"Students, the teacher will go out for a while and check your homework when he comes back," the teacher said and walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind him, and then a dozen students behind him immediately surrounded Brother Zha.
"Brother, you're really good at drawing turtles," a boy said, nodding his head repeatedly.
Brother Zha shook his hair and thought, "I have been drawing turtles for my female classmates since elementary school. This level is not good enough." He moved the brush gently, painted the turtle's limbs, and a new turtle was completed.
"Hey, buddy, let's draw a turtle that endures, will you?" A boy crossed his arms with a surprised look on his face.
"Of course, it's a piece of cake, give me watercolors," Brother Zha said as he turned the brush.
"Give,"
Brother Zha took the watercolor handed over by a student, replaced it with a piece of white paper, stood still for a few seconds, and then stretched out his left hand to pick up the paint, his right hand to pick up the watercolor tray, and his left hand to unscrew a watercolor bottle. He then squeezed the bottle with his thumb and forefinger, and the watercolor flew out with a squeaking sound. It crossed an arc and landed on a small grid of the tray without spilling or spilling at all. Then he picked up another bottle of watercolor with his left hand and turned the tray with his right hand. , repeating the previous actions, and the speed is simply overwhelming.
It was really an eye-opener. This smooth movement made the men and women behind Brother Zha couldn't help but cover their mouths, widen their eyes and scream.
And this scream was obviously not enough. When they saw Brother Zha grabbing the paintbrush in his right hand and applying watercolor on the paper at an extremely fast speed, in less than three minutes, the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles holding sticks, knives and forks were drawn as if they were printed. In the photo, the person is usually speechless with surprise.
I admire them. They really can't think of anything else except this word. They have been painting for many years and never thought that someone could paint at such a speed and make the paintings so lifelike.
There was a creaking sound as the door was opened. Everyone immediately returned to their seats. The teacher came back. No one cared about Brother Zha's paintings anymore. Although they admired it, their homework was not completed yet. Their own tasks were the most important.
"Students, have you finished drawing?" the teacher asked standing on the podium.
No one finished it at all, because they were all admiring Brother Zha's turtle just now, so they answered with "no" very honestly, thinking that the teacher would continue to wait like before.
Unexpectedly, the teacher slapped the table and his voice was almost like a roar: "What's wrong with you? I've been away for half an hour. What have you been doing? I don't know that you will have to perform painting on behalf of the school on the 1st of next month." ?”
A girl secretly ate snacks. Because she kept them in her mouth for too long, her mouth was full of saliva, so she had to chew. However, the teacher just roared, and the classroom was silent. She chewed lightly and said, "Click." "The sound seemed to be magnified several times. The teacher's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his fierce eyes pierced him like a sharp sword.
The girl hurriedly swallowed the food and stuck out her tongue. When she saw the teacher turning her head, she patted her chest and let out a long breath.
At this time, her actions attracted Brother Zha. As a braless Brother Zha, looking at the place that could suffocate people to death, he had secretly drooled. But when he looked at the girl's face again, he found that she was An acquaintance, or someone we met once.
"I'll give you another half an hour. If you don't finish the drawing, ten points will be deducted." The teacher adjusted his glasses and pushed the door open.
"Old guy, be careful if you hit your forehead when you go out," a boy cursed in a low voice immediately after seeing the teacher leaving. Students all have different opinions on the teacher, and there are many people like him who speak ill of the teacher behind his back.
But who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened again, and the boy was so frightened that he almost fell off the stool.
"Oh, by the way, my mobile phone," the teacher chuckled, took the mobile phone and left again.
Brother Zha has filled the drawing paper with turtles, big and small, some with their heads stretched out, some with eyes open, some swimming, some sleeping in the sun, all in various postures, which is dazzling.
"Wow, you draw so many poses," a girl exclaimed.
"I have more other positions, do you want to try them," Brother Zha asked, but his eyes glanced at the girl's breasts, and then he said, "It's so small."
Half an hour passed quickly. The teacher returned to the classroom on time and asked again how many people had finished drawing.
"Teacher, this is my homework, please check it," a girl carefully handed in her homework, but her expression was like that of a child who made a mistake.
"What is this? Look at what you drew. Is this an orange? Look at what you drew. Get out, get out." The teacher quietly finished the girl's homework, but after just one glance, it turned into An angry lion, but to be precise, because he has gone bald in old age, he should be a hairless lion.
The girl apologized like a frightened bird and left the classroom. Another girl walked up to the podium confidently and handed in her homework.
"Teacher, see if my painting is good," the girl opened the drawing paper and put it in front of the teacher and asked.
The teacher took the drawing paper and didn't make any expression at first, but then he slapped the table and roared for the second time: "Is this a banana? Is this an apple? Your apples are black and your bananas are red. Get out." , go out, you are so twisted, do you think you are an abstractionist?"
