"Then you listen to the class!" After the man finished speaking, he took his sketchbook and left.

Jiang Tunan looked at the man's tall and arrogant back, raised the corners of his lips, and opened his sketchbook. On it was an unfinished silhouette.

Tan Weiyin came over and asked, "How does it feel to sit here and listen?"

Jiang Tunan put away his sketchbook with a soft look in his eyes, "I feel very comfortable. I want to continue attending two more classes."

"Have you found the feeling of going to school as a child?" Tan Weiyin asked with a smile.

"I haven't been to school before, so I feel new." Jiang Tunan said.

Tan Weiyin was a little surprised, "Never went to school?"

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

Tan Weiyin was suddenly very curious about Jiang Tunan's past, but she could also see that Jiang Tunan would not open up and tell others about it.

She smiled and said, "Then let's make up for our childhood regrets."

"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 hearty smile.

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

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

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

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

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

Jiang Tunan also took a Chinese language book, borrowed a notebook and pen from the previous classmate, and opened the book to page 23 as Zhou Han said.

It is an ancient poem describing scenery.

Jiang Tunan was paying attention to the lecture, when suddenly someone walked in from the back door, walked to her side in a familiar manner, and sat down.

Jiang Tunan tilted his head and looked at him.

Si Heng put his hands on the table, with a calm expression, and whispered, "Have a good time in class and don't get distracted!"

Jiang Tunan murmured softly, "If you didn't bother me, I wouldn't be distracted."

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

The sunlight danced on her soft facial features, and Si Heng's heart moved. He lowered his eyes and opened his sketchbook, leaning against the wall as he did in the previous class, and continued to draw his paintings.

Ancient poems describe scenery, and Zhou Hanben studied painting. He used chalk to draw the scenery described in the ancient poem on the blackboard. There were bursts of exclamations from the students in the classroom.

Jiang Tunan held his chin in his hand while looking at the blackboard, and drew Zhou Han's drawings on his notebook.

With paintings, words come to life, so when Zhou Han talks about poetry, every line of the poem has a sense of picture, allowing people to quickly integrate into the scene written in the poem.

What Zhou Han said was also very vivid. 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 talking about the poetry, Zhou Han asked the students to recite silently. He walked to the back and asked Jiang Tunan, "Is what I said OK?"

"Excellent!" Jiang Tunan said with admiration, "If you really become a Chinese teacher, you will definitely be a good teacher who is popular among students."

Zhou Han grinned, showing his white teeth, "Thank you for the compliment. To be honest, you and Si Heng are sitting here, just like leaders listening to a lecture. I am very nervous."

"You have performed so well under tension, so I have to give you a thumbs up!" Jiang Tunan said with a smile.

Si Heng turned his eyes and looked over, his expression unchanged. Only the hand holding the pen tightened, and with a "click", the sketch pen broke in his hand.

Jiang Tunan and Zhou Han heard the sound and looked over. Si Heng's expression did not change, he directly raised his hand, and the sketch pen broken into two parts drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air, and it went into the trash can accurately.

He turned around and said, "The quality of the pens is too poor. I'll have someone send some good ones to the students tomorrow."

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Chapter completed!