Senior is too arrogant

On Saturday, Kang Wei went to the cram school with his painting. When he saw her tutor, he showed it to him. Miss Zhao just looked at it and threw it to her.

"What is this?"

Kang Wei looked at the picture thrown back and answered wrongly, "this is a rose!"

"Is the rose dead?"

Kang Wei looked at teacher Zhao and didn't know how to answer.

Perhaps seeing her doubts, Mr. Zhao continued, "look at your painting. Besides a bottle of roses, what else is there?"

Kang Wei still did not answer.

"Is it fresh or overnight? Is it placed on the tea table or on the ground? What about the background? Is it windy or not? " Zhao said several problems in a row, but Kang Wei didn't pay attention to them.

"Why do you say that other masters' paintings are" lifelike "? Because people are good at observing and depicting the dynamics of animals and plants, so that people can see what season and what scene it is. How about yours Zhao continued, "I failed!"

Kang Wei grabbed the picture in his hand and bit his lip, but he didn't make a sound.

"I don't know why you chose me to be your teacher, but since you want to be my student, you have to learn from scratch. What you want to do now is not to learn oil painting, but sketch. Go to the last line to copy. Give me three before class today!" Mr. Zhao gave the order, and Kang Wei did not cry.

"Then I'll buy sketch paper first!" Kang Wei said with the last stubbornness.

Mr. Zhao didn't say anything. Kangwei went to the stationery store outside the school and bought sketch paper and pencil eraser. He took them to the corner of the classroom and put the sketch paper on the folder. When Mr. Zhao came down, he put a vase on the windowsill next to Kangwei. Kangwei took a look and said nothing. After sharpening the pencil, he began to copy the vase.

When the vase is placed on the windowsill, there is light and shadow, including some parts that appear bright. Kang Wei patiently describes these things. Miss Zhao passed by her several times without saying anything.

In their class, most of them are teenagers. Kang Wei is a different kind of student. What's more, other people are painting oil paintings, and they are sketching, which makes Kang Wei seem out of place. Fortunately, Kang Wei doesn't care. After all, she has her goal. As long as Mr. Zhao doesn't have a vicious heart, Kang Wei can graduate smoothly.

There is no canteen in their school. During the lunch break, they can only go to a small restaurant nearby. Kangwei didn't go out at noon because he had three sketches. Her teachers and classmates didn't know her well, and no one paid any attention to her. Kang Wei sat there quietly painting his own paintings.

Kang Wei is dissatisfied with Mr. Zhao's words, but he can't help it. Who let him be the teacher of his own choice? If he didn't like his painting ability, he wouldn't choose him. Since he let him sketch, let him see it.

Kang Wei sat there painting with stubbornness. Occasionally he would brush hard, which led to poor painting. So at the beginning, Kang Wei did not change the drawing paper. Later, he found that it was all because of his own mentality. Kang Wei slowly let go of what he had said to the teacher, and tried to calm down and draw the vase on the windowsill.

When Mr. Zhao came back from dinner, he habitually took a look when passing by his class. There was only a small figure sitting in the last corner of the classroom and drawing seriously. Mr. Zhao stopped and looked at her. She was looking at the drawing paper seriously. The lead pen in her right hand had been drawing. Occasionally she turned to look at the vase on the windowsill.

"Not bad!" Mr. Zhao whispered and turned to leave.

The selfless Kang Wei didn't notice that someone was looking at her at the door just now. She just wanted to draw well.