Cub Keeper

The work on Lu Yao's side has come to an end, and Helanjia should also get ready and go again to annihilate the group of malicious orcs and humans.

Everyone and one beast are fighting for a better future, and they all have a firm goal.

The directors of other kindergartens also adjusted their training methods according to the competition rules released by Lu Yao, and strived to make their cubs shine in this competition.

Everyone is working hard for the days ahead.

Without exception.

They are all full of vision for the future.

The little ones are also getting acquainted with their new learning sessions.

The first is painting and dancing.

To be honest, these two are also the weak points of Yuanguang Kindergarten.

Doing those dance moves with great openness is very embarrassing for those more introverted cubs, because they are very shy and are not used to showing themselves in the eyes of others.

Lu Yao also insists on letting the cubs choose what they like to do, and everything is based on their hobbies.

As expected, Lu Yao soon discovered that these shy little cubs were more sensitive to writing and painting.

Their drawings and words are more contagious than the lively cubs, and they seem to have a natural ability to empathize with others.

Their sensibility and sensitivity make their art.

But don't those lively and cheerful cubs have such talent?

Not necessarily.

Betsy's drawing and writing are also extremely strong.

A lazy cub like Ai Jiabao has no talent for these literary and artistic aspects.

The painting is limited to drawing two eyes in a circle, and the words are simple and rough.

It is concise and concise without too much modification.

It is in line with her character of saving energy when she can, not speaking when she can, sitting not sitting when lying down, and not standing when she can sit.

And not only Ai Jiabao has such a situation, but even Shang Yan, who has always made her very worry-free, is not very good in literature and art.

Look at Shang Yan's crooked, caterpillar-like self.

Lu Yao nodded, in line with the principle of boasting, and never undermining the child's self-confidence.

She said with her conscience: "The painting is not bad, and it has a lot of personality."

Shang Yan:…

Shang Yan looked at the dean who couldn't even coax himself, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He glanced at his own painting, then at Bessie's painting next to him, and lowered his head sadly.

Although his literary and artistic skills are not very strong, he cannot draw what he sees as it is, but he still has a basic aesthetic.

It is obvious that Bessie's paintings are more than one grade better than his, and the dean's image is more specific.

It is a q-version three-headed dean with a gentle smile on his face. Every detail accurately captures the dean's characteristics, and the painting is lifelike and vivid.

My crooked lines didn't draw Dean Lu Yao's charm at all, thinking of this, Shang Yan was even more sad.

He lowered his head and silently rolled up his painting, wanting to step aside and shut himself up for a while to ease his mood.

Shang Yan showed a sense of dejection from head to tail and was extremely sad.

But before he could open his legs, Bessie, who was beside him, took the initiative to grab his picture scroll, and then looked at it carefully.

Shang Yan closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Betsy has always been carefree, she said something, even a little willful, Shang Yan was ready to be hit by Bessie's words.

However, after waiting for a long time, the laughter in his memory did not arrive as expected.

He opened his eyes carefully, but saw Bessie holding a brush and drawing back and forth on her painting.

Shang Yan couldn't restrain his curiosity, and walked to Bessie's side, as if to see what she changed her painting into.

Because of his crooked lines, Bessie never thought of making this painting outline the whole body of Dean Lu Yao.

Instead, I chose the part of Dean Lu Yao.

After the crooked line was blacked out by her, it actually looked a bit like Dean Lu Yao's usual ponytail.

However, Bessie didn't plan to extend the black lines, but drew them into a circle, like a ball.

Finally, Bessie added Lu Yao's facial features.

The big head Q version of Lu Yao appeared on the paper.

Bessie's revised painting was handed to Shang Yan, looking a little arrogant, and snorted, "Isn't this a very good painting?"

"We work together like no other."

"Put away your cry, it doesn't look cool at all."

Shang Yan looked at the picture that had been changed so beautifully, wiped his eyes, and swallowed his tears.

Lu Yao also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the appearance of the little cub.

She stepped forward and patted Shang Yan's head, and said softly, "No one is perfect."

"Everyone has something they're not good at."

Shang Yan raised his head and asked, "Is there something the dean is not good at?"

Lu Yao nodded: "Of course."

She sat on the ground, then looked at the sky, and taught: "Our whole life is reconciling with ourselves."

"Our father and mother told us from a young age that we need to be the first, that we need to be strong in everything, to be perfect, and to become special humans and beasts."

"But that's not the case."

"Most of the time we are ordinary creatures, we will spend our lives in ordinary life, we will be mediocre and ordinary."

"We didn't become the heroes and great people we wanted to be when we were young, are we all failures in our lives?"

Lu Yao was surrounded by a lot of cubs unknowingly, they were all fascinated and formed a circle around her.

"Of course not."

"No one is perfect, and no one will win forever. We must dare to accept ourselves, and being willing to be mediocre is inherently extraordinary."

"We are moving forward in a constant life, and we are always full of hope in life, even day after day, year after year."

“We can accept our shortcomings like heroes and love ourselves forever.”

"Do the above points, and you are a mature cub."

Shang Yan blinked his eyes, looked at the picture scroll in his hand, then looked at Bessie, and the other little brats.

He carefully closed the scroll, then threw himself into Lu Yao's arms and slapped a long-lost coquettish coquettish.

"I understand what the Dean means."

"Being a beast can't be too greedy, after all, my fighting ability is much stronger than many cubs, and I have to protect them."

"So even if I can't draw, it's nothing. I accept the self who can't draw, so am I also a little hero?"