? What are you doing standing up? Go back and finish your drawing right now. If you don't hand in your homework after class, you'll get points deducted."
Enraged, he looked around and said fiercely, "And you lot, what are you watching? Hurry up and draw!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Tian blinked her big, bright eyes pitifully and looked at Teacher Qiu: "Teacher, my drawing is finished. Can we see it? We also want to see how you teach. Our previous art teachers always taught us before we drew."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Qiu choked.
Wen Tian couldn't help but chuckle to herself: Little Yuzi's teachings are really useful.
“I’ve finished drawing too.” Wen Shuqin nodded coldly.
However, his drawing was rather hasty; in order to protect the little pomelo, the later parts were just drawn randomly.
"Alright, alright, just watch." Faced with so many big, watery eyes, Qiu Sitong knew that no matter how many thoughts she had in her mind, it was useless.
He sighed and plopped down on Xiaoyouzi's little stool.
As soon as I sat down, a chilling, bone-chilling cold shot up my tailbone and straight to the top of my head.
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