Albert opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

He also thought about what method should be used to educate the other party if one day, if he accepted the student himself.

He felt that he should be a strict, savage teacher, but would not suppress the other party's talent.

But the premise is that this student must be talented.

Looking at the painting that Wei Lianhua gave to her, Albert just wanted to knock the drawing board on the other party's head.

Is this something that people can draw?

He poured the paint onto the cockroach, which looked better than the woman's paintings.

Seeing the blue veins on Albert's head bulging outward, Wei Lianhua subconsciously clenched her fists, "What do you want to do."

Albert looked up at Wei Lianhua's hideous face, what did he want to do? Is it counting if he strangled this woman to death and then committed suicide?

I felt like I was pierced by Wei Lianhua's artistic taste, and Albert's teeth clattered and clattered, "I think my previous educational method is not very suitable for you, we should first explore our ideas."

Albert said, crying silently in his heart, he fell down, and he once again betrayed his faith.

Seeing Albert preparing to give a lecture to him, Wei Lianhua sat cross-legged across from Albert, nodding sincerely, "You said!"

She has always been a good student who is diligent and knowledgeable!

Albert cleared his throat "Do you know the origin of oil painting?"

His teacher once told him that knowing the origin of oil painting is conducive to broadening one's own ideas and gaining more inspiration.

Albert's voice was low and gentle, and coupled with the slow speech, it was like a melodious cello, flowing slowly in Wei Lianhua's ears.

For a moment, Wei Lianhua was fascinated by it.

Ten minutes later, Albert's voice suddenly rose, and he grabbed Wei Lianhua's shoulder and shook it desperately.

The voice was as shrill as a big goose strangled, "Get up!"

He can pretend not to see it when he sleeps in class, after all, he doesn't really want to teach this woman.

Moreover, recalling the history of oil painting can help him calm down his mood, but the problem now is that this woman not only fell asleep, but also snored.

How can you bear such a thing?

The more Albert thought about it, the more angry he became, and he grabbed Wei Lianhua's shoulder with both hands.

Ten fingers seemed to want to pinch them into Wei Lianhua's flesh.

There are so many painters in the world, why does this woman insist on holding on to him?

Wei Lianhua, who was awakened, slowly glanced over Albert's hand, and her lifeless eyes glanced at Albert, "You bully me."

Realizing that this was a statement, Albert subconsciously wanted to let go, but the next second, his whole body rose into the air.

Half an hour passed soon.

Albert looked at Wei Lianhua with a loving look on his face, and helped Wei Lianhua develop ideas with great care. "Before creating, think about your strengths first."

If you ignore the bruises on Albert's face and the two patches of cloth blocked in your nostrils.

Now this scene of the relationship between teachers and students looks really harmonious.

Wei Lianhua tilted her head and thought seriously. After a long time, she answered affirmatively, "I am very strong."

This is what she discovered recently.

Albert's expression became ferocious, and then he forced a smile out loud, "There's still there!" In the field of painting, this is not an advantage.

And why don’t you fall if you are strong?

Wei Lianhua grabbed the back of her head and said, "I'm running fast."

This is also what she discovered recently.

Albert snorted heavily, the cloth in his nostrils

The strip was sprayed on the ground.

The nosebleed was flowing out.

Before Albert could move, Wei Lianhua had already grabbed his T-shirt, skillfully tore off two balls of fabric, and skillfully stuffed it into his nose.

Albert "" is indeed a custom version of T-shirt, and it's really good to absorb water

No, what he was thinking.

His lips trembled, and Albert's voice was filled with despair. "Running can't help you become an excellent painter. Think about it again, do you have any other advantages that others have praised."

When Wei Lianhua heard this, her eyes lit up, "Yes, I'm very good at math and I'm very good at calculating accounts."

Yesterday afternoon, Wei Zhenxiang praised her several times.

Albert, “Then why don’t you become an accountant.” With such a talent for painting, doing something is more promising than painting.

Stop insulting art anymore. .??.??

Wei Lianhua shook her head deeply, "The painter earns a lot!"

Albert "How about you beat me to death."

He couldn't stand it anymore. He originally thought that even though this person was unreliable, he had a great love for art.

But he didn't expect that he was thinking too much about everything.

This man is simply a philosopher, and he cannot let the other party insult art.

Looking at Albert's eyes that could almost spit out fire, Wei Lianhua patted Albert's shoulder twice, "Calm down."

Albert, who was slapped by Wei Lianhua, struggled to raise his arm and "Stop!" He had calmed down.

After helping Albert up and putting it on, Wei Lianhua looked at the other party with a sincere look on her face, "Are you getting better?"

Albert ""I'll be fine if you can stay away from me."

After scolding Wei Lianhua hundreds of times in his heart, Albert breathed out "Think about it, what you are best at is

What, then draw it.”

This is what the teacher said to him when he first started painting.

At that time, the teacher actually didn't want to accept him. The reason for asking this question was that he wanted him to do other things he was good at.

In short, it’s OK to do anything, just don’t insult art.

He was heartbroken by these words, but he didn't expect that the same words would come out of his mouth.

Things you do best

Wei Lianhua looked at Albert with a deep look, "I'm good at everything, what should I do?"

Albert "" He has never seen such a shameless person.

This class took a long time and it felt like it was almost time for Wang Yilin to finish school. Wei Lianhua put a gray iron ring in Albert's hand to "apprenticeship."

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This was something she accidentally fucked last night.

Things happened suddenly.

She removed many parts from those two machines. When she poured the parts on the bed last night to check, her body moved uncontrollably again.

Unlike the uncontrolled way she was when painting, this time the loss of control made her feel a strange feeling of satisfaction.

When I came to my senses, all the parts in front of me disappeared, and were replaced by several rings.

Although I don’t know why I made such a strange thing, since I made it, Wei Lianhua took it out and used it without any psychological burden.

Although it is iron gray, it is a ring at all!

So, early this morning, she put one on each of the Wei family, and even Wang Yilin did not leave.

Now she had a few left in her pocket, and just took out one to serve as a disciple for Albert.
Chapter completed!