Jiang Yu's paintings are no longer just the kind of graffiti that belongs to children, but are truly things with shapes and outlines.
Little Fu Bao could tell at a glance that she was blindly drawing a portrait of her mother.
"Wow, Xiao Yu'er, how can you draw so well?"
Jiang Yu was drawing seriously on the paper with a pen when he was unprepared and startled by Xiao Fubao's shout.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he was met with an adoring expression on Xiao Fubao's face.
Jiang Yu lowered his head in embarrassment, tightened his hand on the pen, and said in a low voice: "Because my mother knows that I like to draw, and she has always asked me to take drawing classes."
Even though I'm taking classes, I still have some talent to be able to draw like this at such a young age.
The teacher came over and took a look at her painting, and her eyes lit up.
"Kid, what's your name?"
Suddenly the teacher took the initiative to ask his name. Jiang Yu shyly lowered his head and replied: "My name is Jiang Yu."
"Is kid Jiang Yu a new classmate? He paints well. Are you interested in enrolling in our painting class?"
Because the art teacher is only an associate subject teacher and not a class teacher, he does not have to come to school on time. He will come when there are classes.
Naturally, I didn’t know that someone was filming a variety show in the school, but I was a little confused when I saw the camera at the door.
And she only teaches three grades, so everyone in each class probably remembers some of it.
If there is a child who is as good at painting, it is impossible for her not to remember it.
So the only possibility is that he is a transfer student.
Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the art teacher: "Painting interest class?"
"Yeah." The art teacher nodded, "It's a class that can teach you painting for free. I think it's very suitable for you."
It has always been her dream to be a painter when she grows up, so she will not miss any opportunity to learn to paint.
Jiang Yu glanced at little Fubao hesitantly.
What if I join an interest class and Xiao Fubao chooses not to join the interest class?
Then the two of them can't go home from school together.
"I...Xiao Fubao, do you want to join an interest class?"
Little Fubao thought for a while: "Well... Fubao wants to see what classes he is interested in and then decide."
"Then...then I will decide when the time comes!"
But Xiao Fubao looked confused: "Don't Xiao Yu'er want to be a painter when he grows up? Why don't you agree to such a good opportunity now?"
Jiang Yu said nothing.
Because she didn't want to go home from school alone.
The teacher also saw her hesitation, "It's okay. Don't be in a hurry to answer. You can think about it carefully before answering the teacher. The door to the painting class is always open to you."
"Thank you, teacher."
When the art class bell rings, it heralds the end of all morning classes.
For lunch, everyone goes to the canteen to queue up for food.
Originally, people like them who had just entered school should have someone to take care of them, but the head teacher had something to do and didn't come at noon, so they had to let them go by themselves.
Xiao Fubao packed up the books on the table and stood up: "Xiao Yu'er, let's go eat!"
Jiang Yu also quickly cleared the table and stood up: "Okay."
As soon as the two little guys were holding hands and preparing to leave, they were stopped by Xiong Shuangluo at the back table: "Do you know where the cafeteria and dormitories are?"
The two cubs paused when they heard her words, turned around and looked at each other for a few seconds.
Yes, they seem to only know where the cafeteria is, but not where the dormitories are.