Chapter 1181

Quietly sleeping in the back, the teacher saw that she played too late last night, also did not call her.

When she got up to sleep, she saw the teacher handing out drawing paper.

The children nearby skillfully took out crayons from their schoolbags, and looked happy.

After handing out the paper, the teacher clapped his hands: "children, be quiet. Today we draw big trees and flowers. The children who draw well will reward a little red flower. The teacher will paste the picture on the back wall ~"

little safflower is very attractive to children.

Ruan Mian used to get a little saffron, and could stick it on his forehead for a day and a night, but he refused to take it down when he was sleeping.

Cloud Fanfan imagined the picture, holding the crayon hand did not move.

Drawing is not too simple for her.

What's more, this kind of children's painting can be done even when you close your eyes.

But yunpan was not interested in the little red flowers and the display of the paintings on the walls.

Next to the children have started to write, cloud Pan Pan face turned to look carefully, see he used a brown pen to draw a group of things do not know what, and a group of green things.

Not finished, the child found himself looking at him, immediately said: "do not copy me!"

Then he covered the painting with his little hand.

The clouds couldn't help but gasped.

She really just wanted to see how it was worse.

But I didn't expect to rot like this.

As a person who can draw, yunpan really can't draw like that. She simply relies on her own feelings to paint. After drawing, she doesn't want to see it.

Because it's really ugly, she swears, it's the ugliest picture she's ever painted.

None of them.

After you hand in the painting, it's time to eat.

Today, it's half an apple and an egg yolk pie.

Yun Fanpan felt that she could eat eight egg yolk pies at one breath. As a result, after eating half an apple, she was miraculously full. When she couldn't eat the yolk pie, she put it in her schoolbag.

And then there was a long study time.

After lunch, the teacher took them to lunch break.

Children's spirit is good, and drowsiness comes quickly.

The clouds lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long they slept. The teacher came in to wake them up. A child urinated in the bed and began to cry. The teacher was too busy to coax him and asked the life teacher to come and clean up.

Other children can't wear shoes, so they sit on the bed and look at the teacher blankly.

Cloud Pan Pan got out of bed and put on the shoes. Seeing the child's shriveled mouth next to her, she seemed to be about to cry. She quickly squatted down in front of her and said, "put your feet out and I'll help you wear them."

The little girl won't cry.

The clouds wiped their sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, the teacher picked out all the excellent paintings and read their names.

Yun Fanpan didn't hear his name. As soon as he was about to smile, he heard the teacher say: "this time, I want to praise Ruan Mian. She paints very well. The children should learn from her. The teacher will paste her paintings on the back. Let's have a look."

"Bang --"

the cloud is extensive, and her chin hits the table. She covers her chin with tears in her eyes.

When the teacher saw her, he also said with a smile: "Ruan Mian's classmates are so happy that they cry. The teacher hasn't pasted you a little red flower."

I really want to cry.

In the envious eyes of all the children in the class, little safflower was still pasted on the forehead of the cloud.

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