At the appointed time, at the appointed place, he appeared in front of his first student with a sketchpad and his backpack on his back.

The child is a naughty and cute boy, and he is very disobedient and a little stubborn, as if it is a very difficult thing for him, a person who is not good at coaxing children.

The child will not listen to him at all, sometimes he is a little caught off guard, and he is really helpless in the face of such a child.

He took his mobile phone and sent a message to Lin Jiajia for help, because he knew that Lin Jiajia liked to play with children since he was a child, and he also had a good way of dealing with children.

The eyes of anticipation have been wandering away from the mobile phone and the child's body, but the two things have not been as expected, the mobile phone has not rang for a long time, and the child has not put down the toy in his hand, still as if he does not exist, continue to play with the toys he likes.

Seeing that he didn't have the mind to learn to draw, and didn't understand why his parents wanted him to learn to paint, shouldn't he do what he liked?

Compared with today's children, he and you pay attention to Lin Jiajia's reply, since he was unhappy with Tranquility, the distance between him and Lin Jiajia is not like before, and she always avoids him intentionally or unintentionally.

Maybe it's also, both of them were once best friends, and it was not a good choice for him to stand on that side, but in Han Chen's heart, he was especially grateful to her for choosing to be by Tranquility's side, at least in this way, he could still know that Tranquility was accompanied by someone, and she would not be lonely.

Thinking about it, he suddenly lost his mind, and the child's toy flew in the air, unbiased and crooked, and landed right on his forehead, and the painful feeling made him come back to his senses instantly.

He put down the paintbrush in his hand, looked at the child with serious eyes, stroked his forehead with his hand, and couldn't help but say how he felt at the moment.

And he didn't feel his fault, and when he saw his painful appearance, he couldn't stop laughing in his heart, and his whole body trembled from laughter.

The strange thing is that when he saw him smiling so happily, he didn't feel angry at all, but even more heartwarming.

It's probably been a long time since I've seen such an innocent smile, and suddenly this smile feels particularly precious.

The little boy is eight years old this year, he is actually very smart, but he is a little rebellious, and he is very fond of playing with people.

"Haha, aren't you angry? Actually, I deliberately threw the toy and smashed it at you. He didn't shy away from his every move at all, and told you really that I deliberately smashed you just now, and you can choose to leave when you are angry, or beat him, and then be fired by his parents.

But he didn't, and said to him with a smile: "Why should I be angry, I know that you did it on purpose, and I also know that you don't want to learn to paint, so you want to make me angry, but I just don't like you!"

Han Chen's expression of what can you do to me made him even more angry, even more unreasonable, and threw the toy in his hand at him.

Han Chen, who had been prepared for a long time, happened to catch his toy, and he used to be on the basketball team without any effort, and the toy was in his hands.

At this time, his mobile phone rang, and he read Lin Jiajia's reply, which was a simple four words: "Do what you like!"

He began to observe the child's favorite things, and a pair of eyes were constantly looking for breakthroughs, and found that many of his toys were spherical, and the posters on the wall were among the top basketball stars in China.

He guessed that maybe he liked basketball, this might be a breakthrough point for her, and under his undivided attention, he suddenly quieted down, far away from Han Chen, playing another colorful little basketball.

"How about we come over and talk?" Han Chen said to him.

He glared at Han Chen with a pair of white eyes, and didn't give him a good look or a good look.

"Hey, do you like Yao Ming, how about we come and talk about basketball?" Han Chen continued to say to him.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he was happy, but he immediately regained his nasty expression.

"What's up? Come here, or let's go play basketball." Han Chen said to him with the spherical toy on the ground.

"I'm not going!" he said these three words very resolutely, but his eyes wandered off the basketball.

"Why? Let's talk about basketball, my brother also likes to play basketball. Han Chen began to get close to him in various ways, and he wanted this child to accept him in his heart and prepare for the next class not to be smashed by toys.

"Because I smashed my neighbor's flower pot last time I played basketball, and my neighbor and my parents had an awkward fight, in fact, I really didn't mean to, or accidentally didn't shoot it, so the basketball that ran away just hit her flower pot. ”

He seemed to be trying his best to explain his mistake that time, and seeing his sincerity, Han Chen could think that he must not have done it on purpose.

"Then you do me a favor, and I will do you a favor, how about it?" Han Chen was making a request inch by inch, as if he was approaching him step by step.

"Do you need my help?" he pointed at himself, a little incredulous, and asked Han Chen in a surprised tone.

"That's right, you listen to me talk about painting, and if you follow me to draw even one or two strokes, it can be regarded as help!" Han Chen directly said his inner purpose.

"So what can you help me with?"

Sure enough, in this ever-changing era, even children know not to trade at a loss, and ask about the conditions in advance before trading.

"After we finish drawing, I'll take you to buy flowers to accompany the neighbors, and then take you to play basketball, how about it? Can my conditions meet your needs?" When Han Chen said the conditions, he already knew that he was moved, as if he was 100% winning.

"Then you go with me to play basketball first, buy flowers first, and then paint when you come back!" He began to talk to him about the conditions, in fact, no matter how smart he was, a child could not play with a student who was about to graduate that month.

"No, you have to paint first, you see your parents pay me, I always have a painting to give them an explanation! Otherwise, I won't dare to take you out?" Han Chen took advantage of the small fear of his parents in his heart.

He quickly sat down, looking very interested, and said to Han Chen, "Let's start, what to draw?"

Han Chen smiled, and silently thought in his heart that Lin Jiajia's trick was really effective.

Before he started teaching him to draw, he took his mobile phone and simply replied to Lin Jiajia, "Thank you!"

He took a pencil and sketched a simple structure on the drawing board, and in two minutes, the outline of the basketball star on the wall appeared on the drawing board.