Whether big or small, children all look forward to art class.
As soon as Lin Jingshu appeared at the corner of the stairs, a student rushed back to the classroom to inform her.
"The art teacher is here."
With the dull ringing of the bell, the children returned to their seats as quickly as possible.
When Lin Jingshu walked into the classroom, everyone put their hands on the table, straightened their posture, and looked at her intently.
"Attend class."
The monitor called out and all the students stood up and bowed to greet him.
"Hello, teacher."
"Please sit down."
After everyone sat down, Lin Jingshu began to introduce herself.
"Hello everyone, I'm your new art teacher. My last name is Lin, and you can call me Teacher Lin."
The children sitting below smiled excitedly when they saw Lin Jingshu. They hadn't had art class for a long time. Every time the head teacher came to teach art class, he asked them to study on their own, which was boring.
The drawing paper that Ji Xin brought was circulated among the classmates. Everyone was happier than the other when they learned that a new art teacher was coming.
In the first class, Lin Jingshu did not give a long speech about unfounded things.
Children of this age cannot sit still and don’t want to listen, so it’s better to just let them draw.
The children had limited drawing paper, so Lin Jingshu brought some from the office, one piece for each child. After they finished drawing, they collected it and it was considered their homework.
In this era, art classes are not mainstream courses, but are merely a form of entertainment for children.
Lin Jingshu’s teachings were simple and easy to understand. The children were very enthusiastic and wrote carefully, fearing that they would waste the drawing paper.
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