"Classmate, this is what you are painting now, don't bring the adults in the family to draw it!"

When the other students were painting on blank paper, one of them suddenly took out a scroll.

He couldn't help but suspect it, and hurriedly asked, their school doesn't want to make a fool of itself then!

"Teacher, I drew it myself!"

Hearing that the teacher was suspicious of Qin Xinxin, the classmates behind immediately shouted: "Teacher, this is what Qin Xinxin just drew by herself, and we all saw it on the side." ”

Seeing so many classmates saying this, it shouldn't be fake, and the teacher left after collecting it.

"Elder Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you to come over and take a run!"

In a spacious conference room, an old man was sitting in the first place.

It was Luo Jiashu who was sitting next to him, and then he stood up.

Personally pour Zhang Qianlei a cup of tea.

"You're welcome, it's rare for you to think about national education, how can I, Zhang Mou, not come."

In Zhang Qianlei's view, primary school students are the most enlightened time.

Without systematic learning, it is difficult to find some good seedlings.

It's just that the hospitality is hard to refuse, so I have to come over and go through the motions.

"Elder Zhang, the principal is already fine."

Just then, a teacher walked in outside.

"Okay, let's send it in!"

Luo Jiashu also knew that his idea was a bit too naïve.

What kind of person is Zhang Qianlei, let a doctor go to see the homework of the first year of elementary school.

It's hard to be a person, but he still believes that his ideas are not wrong.

"Zhang Lao..."

Looking at the paper that had been placed on the table, Luo Jiashu also blushed a little at this time.

It's all blank sheets of paper, and some of them just draw a circle on them.

He only now realized that he had missed the most important link, and he had not singled out some of the abuses.

But at this time, it was too late, Zhang Qianlei had already walked over.

Shame on you!

I saw Zhang Qianlei who walked over, and he didn't even need a minute, and he had already put aside more than half of the paintings.

"Hey!"

Looking at these so-called paintings, I couldn't help but shake my head.

What are these things, but no wonder, these are elementary school students!

Just when he felt that this was the time to make the worst decision.

An anomaly appeared in front of him.

It turned out that Qin Xinxin's painting scroll was buried inside, and it was opened with the painting on it.

appeared in front of Zhang Qianlei.

In front of everyone, Zhang Qianlei stretched out his hand and picked up the picture scroll on the table.

Luo Jiashu also saw it at this time, but he thought about it a little more.

Turning to look at the teacher who had just been in charge of bringing in the students' drawings.

I saw the teacher shaking his head at him, obviously he didn't know either.

For Chen Qianlei, who has been obsessed with painting for decades, he just touched the surface of the scroll.

I knew that this was just painted, the temperature on it, and the smell of pen and ink.

"A novice?"

From the smell of pen and ink that emanates, Zhang Qianlei can be sure that this is a novice,

Because the brushwork of grinding is too rough.

Thinking so, out of curiosity, he still put the scroll on the table.

Open it slowly.

Even if it is done by a novice, you have to respect the other party's achievements and not fight roughly.

Some of the rules of the industry still need to be done.

"Huh!"

Just opened it a little and looked at the pen and ink on it, his eyes lit up.

The movements of his subordinates did not stop, and the anticipation in his heart became stronger.

Halfway through it, he knew that if it was drawn by a primary school student, it was too talented.....

"This word..."

What surprised Zhang Qianlei was not only the painting, but also the payment on it.

The whole sheet of rice paper has been spread out, and this is a four-foot piece of rice paper.

"Elder Zhang, I'm sorry, the student is not sensible to bring the parents' paintings!"

Seeing the painting above, even Luo Jiashu, who didn't know how to draw, knew that this was not something that his students could draw at all.

Small kiosk

hurriedly stepped forward to apologize to Zhang Qianlei.

"No, you're wrong!"

Zhang Qianlei stopped Luo Jiashu from talking and looked at the paintings on the desktop seriously.

Now that the panorama was spreading, just by looking at it, he knew that the person who painted the painting would definitely not be more than ten years old.

In other words, Luo Jiashu was too worried just now.

From the way he paints, he Zhang Qianlei can still see that many of them are full of fresh hands.

It seems that this author rarely paints.

Otherwise, these mistakes would not have been made.

That's how I was amazed, a child under the age of ten who rarely painted.

What this represents, I don't need to say it myself.

At present, the level of this Chinese painting has reached the worst among his students.

"Principal Zhang, I want to meet this student!"

Now Zhang Qianlei's mood suddenly became excited, but he covered it up very well.

"Good..."

Hearing Zhang Qianlei say this, Luo Jiashu paused for a moment and hurriedly responded.

Unexpectedly, his school really had seedlings that were favored by Zhang Lao.

"Lead the way!"

Luo Jiashu ran outside and hurriedly beckoned Teacher Shang to lead the way in front.

Zhang Qianlei didn't want to see the paintings in the back.

Luo Jiashu didn't ask for it either, one was enough.

So under the gaze of all the teachers and students, a group of people walked out.

"Teacher Ye, I didn't expect that there would be such good seedlings in your class."

Ye Yin, who had just come out of the office, was seen by his colleagues.

Hurriedly walked over and told her what had happened.

Now even Ye Yin herself was stunned, when will there be such a good student in the class.

If you think about it, you really can't think of who it is.

However, she was also curious about who this student was, so she also walked after her.

"Elder Zhang, the principal is this class!"

It was the teacher who had received the painting before, but what he didn't expect was it.

The picture scroll that he had suspected before was able to alarm Zhang Lao to come over in person.

"Who is classmate Qin Xinxin!"

Ye Yin, who was standing outside the door, was immediately stunned when he heard this.

There was an expression of disbelief on his face.

When did Shin Shin know how to draw, and it was still so powerful!

When I just came over, my colleague told her about Zhang Lao's expression when he was looking at the painting.

"Headmaster, I'm Qin Xinxin!"

Hearing someone shouting her name, Qin Xinxin immediately stood up.

I saw that it was Luo Jiashu, the vice principal who knew him.

"Haha..."

At this time, a kind old man walked in the back, but the classmates all looked at him and laughed inexplicably.

"Good!"

After Zhang Qianlei finished laughing, he walked towards Qin Xinxin.

At a glance, the pen and ink still dripping on the ground can't be wrong.

"Xinxin, can you tell grandpa who taught you how to draw."

Zhang Qianlei walked up to Qin Xinxin, squatted down, and said with a smile.

"I'm poop!"

Hearing Qin Xinxin say this, someone immediately came out and said, "Xinxin, don't lie!" ”

This person is a middle-level person in the school, Qin Mo also knows, how can a person who delivers food paint and teach himself so well.

"Hmph, I'm not lying, it's really Baba who taught me!"