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The paintings that Wen Ya chose for Leng Yichen were all those he had painted before.

The paintings cover a variety of styles and themes, but there is one that stands out: a painting by Xiao Miaomiao.

The white dove in this painting is so lifelike that it seems to fly out of the canvas at any time. Leng Yichen actually found this one among many paintings and chose to copy it without hesitation.

If Leng Yichen hadn't found it today, Wen Ya wouldn't even have remembered that she had taken a photo of her junior sister's painting and kept it.

Now that I think about it, the teacher Leng Yichen was looking for seems to have found the answer.

It's a pity that such a good seedling can't become my student. If I can cultivate him well, maybe he will achieve something!

Wen Ya projected the painting selected by Leng Yichen directly onto the big screen.

"Okay, just look at the screen in front of you and copy it." He said to Leng Yichen gently, and at the same time couldn't help but reach out and gently rub his hair.

The soft touch made him rub it a few more times, and he secretly sighed in his heart: "This child's hair is so smooth!"

However, Leng Yichen did not pay attention to her actions, but stared intently at the picture on the screen.

He opened his paint box and prepared to start copying.

At the same time, the other children around him cast surprised glances. They couldn't believe that Leng Yichen was actually going to copy such a complex and exquisite painting on the screen.

After all, they were still trying to draw some blurred and unrecognizable weird works, while Leng Yichen had to challenge such a difficult task.

"Teacher Wen, does this student want to copy the painting on the screen?" a little boy asked unwillingly.

He himself did not have the courage to copy such a beautiful picture. He was the best in the class and had always been rather arrogant. But now that someone better than him had come, he felt somewhat unhappy.

Wen Ya knew all the kids in the class well. Looking at Sun Yilin, she knew that he was unwilling to accept the result. This was also an opportunity for this kid to change his arrogant temper.

"Yes, Yilin, if you think you are better than him, you can also try to copy it. I will give you comments then." Wen Ya said gently.

She understood Sun Yilin's idea, but also hoped to stimulate children's competitive consciousness and enterprising spirit through this method.

Sun Yilin frowned after hearing this, and a trace of dissatisfaction rose in his heart.

He knew that the painting on the screen was quite difficult for him, even beyond his current level.

However, when he saw Leng Yichen start copying without hesitation, his inner pride made him unable to give up easily. If he chose to retreat now, wouldn't it be equivalent to directly admitting that he was not as good as others? This idea made Sun Yilin feel difficult to accept.

Sun Yilin took down the paper with the half-finished apple drawing and put it aside, then replaced it with a clean piece of paper and began to copy it on the screen.

Wen Ya looked at Sun Yilin's unyielding character and smiled without saying anything. Yilin was good at painting, but his talent was not as good as Yichen's. However, the child was still very hardworking, just a little arrogant. It was a good opportunity for Yichen to temper his temper.

A class lasted only an hour. Leng Yichen had already copied two-thirds of it, while Sun Yilin had only copied one-third, and this one-third was already inferior to Leng Yichen's.

Sun Yilin was already getting irritable and nervous, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He held the pencil tightly in both hands, and his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to swallow the picture on the screen.

His breathing also became rapid, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions.

In comparison, Leng Yichen seemed exceptionally calm and focused.

He still sat there quietly, the brush in his hand dancing on the paper, each stroke seemed so leisurely. His eyes always stayed on the painting, as if the whole world only had him and the painting.

Leng Zijun was surprised to find that he saw a smile on his son's lips. He was happy. Was it because he was happy copying the painting? He had seen Yichen like this before when he followed Xiao Miaomiao to paint, but he had a blank expression when he was copying Mr. Qi's ink painting.

Everyone had already gathered around Leng Yichen and Sun Yilin. When they saw Leng Yichen's copy, surprise flashed in their eyes and they wanted to scream. It was really that Leng Yichen's copy was too similar.

It gives them the same feeling as a painting on a screen.

Wen Ya looked at their excited expressions, raised her index finger and put it in front of her mouth, signaling them not to disturb her.

The children who were originally going out to play after class were now standing next to Leng Yichen excitedly.

Sun Yilin could no longer copy. He felt that he could not copy that feeling, so he threw his pen away in anger and stopped painting.

Wen Ya looked at him disapprovingly, "Yilin, what is the first principle I taught you in the first class?"

When Sun Yilin heard this, he looked at the pen on the ground, clenched his fist, picked up the pen and put it away without daring to refute. He walked to Leng Yichen and saw the painting. There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and was sure that it was drawn by Leng Yichen himself, he would have suspected that it was drawn by someone else.

Leng Yichen's excellence made Sun Yilin feel extremely sad and lost.

He originally thought that he was good enough, but compared with Leng Yichen, he found that he was far inferior in both appearance and talent. Especially in painting, Sun Yilin was originally proud of his skills, but now he found that he could not be compared with Leng Yichen at all.

"Yilin, this is the first and last time I'm reminding you. If you throw away your paintbrush casually because of anger again, I will kick you out of the classroom without hesitation and let you go home directly." Wen Ya looked at Sun Yilin with a serious face and said.

He knew that for a painter, hands and brushes were the most important things. However, Sun Yilin easily gave up his brush, which was no different from a soldier throwing away his weapon on the battlefield.

After Sun Yilin realized his mistake, he immediately apologized to Wen Ya: "I'm sorry, Teacher Wen, I know I was wrong. Please forgive my impulsive behavior."

Wen Ya looked at Sun Yilin's sincere attitude and nodded, indicating that she accepted his apology. She told him, "A good child is one who can correct his mistakes. I hope you won't make the same mistake again in the future."

More than half an hour passed, and Leng Yichen finally put down the paintbrush in his hand.

The children present couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. They were surprised to find that the painting drawn by Leng Yichen was almost exactly the same as the template, as if it was copied and pasted.

Even Wen Ya's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's unbelievable! Leng Yichen can actually draw so well, even perfect."

"Yilin, are you convinced? You must remember that there are always people better than you. Don't think that you can slack off just because you have done well with me. Yichen is the best example." Wen Ya looked at him and said.