Chapter 281: Splash ink landscape painting

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As the saying goes, he stumbles into a lame man, then looks back and flashes again.
Tian Qiu feels like this now.
He was ridiculed in front of the students by Chu Yi in the morning, and then fell off.
I thought I was able to teach or even expel Chu Yi, an old fritter, at a teacher conference. Why did I think that although these people were afraid of him, no one dared to say a few words about Chu Yi.
At this moment, Tian Qiu felt a little bit bullied by dogs.
However, after all, he came from the capital and experienced many things. The weather did not move, and he quickly stabilized the scene.
"Teachers, schools, need reform, teaching methods, and innovation, and blindly allow students to develop, this is completely wrong."
Tian Qiu was very aggressive.
"The country is vigorously promoting quality education, whether it is painting, dancing, calligraphy or piano chess, are included in the scope of assessment by several major universities."
"No. 1 Middle School is a genius class established according to this model."
"Can we fall behind? No!"
"In Beijing, such class opinions are increasing."
"Although we have already had a pilot for the first year of high school here, it is far from enough. The time for the third year is too tight. Then, the students of the second year must also join the interest class."
"Not arbitrary, but mandatory, everyone must learn a specialty."
"Compulsory? This is not so good," Tan Yu said. The students had been studying very hard. If they were forced to study the major of interest, wouldn't it be more exclusive?
But she only dared to whisper below, because the headmaster was too strong.
Many teachers frowned.
If this is done, the effect will be good in a short time, but is it the same as without reform?
Even increased the burden on students.
"I disagree." Just then, a voice sounded lazily.
Chu Yi was very happy. He had long been dissatisfied with the principal. What a big man from Beijing, how dare he be arrogant in my place, even denied everything Qin Ran did.
Tian Qiuding looked at it, and he couldn't help but feel angry, this teacher Chu.
His anger came from, and his voice increased a bit: "Teacher Chu, what is your opinion?"
"Interest is the best teacher. President Tian's approach is to kill this teacher." Chu Yi said with a smile, leaning on the back of the chair, a provocative look.
Tian Qiu's face was startled. Now that he decided to stand up, he must let these rural teachers know his abilities. What's more, he also had the support of the Sun's company in Beijing, and he immediately fought back.
"Teacher Chu, you are wrong in saying this. How can this stifle the interest of the students? Instead, they will motivate them so that they will not become ticket-playing."
"Myself is the best example."
Everyone is suspicious.
The tension on the side quickly added: "You may not know that when Tian Tian was in high school, he was selected by a tutor of the world's highest school with a landscape painting, and he was directly admitted."
"And President Tian once won the "White Stone Award" of China."
Most of the teachers here are not involved in the painting industry, and it is not clear to everyone.
But the White Stone Award is so famous that even many foreign painters came to participate.
Being able to win this award almost represents China's top strength.
"Principal Tian, ​​you are too powerful. I remember this award being taken away by foreign painters for several years." A teaching director stood up and exclaimed.
"What's more, Principal Tian's paintings are shot abroad at the beginning of thousands." Tension added another sentence.
This time, some teachers were shaken.
Tian Qiu is a generation under standard education. It can be said that his success is inseparable from the Chinese education. Even his hobbies are systematic.
"Principal Tian, ​​unfortunately, I also know a little bit about this, and I don't know if I can talk about it." Chu Yi said amazingly.
He knows the benefits of standardized operating procedures, but these must not be used in the education industry.
Everything grows by freedom.
Without freedom, I would rather die!
Chu Yi is different from them, and even from the thinking of most people on the planet.
The experience of a thousand years in the fairy world made him understand that freedom is the ultimate goal pursued by mankind.
A monk, with the power of heaven, is to escape the shackles of heaven and earth.
The ants longed for the sky, and the well frog yearned for the sea.
Every life is born into this world with a desire for freedom.
Fairyland has always been adhering to this view, so in the education of the next generation, it is also allowed to develop.
Chu Yi was also deeply influenced by it.
The seemingly simple competition is actually a battle between two different ideas.
Chu Yi absolutely does not want his students to be deeply disturbed.
After hearing all these words from Chu Yi, all the teachers were so impressed that they never thought that things would develop to this point.
"Can Teacher Chu paint?"
"I haven't seen it, I just know he can calligraphy."
"But this is a different field."
However, they did not expect that in the fairy world, Chu Yan's paintings are also a must.
Chu Yi entered the Dao with a sword, and was good at sword formation. He needed to draw the sword formation regularly, and the so-called sword illustration required a lot of drawing skills.
Over time, Immortal Realm has become known as the immortal Yan Luo.
Tian Qiu laughed and did not speak. After a while, he stood up and looked at Chu Yi calmly.
He felt that he had been insulted.
One is a genius painter, if not devoted to the education industry, he Tian Qiu has long been famous in the world.
The other one is an ordinary teacher who has not even won an award.
"Since that's the case, let's go to the studio." Tian Qiu proudly raised his head and raised his chest, which was already related to his honor and disgrace.
School, fry pan in a flash.
The new headmaster wants to compete with Chu Yi in landscape painting.
"Ms. Chu has played too much!" Qian Xiaoshuai exclaimed.
"Isn't this exciting?"
"Ms. Chu seems to be able to do everything. Although I don't want him to lose, I am standing as a new principal this time just because I want to see Mr. Chu's face being beaten."
Class 18 is very easy.
But other students don't think so.
"I seem to have heard his reputation as the new principal, this one is at the top level!" someone exclaimed.
"Teacher Chu this time is afraid that she will die."
"He thought that there is still President Qin's support, so arrogant, the new headmaster can't justify it without taking him." Sophomore students who had been rectified by Chu Yi in the second year of high school generally said, gloating.
The students all gathered around.
Hu Lai's group also crowded into the front row.
"Ten minutes to see who finished writing a picture." Principal Tian Tian indifferently proposed a very harsh game condition.
In ten minutes, even the instant noodles were just boiled, not to mention a landscape painting.
"Good!" Chu Yi nodded.
Everyone held their breath.
I saw President Tian started to raise the pen.
His eyes were bright, his wrists turned lightly, and with just a few strokes, he was already contoured.
A little black ink, a little scenery.
Constantly fainted, as if a landscape, with the light of the sunrise, drove the night, a little bit in front of everyone.
"This……"
"I have goose bumps all over my body."
"It looks so good, I heard that the school is going to teach, I want to learn!"
"Principal Tian, ​​there is a master style."
A teacher who understands the painting commented: "Jiangshan is like a painting, Neimei Jingzhong is participating, Principal Tian, ​​god!"
At the moment, Chu Yi is still watching.
"Why didn't he do it yet?"
"There are only three minutes left."
"Wouldn't it be necessary to see a picture."
The average student taunted.
Only students in class 18 are very calm.
"I bet a dollar, Teacher Chu is going to force it again." Hu Lai took out a coin.
"Too stingy, I bet on a pack of spicy strips."
"It's started!" The nine Daoists standing behind the crowd, their eyes stunned.
In the stunned crowd, Chu Yi picked up a stack of ink and slammed it towards the drawing paper.
The drawing paper was completely black, with the table and the ground in a mess.
"Teacher, what are you doing?" Qian Xiaoshuai exclaimed. "I bet a bag of spicy strips. This time I lost."
Chu Yi looked up blankly: "Do you want to splash ink landscape paintings, don't you want to splash ink?"
"..."
Hu Lai fainted.
Wang Ling covered her eyes this time.
Guo Feifei only felt ashamed with red cheeks.
What a lie!
But they were speechless.