Chef God Dad: Dote on your daughter to the heavens

"Students, Mr. Zhang, who went to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts today, will come to our school to know that his status as an old man occupies a place in Chinese painting.

"Everyone still has an hour, if you have an idea, you can use this time to draw a picture, and then show Mr. Zhang a look, even if you don't become his old man's protégé, it's good to get some guidance."

"Well, that's all I said, and in an hour, I hope to see results that surprise me." It

was Luo Jiashu, the school's vice principal, who spoke.

This time, Zhang Qianlei came to Shenzhen City, just to visit an old friend.

It happened to be known by Luo Jiashu, so he connected through relationships.

That's why this morning's scene happened.

He Luo Jiashu really cares about education, and will not give up because you have poor grades in a certain subject.

Although he is only in charge of elementary school, this is also the time when he can use his talents, because he advocates teaching according to aptitude.

Now his requirements are not high, as long as one of these thousands of schools is favored, it means that his method can be carried out, and other opponents have no excuses.

In the third elementary school, there is a special place, that is, there is an interest class, any student can participate without affecting their learning, or there is no charge.

This is what Luo Jiashu himself promoted.

Why there are opponents, that is, the teachers invited are all outside professionals, and the school has to pay for it out of its own pocket, and other management must have opinions.

"Draw!" Hearing

the principal's words, Qin Xinxin immediately laughed.

Take out your small bag and keep pulling something out of it.

Lin Xiaohe at the same table saw this situation and asked curiously: "Xinxin, don't you also want to paint!" "

Well, Lin Xiaohe, let me tell you, I am very powerful."

When Qin Xinxin said about himself, he raised his head proudly.

"Xinxin, but I remember your last painting, you can't even draw an egg, you don't want to be embarrassed!" Lin

Xiaohe looked at the posture of the same table, and really wanted to draw, and quickly stopped her.

Remembering last semester, an egg drawn by Qin Xinxin's classmate was simply miserable, and he couldn't even reach a passing grade.

Now that I told myself that her painting is very good, I know that she is bragging at a glance.

But look at what she takes out, when her bag puts these things down.

Didn't you never draw again after being teased by your classmates?

"Hmph! Don't believe me, then you can just watch from the side, but don't disturb me, but Cao Chong said, you must concentrate on painting, and you can't be disturbed by the outside world." Seeing

what the same table said, Lin Xiaohe quickly helped to clean up the textbooks on the table.

The other students have started drawing, but they are all fruits and small animals.

It took five minutes for Qin Xinxin to get everything ready.

The same table was also used, and a rectangular piece of rice paper was spread on top of two desks that were put together.

There are already some used brushes next to it.

As for Qin Xinxin, he is now holding an inkstone to polish ink.

Compared to other students, her movement is too big.

At this time, there were no teachers in the classroom, so the students next to them gathered around.

To see what Qin Xinxin is doing, such a big move.

I saw that she was now standing in the aisle, grinding ink on the side.

A thoughtful look.

But after a few minutes, she put the inkstone in her hand at one end and picked up one of the brushes that was on the table.

The pen is as steady as a dog, which is what Qin Xinxin looks like now.

I saw her grabbing a brush in her small hand and slowly dropping pen and ink on the rice paper.

There was no unnecessary shaking of the arm at all.

"Engage in such a big action, what is this painting?" The

surrounding classmates looked at Qin Xinxin, and the pen and ink on the rice paper at the beginning were clumpy, and they couldn't see what it was.

Some students next to her felt that she was doing it on purpose, so they walked up to other students to watch.

Only the surrounding classmates were left behind, still standing by the side.

These are all good things that usually play with Qin Xinxin.

Because they knew how Qin Xinxin usually was, she was definitely not scribbling indiscriminately this time.

"Wow..."

In less than ten minutes, a figure appeared on the paper.

This is a man who only sees his back, which can be seen from his size.

And his thick arms, which seemed to be busy with something.

"I said, Shin Shin is such a person, just looking at this, it's not something we can do." Later

, Qin Xinxin's pen became faster and faster, and he almost didn't think about it.

"This is Xinxin's father?" some

of the classmates who had seen Qin Mo immediately exclaimed.

Hearing this classmate say this, the others took a serious look.

It was true, so he looked at Qin Xinxin's eyes full of adoration.

"Xinxin, it's amazing!" "

Yes, I can draw my father, we are still playing with mud..." Almost

half an hour has passed since Qin Xinxin dropped the pen, and there are still twenty minutes before an hour.

Qin Xinxin was surrounded by a group of classmates again, except for the classmates who were still painting.

Everyone ran over.

At this time, the painting on the rice paper was almost at the end.

It was a man, with a busy back in the kitchen.

Although the man's face cannot be seen, it can be seen from him that the work is very busy.

At this time, Qin Xinxin took a deep breath and put the brush away.

"This is a Chinese painting!" finally

a knowledgeable colleague saw it.

"But aren't Chinese paintings mostly painting landscapes and animals?" the

man who now looked at Qin Xinxin's eyes with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

At this time, Qin Xinxin did not stop, but picked up a brush again.

Drop a few brush words on the paper.

After that,

the money is paid and his name is written.

"Okay!" Looking

at the paintings on the table, even Qin Xinxin couldn't believe it now.

In more than a month, I actually reached this point.

It's not over here, and you have to wait for the pen and ink on the rice paper to dry.

However, Qin Xinxin had already begun to pack up other things.

The classmates around me did not dare to approach, for fear of accidentally damaging the painting, but just stood by and discussed.

Most of them were about Qin Xinxin, and they were mostly surprised.

What they couldn't imagine, a classmate who couldn't even draw eggs.

It's just that after a semester, I don't know myself and others.

As soon as an hour arrived, a teacher walked in.

But at this time, Qin Xinxin had already put away his paintings.

In ten minutes, with the help of the classmates next to him, the pen and ink had dried out.

"Okay, students, it's already drawn, now bring it to me."

As soon as this teacher finished speaking, more than a dozen students immediately stood up, including Qin Xinxin.