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Chapter 869 You don't listen carefully to the class at first sight

After drinking a cup of tea, Peng Peng's class was about to end. Zhang Zhong nodded goodbye to Li Yong, then stood up and walked to Peng Peng's classroom.

Quite coincidentally, as soon as Zhang Zhong walked to the door, the teacher announced the end of the class.

"Today's class ends here. Students, please remember to practice by yourself when you go back."

After finishing speaking, the teacher did not leave because she could not leave until the parents picked up their children. This was for safety reasons.

Zhang Zhong walked into the classroom and nodded to the female teacher. Some children who knew Zhang Zhong also greeted Zhang Zhong.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

"Well, hello, classmates. If you have time, go to the calligraphy class and have fun. I'll teach you how to write." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

Faced with Zhang Zhong's invitation, few children responded.

After all, they are already very tired after taking classes on the weekend, and they don't want their rest time to be squeezed anymore. It is estimated that all they are thinking about now is how they will play after returning home.

Zhang Zhong walked to Pengpeng's position and saw that she was still drawing, so he did not disturb her.

Under normal circumstances, Pengpeng's classes are taught by Xu Yuhan himself.

However, Xu Yuhan sometimes has some relatively simple classes to teach, so Pengpeng will take classes from other teachers.

The teachers also knew about Pengpeng's situation and basically treated her as a free rein, letting her draw her own paintings.

And sometimes Pengpeng will help the teacher and teach other children to draw. Compared with other children, Pengpeng's level is much higher.

This girl also likes to do such things.

After a while, parents came to pick up their children. The number of children in the classroom gradually decreased, and in the end only Pengpeng and the little girl in the wheelchair were left.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhong ran to ask the teacher of this class, "What's going on with this little girl? Where are her parents?"

The female teacher looked at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "Her mother sent it before and said she would pick it up at eleven o'clock, but now it is almost half past eleven."

"Have you been late before?" Zhang Zhong asked.

The female teacher shook her head, "No, this is her first time here. I heard her family just moved here."

Seeing that the female teacher seemed a little anxious, Zhang Zhong nodded and said to the female teacher, "How about you go first? It's getting late. I'll just wait for her mother here."

The teacher had been waiting for almost half an hour, which was already a long time past working hours. Pengpeng was still drawing anyway, and Zhang Zhong also had to wait for Xu Yuhan, so he let her go first.

"How...why are you so embarrassed?" the female teacher hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to stay here anyway."

The female teacher thought for a while and finally nodded, "Thank you very much, Teacher Zhang."

"You're welcome."

The female teacher packed up her things, walked to the little girl, pointed at Zhang Zhong, said a few words, and then left.

After a while, Zhang Zhong saw that the little girl kept her head lowered, so he walked over and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The little girl raised her head and glanced at Zhang Zhong, then quickly lowered her head and said, "My name is Cheng Wenyuan."

"Is it Er Dongchen?"

"No." Cheng Wenyuan shook her head, "It's the Cheng of the equation."

"Can you write it for me to read? There are two other words."

Cheng Wenyuan nodded, then took out a pen and paper from her bag and wrote her name.

"So that's what it says." Zhang Chong said with a smile, "My name is Zhang Zhong, you can call me Teacher Zhang. The girl over there is called Zhang Pengpeng. She is my daughter. Teacher Yuan has something to do, so I will take my place.

She is here waiting for your family to take you back."

Cheng Wenyuan glanced in Pengpeng's direction, lowered her head and said, "She paints very well."

"She will be very happy if she hears what you say. She likes people to praise her very much. Can I see your painting? Of course, I am just a calligraphy class teacher and don't know much about painting, so I can't give you any advice.

"Zhang Chong said with a smile.

Cheng Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, but still took out her painting to show Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong took the painting in her hand and looked at it carefully.

The content of the painting is very simple. There is only one cup, which seems to be the cup from which Cheng Wenyuan drinks water.

In fact, the painting is quite good, and it can be seen that the basic skills are relatively solid.

Zhang Zhong returned the painting to Cheng Wenyuan without comment, but just asked, "Do you like painting?"

Cheng Wenyuan did not answer immediately, but was silent for a while before she said, "Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't."

"Can you tell me when you like it?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"I like it when I'm alone."

"What do you draw when you are alone?"

"I draw everything, my toys, the little people on the pictures, the trees outside the window. I draw whatever I see." It seems that this topic is quite to Cheng Wenyuan's taste, and she is a little more open-minded than before.

Already.

"What kind of pictures do you usually watch?"

"Most of them are fairy tale collections. My mother bought them for me. She used to read them to me, but now I can read them by myself. I sometimes read them to my mother."

"I have to say this to my daughter, who has never read a story to me."

Cheng Wenyuan said a little embarrassedly, "I'm not good at reading either. If there is no pinyin, I always pronounce the wrong word."

Zhang Zhong was about to say something when Pengpeng, who was painting, ran over with his painting, "Dad, I've finished the painting, look at it."

Zhang Zhong took a look at the painting in Pengpeng's hand. She drew a hat today, which looked a bit like a wizard's hat, but there was a small red flower on it.

"What is this?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"This is my improved magic hat. Does it look better?"

"Wouldn't it be better without this flower?"

"Without this flower, it would be ugly." Pengpeng hugged the painting in her arms, "Dad, you don't understand."

"Okay, okay, I don't understand." Zhang Zhong shook his head helplessly.

"I think it's pretty good-looking." Cheng Wenyuan, who was standing next to her, mustered up the courage to say.

Hearing Cheng Wenyuan's words, Pengpeng immediately grinned and leaned towards Cheng Wenyuan, "Dad, look, we were two against one, and you lost."

She said to Cheng Wenyuan again, "You are better than my father."

"No." Cheng Wenyuan said embarrassedly.

"Don't be humble. My father said that being too modest is hypocrisy. Hey, why don't you go home?"

"My mother hasn't come yet."

"Oh, your mother must be as busy as Uncle Liu and the others. Children like us are really helpless. My house is right next to it. My father and Teacher Xu have to come to pick me up every time. This is a picture you drew

Well, let me see, let me tell you, sometimes I am a student, but sometimes I am also a teacher, but the kind that doesn’t charge me."

Pengpeng looked at the painting in Cheng Wenyuan's hand, and then commented, "You don't pay attention to the class when you see it. The teacher said that the edge of this real object is..."


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