Because of the art teacher's targeting, Cangran has become the focus of the class again.

"Hurry up and stand up, don't delay everyone's time!" Seeing that Cang Ran was still sitting there with an unchanged face, the teacher accentuated his tone.

"I paid the tuition, and it is my right to go to class, why should I stand there?"

Talking to the teacher, Cangran didn't even stand up, sat calmly in his seat, and showed great contempt.

"You! Who allowed you to talk to the teacher in such a tone! You stand up for me! The teacher on the podium slammed the lesson plan on the table, apparently really angry.

And Cangran, who was sitting there, was still very calm.

"As a teacher, you must first be aware of your own status, how can you educate people if you are not right? If it is because my family is poor and can't afford to buy a pen and I have to face the wall during class time, then this so-called school that is the cradle of education is just a garbage station full of copper smell! ”

When Cang Ran said these words, everyone present was shocked and went crazy, this was the first thought that appeared in their minds.

The teacher didn't react for a while, and when she eased up, her face turned red, and the students in class were scared, how could she be embarrassed!

"Don't say these useless, you just don't take art classes seriously, art is not within the scope of the exam, if you had bought Chinese and math a long time ago, you are a problem of attitude! If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, you can't even prepare well, and you still tell me that it's useless! ”

"Really?" The calm set off the somewhat impatient teacher on the podium quite ugly, and she calmly took out a pencil, "Then if I finish your so-called homework today with only these pens I bought, will you apologize to me?" ”

The predecessor knew the teacher's temper, so before buying a pencil, he deliberately went to Wu Qianqian's bookstore to check a lot of painting-related books, and only bought a few fewer after repeatedly confirming it, and Cangran, who was proficient in painting, understood at a glance that the predecessor bought these were absolutely enough, and this teacher was just making a fuss and felt that the predecessor didn't take her seriously.

"Okay! You draw! I'm here to see what you can draw! ”

Because of the second year of junior high school, the students' painting courses have been relatively improved, the purpose of buying pencils is to learn sketching, but as she herself said, the art class is not taken seriously, it is said that it is a sketch class, many students have also bought all the equipment and then coped with things, there are few really good paintings in the class, she still doesn't believe that Cangran can draw any flowers!

Although she didn't believe it, Cang Ran had already picked up the pen decently.

The moment she was about to put pen to paper, there seemed to be a sense between heaven and earth, and the sky outside suddenly darkened, as if something was obscuring the sun's rays.

And the drawing paper that was originally laid out on the table seemed to be alive and floated slightly.

Because of the sudden change in the weather outside, the students all turned their heads to look outside, except for Zhang Peng, who had been staring at the pale sky, no one else noticed the floating of the paper.

Cang Ran held the pen in his right hand, quickly pressed the paper with his left hand to prevent it from really floating, then closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and began to write.

She used to paint with a brush dipped in ink, but this was the first time she had drawn with a pencil, but fortunately, she had the usefulness of remembering these pens when she was reading books, and she was now learning and selling, but in fifteen minutes she drew a lively bird.