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When it was almost time to get off work, Zhang Chunting came back humming a song.

When she is happy, the atmosphere in the office becomes better.

A few days ago, Zhang Chunting always got angry for no reason. I get angry every time I give an assignment, or when I fill out a form. I feel angry all day long, as if I have entered menopause.

Fang Chen didn't dare to breathe in the office.

Fang Chen had been very angry at first since he saw Wan Fangfang, Zhang Chunting, and Chen Gaofeng turning in their own students' paintings for homework at Jinghua Forestry University.

She originally wanted to accuse them of their behavior face to face, but she couldn't say anything for fear of hurting her colleagues' feelings and making it difficult to work with them in the future.

She wanted to tell Teacher Yang about the matter again and ask Teacher Yang to take charge of it. It doesn't seem right, like he's making a snitch. After hesitating for a long time, I finally overcame my psychological barrier and told Teacher Yang, but it was better not to say anything!

Finally, she looked for an opportunity to talk about other people's affairs, and tactfully said that there was a working graduate student who had cheated and had his student status revoked, hoping to wake them up.

But they seem to have been prepared for it. To put it lightly, this is the case in society now!

He didn't take it seriously and instead laughed at other people's bad luck.

Moreover, everyone seems to think that it is not easy to be a working graduate student. There is nothing wrong with cheating. If you are caught, you will be the unlucky one, which is pitiable.

These young teachers who have graduated from undergraduate degrees need to pursue on-the-job postgraduate studies. Once they have a postgraduate degree, it will be easier to handle professional title evaluations and other matters in the future.

You can't hold others back.

In short, nothing is right no matter what you do.

Later, Fang Chen's initial anger gradually turned into depression.

Why do these people, as teachers, have such unhealthy views?

But everyone said it with confidence, and it seems that society is like this.

Could it be that my three views are not correct?

Could it be that my thoughts have failed to keep up with the times?

Depressed!

I'm taking a watercolor landscape sketching class again.

During this time, we are always at the artificial lake, and the ducks are very close to people.

Every morning before going to work, Fang Chen would bring the leftover rice and noodles from the previous night. The first thing he did when he arrived at the college was to feed the ducks. They could always be found in the dry grass not far from the lake shore. He stretched out his neck happily and quacked to welcome Fang Chen.

Sometimes, if he has free time before getting off work, Fang Chen will go to the lake to take a look. Even though he goes empty-handed, they don't mind and are still very happy. Sometimes they will fly towards her across the water from a distance. It's so gratifying to see such a relative.

Fang Chen guided the students one by one.

The two ducks followed her closely, waddling one after another.

The picture is very funny.

Fang Chen couldn't get away no matter how hard he blasted him, he was so angry that he lost his temper.

The students were overjoyed.

Fang Chen had no choice but to secretly decide not to feed ducks again.

A girl came over, hugged Fang Chen's arm coquettishly and shook her: "Teacher, why are you always here? We have been waiting for a long time."

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Being dragged by the girl, Fang Chen walked over quickly, followed by two ducks that screamed "quack", which was very impressive!

"Look, there are so many little white flowers in this meadow, and I can't draw them."

"This is easy to do." As he said this, Fang Chen took the drawing board off the easel, laid it flat on the ground, and asked the students to add more grass green and paint the grass flat with a large pen.

At this moment, Fang Chen took out a small bottle from his pocket. As soon as the student finished painting, he unscrewed the cap, shook it gently, and evenly sprinkled white powder on the moist grass-green patch.

"Ah, what is this?"

"This is ordinary table salt." Fang Chen handed the small bottle to the student beside him. The students passed around and saw that there were even holes on the mouth of the bottle, and the tiny salt particles were poured out from the holes.

Someone dipped some of it with their fingers and tasted it: "Oh, it's really salt!"

"My salt shaker looks like this. Is this making soup?"

"Are we taking a cooking class?"

The students were shouting and laughing, all looking worried about the world being in chaos.

During the discussion, the green grass dried up, and all the green grass in the places stained with salt particles was sucked away, forming small white flowers. Fang Chen gently brushed away the dried salt grains, and a green grassland full of white flowers appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh, so awesome!"

"So you have a secret weapon, why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"If I had told you earlier, the impression wouldn't have been so profound! Remember, this is a method of spreading salt."

Everyone followed suit.

Many people sprinkle too much salt too early, and instead of getting the expected green grass, they end up with a pot of spinach and egg drop soup.

Fang Chen was speechless.

The two ducks quacked and laughed.

At the end of class, an empty bottle returned to Fang Chen's hand.