Seeing Sun Qianqian's stupid appearance, the eyes of the group of girls next to her became more and more sarcastic.

That is, when Sun Qianqian was in a daze, when a boy passed by the smallest maple tree, he saw the painting on the ground that was fixed on the drawing board, as if he had seen something cola, bent down and dangled the painting in his hand, and laughed:

"Hahahaha!

Which one painted this?

It's so funny, isn't it?

Didn't Mr. Wang ask us to paint on the theme of maple trees today?

What the hell is this drawing?

I've never seen a colorful maple tree, hahaha, no, I'm dying of laughter. ”

The boy coaxed him like this, and many of his classmates gathered around, all of whom said that they wanted to see this funny painting with their own eyes.

"Wow, this is what our classmates drew it?

No way!

Junior high school students can actually draw kindergarten-level paintings, admiration, admiration, hahaha. ”

"If this is seen by Mr. Wang, I'm afraid it will stain his eyes.

If you don't know how to draw, you can't draw like this! ”

"Hey, I said, whose painting is this ghostly painting? Don't come out and admit it yet? ”

“......”

A group of boys and girls gathered around gossiping, laughing constantly, and bantering one after another, so lively.

For a moment, everyone was extremely curious about the creator of this painting.

Who the hell can draw such a different picture!

Sun Qianqian stood stiffly in place, seeing that everyone was laughing at her paintings, her hands clutched her pants tightly, she was very sad in her heart, and she was a little overwhelmed all of a sudden.

She didn't understand why, all along, she thought that her paintings were beautiful, but others just laughed at her for being ugly.

Really...... Except for idols and sisters, no one likes my paintings, right? - Sun Qianqian thought sadly.

She watched as the boy held her painting high in his hand and dangled it back and forth, wondering whether to claim it for fear of being ostracized and laughed at by everyone.

At this time, Mr. Wang, who would turn a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window as soon as he started painting, finally finished painting his watercolor painting, and put the painting that had not yet dried aside to dry.

He glanced at the noisy group of students in front of him, and when he heard that someone had painted a colorful maple tree, he felt a little strange, stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked into the crowd of noisy and laughing students who were rolling forward and backwards to join in the fun.

Mr. Wang thinks that it is the nature of children to be noisy, and he thinks that art is actually just an innocuous sub-class from the conventional aspect, so in his art class, there is no organization and no discipline, and it has always been a "free-range" mode.

And the students are not polite, when they arrive at Mr. Wang's art class, it is like using all the power of the wilderness to play with joy.

But these students will listen obediently when Mr. Wang lectures, and the art tasks of each art class will be completed very seriously!

After all, Mr. Wang wears a halo on his head that can blind people, coupled with his easy-going personality, whether he is an art lover or not, in this school, almost all teachers and students admire him and like him very much.

Just because the principal of the experimental middle school was fortunate to recruit Mr. Wang to his school, in recent years, not only Ewha City, but also other cities, those students who have high painting talent, or are particularly keen on painting, are squeezing their heads and want to squeeze into this school!

Although Mr. Wang is only 1.6 meters short, with a round Mediterranean head, pockmarked face, and thief eyebrows, he is an international master-level painter!

Since he came to the experimental middle school, it can be regarded as a fame and fortune for the management of this school, not only the tuition fees have risen, but also because of the abundance of painting talents, almost a monopoly on all the awards of major domestic painting competitions.

Nowadays, when it comes to experimental middle schools, the first word that pops up in people's minds is "painting incubation base"!

As soon as he saw Mr. Wang coming, the male classmate hurriedly handed the painting in his hand to him, and excitedly pulled him to comment, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, look at what this painting is!" ”

The boy's voice fell, and then there was another burst of laughter around him.

Teacher Wang curiously took the drawing paper handed over by the naughty boy, and before he could look at it, a girl in the class with shoulder-length short hair came over and handed her painting to him, and the drawing paper covered Sun Qianqian's painting.

"Teacher Wang, can you help me take a look, how is my painting? Is there anything that is still lacking? She stared at Teacher Wang and earnestly asked for advice.

This girl's name is Lan Yan, she is tall, her voice is crisp, she has a pair of big eyes that can speak, and her face is round, which is that kind of cute and beautiful.

Since she was three years old, she has been arranged by her parents to enroll in various painting classes to learn to paint, and she herself loves to paint, so she has always worked hard.

Lan Yan has participated in many children's painting competitions when she was in elementary school, and she has also achieved good results, and is recognized as a young painter in her class.

Mr. Wang took a closer look at Lan Yan's paintings, and at a glance, he could see that he had solid basic skills, which was a decent style of painting, which was as good as ever, but the painting was too dead and lacked a little aura.

But after all, Lan Yan is only a fourteen-year-old junior high school student, and it is already very good to be able to draw to this point, and Teacher Wang is not too demanding, let alone casually hitting her self-confidence, so as not to extinguish the flame of her love for painting in her heart.

After thinking about it, since the little girl humbly asked for advice from him and wanted to make progress, he was also willing to give some advice, so he patted her on the shoulder, smiled indifferently, and gave his opinion as tactfully as possible: "Lan Yan, yes, the painting is very good." It would be perfect if you could use more emotion when you draw in the future. ”

Lan Yan listened to the advice given by Teacher Wang, and felt that this was a bit obscure, and she was stunned for a while.

"Feelings? Teacher Wang, how can I use more emotion? Is my color wrong? Lan Yan scratched her head, her eyes full of desire to learn.

Teacher Wang smiled meaningfully, and suddenly asked a question, "Lan Yan, what do you think is the difference between the paintings of those painting masters and the paintings of ordinary people?" ”

"The difference? Maybe they want to draw better, right? Lan Yan's eyes were full of confusion, and the second monk was confused.

Teacher Wang shook his head and smiled, "Okay? How is it good? I can't actually say that.

I only know that there are some people who paint and see mountains as mountains and water as water, and some people who paint look at mountains and not mountains, and water is not water.

Lan Yan, in addition to the 'shape' of painting, it also pays attention to the 'meaning', if you can perceive a story and a certain emotion on your drawing paper in the future, then you should understand.

Don't worry, everything is going to wait for an opportunity to open your mind, you have the talent to draw, and your painting is pretty good, the teacher appreciates you very much, continue to work hard. ”

At this moment, almost the entire class of students had already gathered around Teacher Wang, and Lan Yan and everyone were in a fog.

Lan Yan took back his painting, and he couldn't see anything famous when he looked left and right, anyway, he felt that he had painted it very beautifully.

The other students surrounded Lan Yan, vying to see her paintings, and they all said that the maple forest on the drawing paper was painted by her as particularly beautiful, special like, and very good.

While everyone was busy admiring Lan Yan's paintings, Mr. Wang withdrew his loving gaze that stayed on those children, lowered his head, and fell on the painting paper that had been ridiculed by everyone before.

Originally, I just thought that a naughty student was not good at drawing in art class, so I foolishly drew a picture that everyone laughed at the level of children, purely curious about what kind of spoof the student had drawn.

Who knows, it doesn't matter what he looks at, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly felt that his eyes lit up!