Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 503
Wang Xiaoru found that there is still a lot to learn.

Especially the thickness of someone's skin is about to break through the sky.

"Sister Xiaoya will definitely ignore me when she comes back!"

Pouted, Wang Xiaoru said depressingly.

"So what's the matter? For his behavior, covering up is cheating her. You are helping her!"

"I'm not a child anymore, so don't try to find excuses for changing concepts, okay?"

"No, I'm responsible for her. What if I let that kid cheat me?"

Yang Zhengdong said without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"You are a teacher! My sister, Xiaoya, is in her twenties and is already an adult who can take responsibility for her own actions. You can't even understand this, can you? If I really fell in love, wouldn't you will do the same?"

Wang Xiaoru asked helplessly.

"The teacher is not a saint, who made you all the people I care about? I have to prevent you from going astray, you are not the same as Zhu Xiaoya, that girl doesn't know where the bottom line is at all! Just Zhong Yi, the second generation ancestor of [-] , would it be beneficial for them to be together? I am protecting her in my own way!"

"In fact, Zhong Yi is pretty good! Now he is a well-known oil painter in China, and many of his works have been praised by the art world. It is said that some people say that he is the future master of realistic oil painting!"

Wang Xiaoru helped Zhong Yi say something.

"Shit! He's the only one who can draw? He's also engaged in art? He looks quite artistic. He's either yellow or red, or white or green all day long. He has more holes in his ears than girls. That looks like a master, I’m blind! What else is realistic oil painting? He can draw a fart, I said why Zhu Xiaoya got mixed up with him, so I used to learn to draw to get close to her! I definitely can’t let this guy go Even more realistic oil paintings than him, I think vulgar oil paintings are more or less the same!"

Yang Zhengdong gritted his teeth and said.

"Teacher, you"

Wang Xiaoru couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Don't treat us like children, okay? Sister Xiaoya is less than four years younger than you, and I am less than ten years younger than you. Do you really treat us like daughters? Look at the clock Yi painted it, why is it vulgar?"

Wang Xiaoru took out her mobile phone and showed it to him with a wry smile.

"Huh? Is this really Zhong Yi's painting?"

Yang Zhengdong took over the phone, the pixels were not as high-definition as in his previous life.

However, some details can be seen. This painting is a portrait painting, and the model is Zhu Xiaoya.

Wearing a white T-shirt, sitting there smiling with a ponytail, the whole feeling is something called youth.

And the details are very realistic, even the fiber folds of the clothes are clearly visible.

It reminded him of Mr. Leng in his previous life, and his highly respected painting "Xiao Tang".

"Of course it is! Someone offered 100 million yuan to buy this painting, but Zhong Yi didn't sell it. He said it was his most precious work, and he wanted to keep it for reminiscing about his youth when he gets old!"

Wang Xiaoru nodded and said.

"Made, the brat is really good at coaxing girls!"

"Teacher, can you stop thinking so extreme?"

Wang Xiaoru found out that she was helpless by the childish teacher today.

He is not like a teacher who used to do things with rules, but he is completely a parent whose cabbage has been bullied by pigs.

"I just want to know when did he start flirting with Zhu Xiaoya?"

Yang Zhengdong still asked a little unwillingly.

"This word is a bit too much, isn't it? It's so ugly. Talented men and beautiful women make a good story. Men are talented and beautiful, and women are also beautiful and talented. Isn't this the perfect ending like the one in the novel? Why don't you let it go?" past them?"

"Is there a talent for just one oil painting? I can paint ten paintings of this level a day!"

"That's fine, you draw one for me!"

Wang Xiaoru pouted and said.

"You don't believe in the teacher's level?"

"I believe it! You draw it and I believe it!"

"You little girl, don't provoke me, drawing a picture is not difficult for me!"

"Then you spend it. When my sister Xiaoya comes back, you can throw it to her and tell her to choose a man according to your standards!"

"Are you against me on purpose? Forgot that you haven't passed puberty yet!"

Yang Zhengdong rolled his eyes helplessly, and leaned on the sofa to drink tea again.

"I'll prepare painting tools for you!"

"You really let me draw!"

"Must!"

Wang Xiaoru ran out after finishing speaking.

She really doesn't have any paints, but she is guarding the school, so many high-achieving students from the United States work as teachers here, and there is no pressure at all to find some painting tools and paints.

After a while, Wang Xiaoru came carrying a lot of things, accompanied by several young teachers.

They are all art teachers who hope the school recruits. They heard that the principal wants to paint, so they come to watch the excitement.

The principal Yang Zhengdong is authoritative, but he gets along well with the teachers.

They are all young people, and there is no one who dare not approach him.

Just come to join in the fun.

Look at how talented the principal is!
It is said that the art is quite good, but I have no chance to see it.

"Xiao Ru, what are you doing?"

Sun Yuanyuan came out of the kitchen and asked quickly when she saw a bunch of things in the living room.

"My teacher wants to pretend, I will help him realize his wish!"

