The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Tan Chengyue's unpredictable way of thinking left Lu Qian both amused and exasperated.

However, these words can only be said now, because as people get older, they become more and more timid.

If you don't try your best now, you'll have even less of a chance in the future.

Moreover, Tan Chengyue has excellent talent in painting. As long as he works hard, he will definitely find a path that suits him.

"As for AI, it will indeed affect the work of some illustrators," Lu Qian continued. "However, AI is rigid. The greatest strength of humans is creativity, which AI cannot currently replace."

"If you choose to draw, there are many paths in the future: game, film and television, art, concept artist, 3D modeler, special effects designer... These positions can only be assisted by AI."

"And freelance artists use AI even less."

Tan Chengyue nodded. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to reach that height, but Teacher Lu's words gave him confidence.

Yeah, if things don't work out in the future, then let my future self take care of it.

What does this have to do with me right now!

"You like memorizing good sentences, right? Let me tell you another one," Lu Qian said with a smile. "In this life, it's rare to have a hobby that produces positive results. Keep it up and don't forget your roots. A hobby is something you can dedicate your life to."

Tan Chengyue stared blankly at Lu Qian, "Oh my~ Teacher Lu, it's such a pity you don't teach Chinese. Well said, I'll write it down."

Lu Qian smirked, "It's not my original idea either. The core idea came from reading books. By the way, if you have any questions about drawing, feel free to ask me."

Tan Chengyue paused in his typing, looked up with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Teacher, you can draw?"

Lu Qian humbly replied, "I know a little bit."

After thinking for a moment, he said again, "Talking is useless. Here's something fun. Come with me, and when you draw it, compare it in your mind and see how it looks."

Lu Qian led Tan Chengyue back to the classroom, found a piece of paper, and couldn't suppress a mischievous grin.

Lu Qian couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what he was going to do later.

"Chengyue, can I borrow your pencil?"

"it is good."

Tan Chengyue handed over the pencil case, completely bewildered. Inside, besides different pencils, were other watercolor pens.

He found painting enjoyable, but the smile on Teacher Lu's face was a bit too wicked.

But what is this being drawn?

He had a bad feeling.

Lu Qian's hands moved quickly, and his expression gradually became focused.

Tan Chengyue watched from the side as Teacher Lu drew two concentric circles, added some short lines to the outer circle, and then sketched a few patterns inside the circle.

After drawing these, I added a small arrow in the corner next to it.

He understood the arrow; it indicated the direction of the main light source.

Lu Qian drew very quickly; after the outline was completed, he began to fill in the details.

At this point, Tan Chengyue immediately understood what the painting was about, and his expression changed drastically.

I rely on!

Teacher Lu!

You draw a coin!

That's too much torture!

But he didn't say anything; instead, he became inexplicably excited and gradually became immersed in Lu Qian's paintings.

The more you look, the more detailed it becomes; the more you look, the more awe-inspiring it becomes.

Tan Chengyue knew what painting technique Teacher Lu used.

Hyperrealistic painting.

It is an extremely difficult painting technique that requires not only artistic talent but also amazing observation skills and patience.

It is usually used to draw things that are common in life, in order to make them look realistic.

He knew of an artist named Marcelo Valengi who was famous for his hyperrealistic paintings.

But this was the first time he had ever seen this painting technique in real life.

And the drawing is still such an explosive thing!

Teacher Lu, I'm truly impressed!

Lu Qian is still painting. Hyperrealistic painting requires a lot of things, and since he doesn't have enough of those things, he'll make up for it with technique.

Time passed little by little.

The only sound in the classroom was the soft rustling of drawing.

Tan Chengyue didn't dare to breathe too deeply, for fear of disturbing Professor Lu's train of thought.

Almost half an hour had passed when Lu Qian finally put down his pen just before the end of get out of class.

"It's finished. What do you think?"

Tan Chengyue picked up the paper as if on a pilgrimage, murmuring, "It's so realistic! Teacher Lu, if I hadn't seen you draw it with my own eyes, I would have really thought it was a real coin."

Lu Qian smiled. He drew a one-yuan coin. Fortunately, he used a lot of this kind of money when he was a child, otherwise he would have no reference.

Now we even use less cash.

Tan Chengyue looked at it repeatedly, wanting to touch it, but afraid of damaging it, he forcibly withdrew his hand.

"Don't make that face. If I can draw it, you can too if you try," Lu Qian said.

Tan Chengyue stretched his neck forward, pointed at himself, and looked incredulous.

"I?"

Yes, you.

"Teacher Lu, you really think highly of me."

"I'm not kidding. Hyperrealistic painting techniques are not uncommon. You have a lot of talent. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Tan Chengyue immediately perked up, "Teach me how to draw this?"

Lu Qian looked conflicted. Was this an answer he could give?

Tan Chengyue understood immediately, carefully put the painting down, and then patted his chest to assure him.

"I understand, it's something that can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words."

Lu Qian smirked, "You know nothing."

Tan Chengyue chuckled, and his desire to learn to paint became even stronger.

"By the way, Teacher Lu, what are you planning to do with this painting?"

"So what if it's lost? It's not like it's anything valuable." Lu Qian leaned back casually in his chair. "You can have it."

Tan Chengyue's eyes lit up. "Really?! Then I won't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly thought of something.

"Teacher, I have an idea. Can this painting be trimmed?"

Lu Qian raised an eyebrow, as if he understood what he was going to do, and pointed at him with his finger.

The two looked at each other and laughed simultaneously.

……

The bell rang, and the school building came alive again.

After finishing his class, Zhang Chao took his books and headed towards the office.

"These students are really exhausted, having to explain the same problem over and over again."

"Are you that sleepy in class?"

Zhang Chao felt exhausted. Before taking over, he thought these top-performing students might have better comprehension skills, which would save him some effort.

After taking over, it was just so-so, and even understanding it was a bit difficult.

Fortunately, by the end, they all said they understood.

Let's go back to the office and rest for a while...

As he was walking, he saw something on the ground ahead and took a step closer.

Hmm, it looks like a coin.

Yo ~

There was also an unexpected surprise.

Looks like I'm having pretty good luck today.

A student walked over.

Zhang Chao rushed forward and stepped on the coin.

The student opposite paused for a moment, said "Hello, teacher" and then walked past.

Zhang Chao nodded, looking completely calm and collected.

With students coming and going all around, it was inconvenient to bend down, so he held his book and looked out the window.

Once most of the students had left, they realized that no one was paying attention to their area.

Zhang Chao quickly bent down and lifted his foot, ready to pick up this unexpected delight.

The moment he touched it, he realized something was wrong and his face immediately darkened.

"Who's so inconsiderate as to draw a coin and throw it on the ground?!"

next second.

Ring ring ring, the school bell rang.

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