Su Liu looked up and saw it was Teacher Shui Cai from the neighboring class.
Beside Teacher Shui Cai stood a girl with a mushroom cut, smiling triumphantly.
This was another student Su Liu had seen in the art studio.
Many students present were quietly giving the girl a thumbs-up.
Others hesitated. Those who knew Jian Sheng and had the courage to speak a few words with the teacher immediately turned and ran.
As long as they found the teacher quickly enough, the teacher wouldn't have time to find them!
So, by the time the class bell rang, the classroom was packed to the brim.
Sitting at the very front were a group of art studio teachers who had skipped their own classes to join the commotion along with the students.
Su Liu was full of helplessness, completely unaware of how things had escalated to this extent.
He looked at Jian Sheng helplessly and asked, "Sheng Sheng, why don't you show everyone what you can do?"
"Don't be nervous, just treat it as if you're casually sketching for yourself."
Su Liu spread out the Xuan paper and used the projection equipment to display Jian Sheng's movements onto the large screen at the front of the classroom.
Considering the little girl's height, Su Liu also brought over a stool.
He had Jian Sheng stand on the stool to paint.
The classroom was dead silent, everyone waiting for Jian Sheng to make her move.
Su Liu, worried that Jian Sheng might be nervous with so many people around, kept talking to try and help her relax.
Jian Sheng was thinking about what to draw, but the constant chatter around her disturbed her thoughts.
Jian Sheng tilted her head and pouted with dissatisfaction, saying,
"Teacher Su, I think what you're saying is making me more nervous."
Su Liu: "..."
Alright, he fell silent.
Jian Sheng closed her eyes, countless images flashing through her mind.
Finally, the scene settled on a fluffy white ball of fur.
A surge of sadness rose within her. Jian Sheng dipped her brush in ink, adjusting the ink density on the tip of her brush on another piece of white paper.
Then, she began to paint on the Xuan paper.
Ears, eyes, nose, paws...
Finally, she switched to a larger brush, wet it with water, dipped it in ink, and with a stroke, painted six fluffy, flowing tails.
As Jian Sheng relaxed her brush, a little fox, resting on its hind legs, covering its mouth with its front paws, its round, curious eyes looking at everyone, came to life on the paper.
The six flowing tails behind it weren't out of place.
Instead, they looked harmonious and full of imagination.
Even the slight smudging of the ink seemed to have become the little fox's natural fur.
Looking at the little girl, who still needed to stand on a chair to reach the table,
At this moment, a thought spontaneously arose in everyone's minds.
"A genius?"
"No! A prodigy!"
Especially the students in Su Liu's own class, who had heard his evaluations of genius before, finally found someone who matched it.
Su Liu's words replayed in their minds.
"When your talent is high enough."
"Even if you've never learned to paint, even if you're drawing something imaginary."
"You can still create works that can move people's hearts!"
"No technique, all soul!"
At the time, they thought he was exaggerating.
But now, seeing it, where was the exaggeration?
His words were practically an understatement!
Su Liu picked up the Xuan paper and displayed it for everyone present to see.
The teachers closest to them, while marveling at the little girl's talent, couldn't help but curiously ask,
"Little one, why does your fox have six tails?"
The little girl tilted her head and answered without hesitation.
"Of course, because a Three-Tail has six tails!"
Everyone present: "???"
Jian Sheng explained, "Three-Tail is her name."
Three-Tail was a little fox she had adopted in the cultivation world.
Because the little fox already had three tails when Jian Sheng found her, Jian Sheng named her Three-Tail.
After following Jian Sheng for over two hundred years, Three-Tail's cultivation grew rapidly, and she grew three more tails.
She didn't know when she would see Three-Tail again.
Or the seniors in the cultivation world.
Three-Tail, today I'm introducing you to my classmates at the art studio~
But they don't know you yet. When I find the cultivation world in the future, I'll definitely bring you to meet them!
Hehe~
Jian Sheng thought silently, her slight dejected mood quickly recovering.
Those present weren't just surprised by the little girl's childishness, attributing names to imaginary creatures.
After a slight awkward pause due to their bewilderment, a round of enthusiastic applause erupted.
It was for the little girl, who was less than five years old, standing on the podium.
Jian Sheng gracefully accepted the applause and, standing on the chair, cupped her hands towards the crowd as if she knew how.
Everyone burst into laughter again.
Having seen the legendary genius junior schoolmate paint and having satisfied their curiosity, the teachers and students began to leave in an orderly fashion.
At this moment, Su Liu suddenly shouted, "Bai Changfeng! What are you doing!"
Everyone turned back curiously.
They saw the Shui Cai teacher, who had been called over earlier, quietly rolling up the painting while everyone was leaving and no one was paying attention to it on the table.
Called out, Bai Changfeng, after a moment of embarrassment, quickly pretended to be nonchalant and said,
"I just saw this painting left unattended, so I was helping to tidy it up."
"Leave it there, I'll tidy up my student's painting myself."
Su Liu remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on Bai Changfeng's actions.
He also took two steps forward, blocking Bai Changfeng's path to exit.
Bai Changfeng glanced at the not-so-spacious podium, then at the back door crowded with students.
In the end, he reluctantly placed the painting back on the podium.
He felt a sense of regret.
What a spirited painting, and it was done by such a young girl.
Perhaps in another decade or so, this painting would be beyond his reach to afford.
Bai Changfeng's gaze swept around a few times. After bidding farewell, he walked past Su Liu.
His eyes still lingered on the little girl.
Su Liu saw this and immediately stepped forward.
He stood in front of the little girl, blocking Bai Changfeng's covetous gaze.
Bai Changfeng felt a flicker of annoyance, but with a roll of his eyes, he left quite readily.
Meanwhile, he began to calculate when he could directly ask the little girl to paint ten or eight pieces for him.
Or see if he could schedule his classes to coincide with the little girl's and assign her more homework.
At that time, wouldn't he have as many of the little girl's paintings as he wanted?
With this thought, Bai Changfeng revealed a triumphant smile.
His steps as he left became much lighter and more graceful.
The consequence of this large-scale skipping of classes by teachers and students
was that rumors that were previously only circulating among some students were now known by everyone in the art studio.
And under the witness of so many students and teachers, the rumors, whose truthfulness was difficult to ascertain, were finally confirmed.
Therefore, after class, even more students surrounded Jian Sheng.
Many students who looked much older than Jian Sheng actually came to learn from Jian Sheng and become her disciples.
This turn of events completely stunned both Jian Sheng and Su Liu.
Jian Sheng was currently facing such a situation.
A boy who looked twelve or thirteen years old was holding a wad of bright red cash and stubbornly trying to stuff it into Jian Sheng's hand.