After her, no one dared to turn in their homework. Everyone was like a prisoner, with their heads hanging down and not daring to say anything. Only classmate Long Xiaozha was still boringly drawing turtles. Yes, he drew a turtle at this time. A turtle with a teacher's head, an iron fork in his hand, a gold hoop on his head, chicken wings on his arms, duck paws on his lower legs, a turtle shell on his back, and four big characters "I am Bald" written on the right.
The boy next to him covered his mouth and snickered desperately, and extended his thumb to express his admiration. Because he laughed so hard that his shoulders shook so much that he banged the table.
The teacher heard the sound and looked over. The boy stopped laughing, which made Brother Zha couldn't help but praise him.
The teacher walked towards this side, and the boy hurriedly winked at Brother Zha, because the teacher wanted to go to the boy, and Brother Zha was the only place he had to pass by. If he saw him and painted him in such an ugly state, you can imagine that Brother Zha would be The body was tortured to the point of being tortured.
Brother Zha suddenly understood the reason why the boy was blinking so hard. When he saw the teacher was only three steps away from him, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Oh my God, it's over now.
When the boy saw the teacher walking in, he stopped blinking at Brother Zha and started doing his work properly, as if he was painting seriously.
The boy was ready to listen to Honest's roar, but three seconds later he heard the teacher sincerely and tenderly praising Long Chenfei. The voice sounded like he had finally met a proud disciple.
I wonder, could it be that he was so angry at us all day long that his psychology was so distorted that he even expressed praise for being painted like a monster?
"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that a little classmate like you has such delicate painting skills. This level is comparable to that of a master. Are you interested in participating in the school anniversary painting performance? I can help you apply for a place and you can show it off then." You are so charming, the girls in our art department adore you so much." The teacher looked at Brother Zha's drawings, nodded repeatedly, and warmly invited Brother Zha to participate in the school anniversary painting performance, and also offered a bait that was extremely attractive to boys.
When the boys in the classroom heard the teacher praising Long Chenfei, they all turned around and cast their eyes on this uninvited guest with envious eyes. They were also among the outstanding ones selected from the Art Department, but if they really wanted to get the chance to participate in the performance, The opportunity still has to go through the final assessment. They didn't expect that a new student would pass it so smoothly, which undoubtedly increased the pressure several times for them.
But when they saw that the boy's paintings were all turtles, although they were very lifelike, they did not convey the meaning. Some even saw Long Chenfei painting the teacher as a monster, and they were extremely surprised and pinched their thighs to make sure that they were still living in reality.
Brother Zha is a boring person and has never been interested in this kind of performance. When he heard the teacher's first words, Brother Zha showed a bored expression, and then he started shaking his head again. This made the students in the classroom think that this new student might do something. things to refuse.
"Some people have opportunities but don't want them, but we work hard for opportunities that others don't want. Why, why is this?" A boy suddenly cried sadly and fell on the table. No one knew what kind of madness he had.
"Why, don't you want to participate? Do you know how hard-won this opportunity is? How many boys from the art department are trying their best to perform on stage. The performance can't help but become famous in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there is also a chance to win famous domestic calligraphy and painting awards. Mr. Guo Ziqing’s guidance,” the teacher said, and suddenly there was an exclamation of “Wow!” in the classroom.
Brother Zha asked strangely: "Is Guo Ziqing very powerful?"
Someone shouted in surprise: "Are you from an alien planet? Don't even Guo Ziqing know about it?"
"I know Guo Ziqing, but is he very powerful?" Brother Zha looked at the teacher differently, not knowing why the appearance of Guo Ziqing's name surprised everyone.
The teacher nodded and said: "Guo Ziqing is a first-class calligrapher and painter in China. His works have been on the international stage. Recently, a landscape painting was sold for tens of millions. Being taught by him is tantamount to becoming his disciple. Then if you want to Holding an art exhibition or selling paintings will be quite successful,"
Brother Zha waved his hand and said, "I don't want to paint in the future."
"What, you're not from the art department," a girl exclaimed. Oh my God, you're not from the art department, but you can draw so well and get such high praise, but he's clearly a turtle. , could it be that the teacher invited him like this because he drew the turtle so well.
"No, I'm from the Finance Department," Brother Zha replied: "I'm really not interested in any kind of performance, and I don't want to be famous. Teacher, I'm glad to be here for a class. I think you'd better find someone else. Let's do it," Brother Zha said and stood up, cursing himself in his heart for pretending. He just threw away the opportunity to be admired by girls. Hey, who told me to be the gangster brother? I have to keep a low profile.
Brother Zha's schizophrenia was causing trouble again. He shook his head and stood up and walked towards the door.
"Hey, if he can perform on stage, he may be favored by the school beauty. Did the school beauty say that he will find a good boyfriend during the school anniversary?" A boy said with a look of regret as he watched Brother Zha walk to the door. : "It's a pity that I don't have that kind of luck,"
The school belle, Brother Zha, rushed to the teacher: "Teacher, the moment I walked out of the door, I suddenly felt that I couldn't give up my dream of painting. I promise you that I will bring glory to the art department and become a master in the future."