get past it after all.Ling Jiuze drove with one hand and touched her head soothingly. "Don't worry, I'm here!"(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({});Su Xi held his hand. "wait a minute, if...Chapter 2619

"then listen to the lecture!" The man said that and left with his sketchbook.

Jiangtu Nan looked at the man's tall and arrogant back, hooked lips, opened the sketch book, and there was an unfinished silhouette above.

Qin Weiyin came over and said, "how does it feel to sit here and listen"

Jiangtu Nan put away his sketch book and looked soft. "I feel very comfortable. I want to listen to two more lessons."

"did you find the feeling of going to school when you were a child" Qin Weiyin asked with a smile.

"I didn't go to school, so I feel fresh." Jiangtu South Road.

Qin Weiyin was surprised, "didn't you go to school"

"I've never sat in a classroom like this and learned something."

Qin Weiyin is suddenly curious about Jiang Tu-nan's past, but she can also see that Jiang Tu-nan will not open up and tell others about this.

she smiled. "then make up for your childhood regrets."

"Yes."

*

Si Heng left the classroom and saw Zhou Han coming head-on, with a Chinese textbook in his hand.

"Brother Si Heng!" Zhou Han greeted Si Heng with a hearty smile.

Si Heng raised his eyebrow slightly and asked, "is the next class your class"

"Yes!" Zhou Han said with a smile, "I teach children Chinese."

Si Heng nodded, said nothing, turned around and went to the second floor.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Han walked into the classroom and saw Jiang Tunan sitting in the back. He immediately smiled.

in order to avoid the noise of the students, he only nodded to her and began the class.

Jiang Tunan also took a Chinese book, borrowed a book and pen from his classmates in front of him, and opened page 23 of the book decently as Zhou Han said.

is an ancient poem describing scenery.

Jiangtunan was listening attentively when suddenly someone came in at the back door and walked up to her and sat down.

Jiang Tunan tilted his head and looked at him.

Si Heng put his hand on the table with a calm expression and whispered, "have a good class and don't get distracted!"

(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({});

Jiangtunan murmured, "if you don't bother me, I won't be distracted."

when Si Heng looked back, Jiang Tunan immediately put his hand on his lips, made a silent gesture and said silently, "pay attention to class!"

the sun jumped on her soft facial features, and Si Heng's heart was moved. He opened his sketch book and continued to draw his pictures against the wall, just like he did in the last class.

Ancient poems depict scenes, and Zhou Hanben studied painting. He drew the scenes described by ancient poems on the blackboard with chalk, and there were bursts of exclamations from the classroom.

Jiangtu Nan, holding his cheek in one hand, looked at the blackboard and drew Zhou Han's painting on his notebook.

with painting, words have life, so when Zhou Han talks about poetry again, every sentence of poetry has a sense of painting, which can quickly integrate people into the scene written in the poem.

and what Zhou Han said was true to life. It can be seen that even if he was temporarily assigned to teach the children, he did not cope with it, but did his homework.

after speaking poetically, Zhou Han asked the students to recite it silently. He went to the back and asked Jiang Tunan, "is what I said all right"

"very good!" Jiang Tunan said admiringly, "if you really become a Chinese teacher, you must also be a good teacher welcomed by the students."

Zhou Han grinned, showing his white teeth. "Thank you. To tell you the truth, you and Brother Si Heng are sitting here like leaders attending a lecture. I am very nervous."

"if you are nervous so well, I will give you a compliment." Jiang Tunan smiled.

Si Heng turned his eyes and looked over. There was no change in his expression, but his hand holding the pen tightened. With a click, the sketch pen broke in the palm of his hand.

when Jiang Tunan and Zhou Han heard the sound, Si Heng's face did not change color, but directly raised his hand, and the sketch pen, which was broken in two, crossed a beautiful parabola in mid-air and entered the dustbin accurately.

he turned his head and said, "the quality of the pen is too poor. I'll have someone send some good ones to the students tomorrow." her hand. "Don't think about it, your head. It's good to remember who you are!"Jiang angered at him, "Don't always look down on me!"Qin Jun nodded seriously. "it's a little difficult, but I can have...