Seeing this painting, Carlos's pupils trembled, and he raised his eyes slightly to look at the students in the stands. They all lowered their heads and looked unhappy.
Carlos looked at the painting again. Although it was very simple, it was obvious that this was not a painting that children of this age should draw.
"What does this mean? Does a student want to tell me, or what information to me?" Carlos thought.
However, none of these paintings were signed, and Carlos didn't know who drew them.
Do you have to ask directly? No, since you use this method to tell yourself, it means that this matter cannot be directly put on the table. If you ask rashly, you may have bad things happen.
Carlos thought, folded the painting, put it in his pocket, and took out a piece of paper from his desk. After picking up a watercolor pen and drawing it casually on the paper, Carlos drew all the paintings.
The chaos was spread out on the podium.
"Okay, all the classmates, I've seen all your paintings. Now please come to the podium and claim your paintings back. Don't take them wrong." Carlos clapped his hands and said, and the students came one after another.
On the podium, Carlos noticed a few slow students.
The students gathered in front of the podium and began to look for their own paintings. Carlos's eyes paid attention to the expressions of each student. Finally, Carlos saw that a girl looked a little panicked, and she was at a loss when she stood behind the student.
This girl was the one she asked about at the beginning.
Carlos avoided the students and handed the picture he had drawn casually to the girl. The girl was slightly surprised, but she quickly took the picture and turned back to her seat.
Carlos looked at the girl and felt confident.
"Okay, all the classmates have got their own drawings." Carlos looked at everyone and said, "As everyone sees, it is still a bit inconvenient for me to get everyone up and down, so I want to choose one
The class monitor, the class monitor is the person who is responsible for managing the class except me, and needs to assist me in my work.”
"So, does anyone take the initiative to be the squad leader?"
The class was silent and no one raised his hand. Seeing this, Carlos looked at the girl. The girl was also looking at Carlos. The two of them looked at each other, and the girl immediately lowered her head.
"Tsk, don't you understand what I mean?" Carlos thought, biting his lip.
Just as Carlos was about to appoint the other party directly, the girl finally raised her hand.
"Oh, okay, this classmate, what's your name?" Carlos immediately stepped forward and asked.
"Amy, Amy Priss." She replied in a low voice.
"Okay, Amy, go to the office with me after class. I want to tell you some things." Carlos said, patting Amy on the shoulder.
Afterwards, Carlos simply called out the name. After class, Carlos glanced at Amy and walked out of the classroom first.
When he arrived at the office, Carlos looked at the painting and fell into deep thought.
After waiting for a while, the office door was knocked, Amy pushed open the door and tentatively poked her head in.
"Come in and talk." Carlos waved to her and said, Amy nodded, walked into the office and closed the door.
“This painting…”
Just as Carlos was about to say something, Amy quickly stepped forward and covered Carlos's mouth, and made a 'shh' gesture.
"......" After a moment of silence, Carlos nodded, and then Amy let go of her hand.
"The classmates in the class are easy to get along with. This is my first time as a teacher. I feel a little embarrassed when I see you don't speak, haha." Carlos said, taking out the paper and starting to write on it.
Afterwards, Carlos handed the paper to Amy.
"What does it mean, is anyone monitoring it?"
"Everyone likes the teacher very much, please don't worry." Amy said, taking the paper and nodding.
"You painted this painting, it was very well drawn." Carlos said, taking out the folded painting in his pocket and handing it to Amy, who nodded again.
Carlos thought about it and wrote another sentence on the paper.
“Is there any safe place?”
Amy thought for a while, pushed the door open and walked out of the office, and Carlos immediately followed.
Following Amy, the two of them arrived at the laundry room.
There were several washing machines in the laundry room, and after both of them came in, Amy immediately locked the door.
"It's very noisy here, and they can't hear a little less voice." Amy whispered.
"Who are they referring to?" Carlos asked immediately.
"The principal, the director, and some other teachers." Amy's body trembled.
"You, don't be afraid." Carlos quickly grabbed Amy's shoulder when he saw this, "What the hell is going on? What does that painting mean? Can you tell me?"
"They, they are a group of perverts and a group of madmen." Amy's body trembled more and more intensely, and even the tone of her speech became stable.
"Calm down and say it slowly..." Before he could finish his words, there was a knock on the door outside the laundry room.
"Who is inside, open the door!" The voice outside said impatiently.
Amy suddenly panicked and hurriedly hid behind Carlos.
"No, they can't let them see that we were together, otherwise something will happen." Amy said tremblingly, holding Carlos's hem tightly.
Carlos bit his lip.
Outside the door, an old lady was standing outside holding a basket of clothes and knocking on the door impatiently.
Soon, Carlos opened the door.
"Hey, what's going on? Just use the laundry room. Why do you need to lock the door?" the aunt said noisily.
"Sorry, I'm new here, I didn't pay attention to locking the door." Carlos said, nodded, and walked out of the laundry room.
The aunt glanced at Carlos impatiently, walked into the laundry room and started washing clothes.
At this time, Amy was hanging from the ceiling by Carlos using his soul to make a spike and hanging her clothes.
"You will come out after she leaves." Before leaving, Carlos told Amy so.
Fortunately, the aunt didn't stop for too long, threw her clothes into the washing machine and left directly.
Amy also quickly jumped off the ceiling and ran out of the laundry room.