Su Nan was more worried, "Then will he not come to class tomorrow?"

The head teacher shook his head, "This is not true, no matter how abnormal he is on the first day, he will come to class the next day, after all, if he doesn't go to class, he will have to work in the field, and this child doesn't like to go to the field the most." ”

If this was the case, Su Nan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's fine."

As long as you come to class, you can still help this child.

The next day, as the head teacher said, the little fat man came to class as usual as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the class also played as if nothing had happened, giggling and playing separately as usual.

The class on this day was Liu Wenying, who was in charge of the art class, while the other twelve worked as teaching assistants to guide the children in painting.

They brought a sketchpad and a paintbrush to each child, and the children looked at the colorful paintbrushes with smiles in the corners of their eyes.

Only the little fat man had a particularly impatient expression from beginning to end.

When Su Nan put the paintbrush and sketchpad in front of him, he thought that he would wave his hand and throw the brush away.

She was ready to stop him.

Unexpectedly, the little fat man didn't throw it, and he didn't even give Su Nan a look, but his face was still ugly.

The theme of this art class is "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", and everyone can use their paints and brushes to draw their ideal life.

When everyone started to write, Su Nan noticed that the little fat man also picked up the paintbrush.

This made Su Nan breathe a sigh of relief.

She thought that maybe the little fat man was not really as hopeless as the teacher said.

But soon, the little fat man made another incomprehensible move.

About ten minutes later, there was a sudden sound of thumping in the classroom.

The children calmly continued to draw, and they didn't even look up at the movement.

And everyone in the teaching team subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, which was incredible

The little fat man is slamming his head against the wall.

Su Nan was startled, rushed up and grabbed his shoulder to stop him, "What are you doing?"

The little fat man's facial expression was particularly hideous, "Why are you rolling again?"

As he spoke, the little fat man began to punch and kick again.

Su Nan restrained him and asked him, "Doesn't it hurt to do what you do in class?"

"I said it, don't let you care, you won't let go of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will call the police"

The head teacher hurriedly came up and pulled the two apart, but the head teacher still didn't care about the little fat man, but persuaded Su Nan

"It's okay, it's okay, he's just knocking and playing, it's not in the way."

Knock and play

The movement just now, they all hurt to listen to, okay?

Su Nan opened his mouth and was about to say something, when he saw the little fat man pick up his schoolbag and run away, without even taking the brushes and drawing board on the table.

Su Nan looked at the back of the little fat man in a daze, and finally fixed his gaze on the unfinished painting on the table.

The painting is a clump of camellias, and the little fat man's painting skills are not bad, and the painting is quite similar.

Su Nan pursed his lips, and finally silently stepped forward to carefully put away the painting of the little fat man.

The drawing class continued.

At the end of the day's class, when eating, everyone's topic was almost focused on the little fat man.

The first day he was lying on the ground, the second day he hit the wall, and on the third day he had to do something

It's horrible, kid.