"Then you listen to the class!" After the man said that, he left with his sketchbook.

Jiang Tunan looked at the man's arrogant back, curled the corners of his lips, and opened the sketchbook. There was a silhouette that had not been finished yet.

Qin Weiyin came over and said, "How is it like sitting here and listening?"

Jiang Tunan put away the sketchbook and his eyes were soft and charming, "I feel very comfortable, I want to continue listening to two more classes."

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

"I haven't been to school, so I feel it's new." Jiangtu South Road.

Qin Weiyin was a little surprised, "Have you ever been to school?"

"I haven't learned anything in the classroom like this."

Qin Weiyin suddenly was very curious about Jiangtunan’s past, but it could be seen that Jiangtunan would not openly telling these things to others.

She smiled, "Then make up for my childhood regret."

"yes."

*

Si Heng left the classroom and saw Zhou Han walking towards him, holding Chinese textbooks in his hand.

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

Si Heng raised his eyebrows lightly and asked, "Is your class next class?"

"Yes!" Zhou Han smiled, "I teach children Chinese."

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

Ten minutes later, Zhou Han walked into the classroom and saw Jiang Tunan sitting behind him, and immediately smiled.

In order to avoid the noise of the students, he just nodded to her and started class.

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

It is an ancient poem describing the scenery.

Jiang Tunan was listening to the class attentively, when suddenly someone came in from the back door, walked to her side with a familiarity and sat down.

Jiang Tunan tilted his head to look at him.

Si Heng put his hand on the table, his expression calmly, and he whispered, "Go to class well, don't get distracted!"

Jiang Tunan murmured in a low voice, "If you don't come and disturb me, I won't be distracted."

Si Heng turned around, Jiang Tunan immediately put his hand on his lips, made a gesture of silence, and said silently with his lips, "Concentrate on class!"

The sunlight jumped on her soft facial features. Si Heng's heart moved, lowered his eyes and opened his sketchbook, leaning against the wall like last class, and continued to draw his paintings.

Zhou Hanben learned to paint in ancient poems, and used chalk to draw the scenery described by ancient poems on the blackboard. Students burst into amazement in the classroom.

Jiang Tunan held his chin with one hand and looked at the blackboard, drawing Zhou Han's paintings on his notebook.

With paintings, words have life. Therefore, when Zhou Han talks about poetry again, every line of poetry has a sense of picture, which can quickly integrate into the scenes written in the poem.

Zhou Han's speech was also vivid, which shows that even if he was temporarily transferred to teach the children, he did not deal with it, but did his homework.

After talking about the poetry, Zhou Han asked the students to recite silently, walked behind himself, and asked Jiang Tunan, "Is it OK for me to speak?"

"Extremely good!" Jiang Tunan said appreciatively, "If you really become a Chinese teacher, you will definitely be a good teacher that is popular among students."

Zhou Han grinned and showed his white teeth, "Thank you for your praise. To be honest, you and Brother Si Heng are sitting here, just like the leader is listening to a class, and I am very nervous."

"I'm so nervous, so I want to give you a thumbs up!" Jiang Tunan said with a smile.

Si Heng turned his eyes and looked over. His expression had not changed much. His hand, which was holding the pen, tightened. With a "click", the sketch pen folded in his palm.

Jiang Tunan and Zhou Han looked over when they heard the sound. Si Heng's face did not change his expression. He raised his hand directly, and cut into two sketch pens across the beautiful parabola in the air, accurately entering the trash can.

He turned his head and said, "The quality of the pen is too poor. I will send some good ones for students tomorrow."
Chapter completed!