Chapter 28 Who among us supervises whom?
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Jiu Yang Zhu Zhu
Qiao Liancheng left, and Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
What a shame, my vest was ripped off accidentally!
It’s a hard life!
In the morning, Qiao Liancheng led the team for training.
Jiang Wan took the hoe and took Ping An to dig the ground.
Watching Qiao Liancheng's movements in the morning was very smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The stiff soil was as obedient as tofu under Qiao Liancheng's hoe.
It's completely different when you get to Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan dug hard for a long time, only to get it out half a meter away, and the depth of the digging was only half of Qiao Liancheng's.
Ping An brought two stools and used the taller stool as a table. He sat on the small stool and lay down to write.
Seeing Jiang Wan stop, Ping An turned around and shouted fiercely:
"Why are you so stupid? It took you a long time to dig just a little bit. Get to work quickly!"
Jiang Wan glanced at him sideways, dropped the hoe in her hand and came over to look:
"Let me see how many words you wrote all morning!"
Upon seeing this, Ping An hurriedly covered the book with his hands to prevent him from reading it.
Jiang Wan saw this and sneered: "Whoever cares about the appearance will be knocked down if you don't show it!"
As he was about to leave, Pingan relaxed and Jiang Wan grabbed his notebook while he wasn't paying attention.
On the book, several numbers were written crookedly, from one to ten.
However, most of them are paintings, of birds, mice and people.
Although there are only a few strokes, the painting is particularly vivid.
Jiang Wan was surprised. She was lost in thought when the book was suddenly pulled away.
"You pay me back, who told you to look at it!" Ping An yelled angrily.
Jiang Wan sneered: "You don't have to let me see it."
"When your dad asked me how you were doing, I told you that you weren't here all morning and went to play with your Aunt Jiang Xue!"
Ping An's face turned pale when he saw this, and he stamped his feet anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't go anywhere."
Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows and said in her heart: "Young man, I can't deal with you anymore."
She didn't say anything, she just stretched out her hand with her palms open.
Ping An bit her lip and put the book in her palm depressedly.
Jiang Wan smiled broadly, took the book and looked at it, marveling:
"Not bad, you are quite talented!"
Ping An smiled proudly: "That's what I like most about painting!"
"only……"
He lowered his eyes somewhat depressedly:
"Dad said there was no future in painting, so he wanted me to study hard and go to university in the future!"
Jiang Wan was puzzled: "Is there any conflict between going to college and painting?"
Ping An was puzzled: "How come there is no conflict? How can I draw if I go to college?"
Jiang Wan curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Nonsense, who told you that you can't draw when you go to college!"
"Haven't you heard of the Academy of Fine Arts? There is also a painting major in college."
"Besides, if you are good at painting and have art skills, you can be a designer in the future."
Maybe this topic makes Ping An feel comfortable, and he doesn't reject Jiang Wan so much, at least this is the case!
He underestimated in a low voice: "But when I grow up, I want to be a public security officer!"
"The kind that catches bad guys!"
Jiang Wan curled her lips: "That's not a conflict. There is a profession in the police called simulation portrait artist!"
"The imitation portraitist draws a portrait of the criminal based on the description of the witness. This is a public security profession, and one also needs to be able to draw."
"Do you think painting is important?"
Ping An's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his little face shone brightly:
"Really! Isn't painting useless?"
Jiang Wan replied affirmatively: "Of course, you have a skill!"
What a shame, my vest was ripped off accidentally!
It’s a hard life!
In the morning, Qiao Liancheng led the team for training.
Jiang Wan took the hoe and took Ping An to dig the ground.
Watching Qiao Liancheng's movements in the morning was very smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The stiff soil was as obedient as tofu under Qiao Liancheng's hoe.
It's completely different when you get to Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan dug hard for a long time, only to get it out half a meter away, and the depth of the digging was only half of Qiao Liancheng's.
Ping An brought two stools and used the taller stool as a table. He sat on the small stool and lay down to write.
Seeing Jiang Wan stop, Ping An turned around and shouted fiercely:
"Why are you so stupid? It took you a long time to dig just a little bit. Get to work quickly!"
Jiang Wan glanced at him sideways, dropped the hoe in her hand and came over to look:
"Let me see how many words you wrote all morning!"
Upon seeing this, Ping An hurriedly covered the book with his hands to prevent him from reading it.
Jiang Wan saw this and sneered: "Whoever cares about the appearance will be knocked down if you don't show it!"
As he was about to leave, Pingan relaxed and Jiang Wan grabbed his notebook while he wasn't paying attention.
On the book, several numbers were written crookedly, from one to ten.
However, most of them are paintings, of birds, mice and people.
Although there are only a few strokes, the painting is particularly vivid.
Jiang Wan was surprised. She was lost in thought when the book was suddenly pulled away.
"You pay me back, who told you to look at it!" Ping An yelled angrily.
Jiang Wan sneered: "You don't have to let me see it."
"When your dad asked me how you were doing, I told you that you weren't here all morning and went to play with your Aunt Jiang Xue!"
Ping An's face turned pale when he saw this, and he stamped his feet anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't go anywhere."
Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows and said in her heart: "Young man, I can't deal with you anymore."
She didn't say anything, she just stretched out her hand with her palms open.
Ping An bit her lip and put the book in her palm depressedly.
Jiang Wan smiled broadly, took the book and looked at it, marveling:
"Not bad, you are quite talented!"
Ping An smiled proudly: "That's what I like most about painting!"
"only……"
He lowered his eyes somewhat depressedly:
"Dad said there was no future in painting, so he wanted me to study hard and go to university in the future!"
Jiang Wan was puzzled: "Is there any conflict between going to college and painting?"
Ping An was puzzled: "How come there is no conflict? How can I draw if I go to college?"
Jiang Wan curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Nonsense, who told you that you can't draw when you go to college!"
"Haven't you heard of the Academy of Fine Arts? There is also a painting major in college."
"Besides, if you are good at painting and have art skills, you can be a designer in the future."
Maybe this topic makes Ping An feel comfortable, and he doesn't reject Jiang Wan so much, at least this is the case!
He underestimated in a low voice: "But when I grow up, I want to be a public security officer!"
"The kind that catches bad guys!"
Jiang Wan curled her lips: "That's not a conflict. There is a profession in the police called simulation portrait artist!"
"The imitation portraitist draws a portrait of the criminal based on the description of the witness. This is a public security profession, and one also needs to be able to draw."
"Do you think painting is important?"
Ping An's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his little face shone brightly:
"Really! Isn't painting useless?"
Jiang Wan replied affirmatively: "Of course, you have a skill!"
