Chapter Eighty-Four: Witnessing a Miracle

"You, you're Teacher Xiang?" Xiao Jing shouted.

The young man who came, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, was about 1.7 meters tall, and had a thin face, with sharp edges and contours.

He can't say that he is handsome, his appearance is the same as his name, ordinary can no longer be ordinary.

But it's also a little intriguing.

"That's right, I'm just moving forward, hello!" the young man heard Teacher Mi mention, so he put down his painting tool and stretched out his right hand.

Xiao Jing and Zi Xuan smiled and shook hands with him one by one.

Feng Wuyu was puzzled, "Why, you seem to know each other!?" As soon as Feng Wuyu said, Xiao Jing explained a little, and several people laughed.

Indeed, if you count the previous events, they can be regarded as old acquaintances.

About twenty minutes ago, Zixuan and Xiaojing took the elevator on the first floor. Because there were too many people in the elevator, Xiaojing stood in front and followed everyone in. Zixuan then followed and was about to enter, and at this time the elevator called the police.

"It's overloaded! It's bad luck. Zixuan smiled bitterly.

She opened her mouth and called Xiaojing to go out with her, wanting her to accompany her. They can take another elevator or take the next one.

At this time, a man grabbed Zixuan, who was about to go out, took the initiative to get out of the elevator, and said to Zixuan, "You can sit, it's okay if I wait." ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for anyone else to respond, and then walked straight out of the elevator.

This man is forward.

"Speaking of which, we haven't had time to thank you yet!"

"Thank you! You see I arrived before you in the end, and I took advantage. Xiang Xiang smiled.

Zixuan took the elevator because of the large number of people, so she stopped a few times in the middle. There was no one in the elevator next to the front, so it was the first to come up.

After learning that Jing was his student, he was surprised.

"I've never been this big student!"

Similarly, Mi Teacher Mi Dan was also very curious about Xiaojing's admission, but he didn't have time to ask yet.

In the face of these gazes, Zixuan had to help Xiaojing explain, and emphasized the reason why he had said it to Feng Wuyan before, kindergarten teachers need this kind of painting skills!

"I can see that you must be a good teacher!" said Xiang Xiang approvingly, "The children are happy to have a teacher like you!"

"I've won the prize to the teacher!, I don't dare to be it!" Xiaojing said with a smile.

But in my heart, I was secretly complaining about Zixuan, what kind of ghost kindergarten teacher, can I only teach young children? I'm on a thief ship, okay!

After the greetings, Wind Dance left the classroom.

Later, the school staff went to other classrooms to bring a set of desks and chairs for the upper grades. This is tailor-made for Xiaojing, after all, the other students are children, and it is said that the oldest of them is only 12 years old.

Xiaojing's chair is naturally placed in the last row of the classroom. Even so, it still attracts a lot of attention from the little ones. Although Xiaojing thinks that she has a strong affinity, she feels a lot of pressure when she is looked at by so many pairs of eyes.

Fortunately, Mr. Midan is empathetic. Before the formal class, Teacher Mi explained to everyone - Xiaojing is also a teacher, but she is here to listen to the class. The little guys' "chirping" chatter gradually stopped.

Xiao Jing sat on the chair, looked at the rows of short heads in front of her, and couldn't help but say to Zixuan, who was listening beside her: "Sister, you say, am I also standing out from the crowd?"

Zi Xuan smiled secretly in her heart, but she didn't refute her, which was enough to make her proud.

Xiaojing is petite, and she is on the short side of the three sisters, and every time she stands together, she needs to look up at them.

Now sitting in the middle of a group of children, it can be said that you can see the mountains at a glance!

The first and second classes are Mr. Midan's classes. Ms. Mi is worthy of being a professional art teacher, with many years of experience in art teaching, her classes from simple to complex, with storytelling and games and other ways to introduce simple character plots to learn painting, edutainment, so that students are happy throughout the class.

Zixuan listened to the lecture in the back, and couldn't help nodding her head in praise. This kind of learning can improve visual thinking, and the combination of hands, eyes and brains can be effective, which further stimulates students' imagination and interest in art.

In these two lessons, Xiaojing naturally started writing. Two large trees and three small birds are drawn, one of which is catching insects. She named the painting "The Forest Guard".

Teacher Midan inspected the classroom, and was stunned when he saw Xiaojing's painting, with a puzzled look on his face, and then walked away with a smile.

In the end, when Zixuan saw this, she was speechless and said, "Please, you are acting, can you not draw so ...... Mature, okay?"

Xiao Jing looked helpless, and said with a smile, "No way, who called me a genius child?"

"Pretend! and then pretend......"

The last two verses are taught forward. Compared to Midan's course, his class was a little deeper.

Although, Xiangxiang also took care of those young children and let them draw stick figures. However, his classes focused on the basics of drawing, such as geometry, still lifes, plaster casting, and sketching.

Obviously, the school does not completely subdivide the students in the class for the sake of running the school, which is mainly for the slightly older children in the class. After all, sketching is based on realism, which is an indispensable means of formal painting training. Sketching improves students' ability to accurately represent objects, and exercises their observation methods and comprehension of paintings.

This time, Zixuan couldn't help but occupy a small half of the table, and moved her hands, but it was a pity that the crockpot and apples were painted crookedly, and Xiaojing's stomach was broken by laughter.

After drawing one or two more pictures, many of the students were a little tired due to their young age. When it was time to come down to check on the study, Zixuan asked with a smile.

She asked, "Teacher Xiang, can you make a game to boost their spirits?"

Xiang Xiang was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a wry smile: "This event has not been arranged, and it is likely that it will take a long time to prepare." ”

Zixuan shook her head and said, "This actually won't take a few minutes." ”

She casually grabbed a coin from the table. This coin was used by Xiaojing as a still life model. Zixuan put the coin in her right hand on the palm of her left hand.

Then she said, "Is there only one coin?"

Xiangqian said with interest, "Yes! What's wrong?!"

"Look at it!" Zi Xuan stretched out the palm of her right hand and looked forward, meaning that there was nothing.

Then, she slowly covered the coin with her palm.

"Teacher Xiang, this game is fun!" Xiaojing said with a smile.

She naturally knew the trick Zixuan wanted next, mortals seemed to be able to create something out of nothing, but there was always a truth that could be punctured.

And what they did, no one present must have been able to find out.

Zixuan smiled: "Teacher Xiang, guess what I have in my hand?"

"Are you still magical?" said with a smile to the front, "so close, you move so slowly, I only see a coin in your hand!"

"A coin, really?" Zi Xuan said with a smile,

"Now it's time to witness the miracle!"