Wang Xiaoru said angrily, this girl is still complaining about Zhu Xiaoya!
"Do you really have to provoke me?"

Seeing Wang Xiaoru who has grown into a big girl, Yang Zhengdong asked helplessly.

"This is exciting, give the teacher a chance to show your talent! I know you are good at drawing, whether it is comics, Chinese paintings, watercolors, or gouaches, but I have never seen what oil paintings look like. Come on!"

Wang Xiaoru pointed at the painting utensils and said provocatively.

"You little girl, today the teacher will let you know why I am your teacher!"

Yang Zhengdong also got a little bit more energetic, he directly opened the painting tools, picked up the palette and started to prepare.

"Can I be your model?"

Wang Xiaoru squeezed her eyes and asked.

"I don't need you, your sister Yuanyuan is enough, my wife is on the sofa, I will draw a picture for you, let this girl know how high the sky is, why does Prince Ma have three eyes!"

Yang Zhengdong said angrily.

"You are a sheep, where did you get the horse? I'll change into clothes!"

Sun Yuanyuan rolled her eyes, and was about to take off her apron to change clothes.

"No, this one is pretty good! What I drew is the original ecology!"

Yang Zhengdong directly waved his hand and refused, looked at the position, and pressed her on a small pier.

You can't sit on the sofa in this suit, it doesn't feel like that.

"Wang Xiaoru, let you see the talent of the teacher today!"

"Okay! If you can really draw ten pictures a day, I will admit that you are the best!"

"I still need you to admit it? It's so funny!"

Yang Zhengdong looked at the helpless Sun Yuanyuan, thought about it for a minute, and started painting on the canvas.

Standing behind, Wang Xiaoru pouted when she saw a mess of colors smeared on it.

This is not realism, but impressionism!
But five minutes later, the expression on her face changed to one of surprise.

After 10 minutes, the mouth could no longer close.

Sister Yuanyuan on the canvas is actually the same as a real person.

It was still that helpless expression, just like a real photo.

However, the details of the clothes have not been dealt with yet.

Wang Xiaoru felt that she might be planted today.

The teacher has been unknown all these years, and I haven't seen him touch the brush.

She almost forgot that this person was more genius and evil than her.

And it's still the kind of omnipotent existence that can be conferred with an album and sanctified with a novel.

Why should she doubt the teacher?Isn't this making yourself uncomfortable?
"Let's take a look too!"

Those art teachers saw Wang Xiaoru's expression constantly changing.

He hurried over to take a look.

Then a more terrified expression than Wang Xiaoru's appeared.

Several young teachers could swallow an egg with their mouths open.

Principal's level.
This is the master of oil painting, right?
How can people draw like pictures?

Half an hour later, Yang Zhengdong threw down the drawing board and brush.

He clapped his hands and said the job was done.

Turning around, I saw a few "wooden men" behind me.

Can't help but smile proudly, the person who wants to embarrass Teacher Yang hasn't appeared yet!
"You said that you are such a big man, why are you competing with children!"

Sun Yuanyuan moved her stiff body and scolded angrily.

After tidying up the apron on his body, he planned to go into the kitchen to work again.

"Sister Yuanyuan, wait until later, take a look."

Wang Xiaoru pointed at the drawing board and shouted with a mournful face.

"What? Did your teacher paint me ugly?"

Sun Yuanyuan came over jokingly, and was taken aback when she saw the canvas.

I saw a woman sitting on the canvas, five points pure, three points mature, and two points helpless.

With reproach in his eyes, he was sitting on a pier wearing an apron.

The expression is lifelike, and the oil stains left on the apron are all displayed.

Isn't this exactly her?Seeing this painting feels like looking in a mirror.

"You drew this?"

Sun Yuanyuan asked with a little surprise.

"Yes, your husband is amazing!"

"Well, it's pretty good. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have taken wedding photos. It's fine if you can't draw!"

Sun Yuanyuan smiled, then walked to the kitchen again.

"Sister Yuanyuan, aren't you surprised?"

Wang Xiaoru followed up from behind and asked.

"Your teacher, you don't understand, why should I be surprised?"

Sun Yuanyuan replied with a smile, and then went into the kitchen to get busy.

"I just now know why you chose Sister Yuanyuan. This kind of unreserved trust is probably something no other woman can do! Teacher, I'm a little envious!"

"Jealousy will make people less happy! It's better not to be jealous, the teacher's genius needs you to look up to!"

"I really look up to you! Teacher, what else do you not know?"

Wang Xiaoru looked at him adoringly just like when she was in elementary school.

"I can't handle having a baby! I'm about to be forced to death!"

Yang Zhengdong got up and shook his head, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"The principal is simply amazing!"

"Yes! I want to do this"

"That's impossible, you'd better teach your children with peace of mind!"

"I've decided to worship our principal as my teacher!"

"There are so many people who want to be apprentices, you probably won't be ranked yet!"

Wang Xiaoru ignored the whispered exchanges of several teachers, and directly took a photo with her mobile phone.

Then I fiddled with it and sent it out, and edited a paragraph of text.
(End of this chapter)