Fang Wushen looked at the curiosity in Zhi’er’s big eyes.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, waiting intently for his answer.
Fang Wushen felt extremely proud for a moment.
At home, he always listened to his sister as the younger brother.
Now, at long last, there is a little sister waiting to hear him explain things!
"Little sister from the Jing family, you’re young, so it’s natural you don’t understand the complexities of this."
"Opening an academy, the most powerful aspect is connections!"
"The students he teaches, some go to the Court, others go into business."
As Fang Wushen spoke, he looked around and lowered his voice.
"Don’t just think he’s a mere teacher; he has even met the Holy Emperor once."
"Ordinary teachers don’t have such capabilities, especially since the students Mingyang Academy nurtured over the years all come from noble backgrounds."
"So this Master has a wide network, influencing high and low alike, and naturally, the stature of the Gao Family in the Capital has risen significantly."
Zhi’er blinked her eyes, a somewhat understanding expression rising on her round, tender, pink-white face.
Fang Wushen found her cute and immediately laughed: "When you grow up, you’ll understand. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me."
"By the way, I haven’t told you yet, my surname is Fang, and my name is Wushen."
Zhi’er was extremely well-behaved, immediately calling out sweetly, "Brother Wuxi."
Fang Wushen’s starry eyes squinted with a smile: "Little Jing sister."
Zhi’er placed the brush in his hand, her voice soft like milk: "Brother Wuxi, quickly fill in the tiger’s eyes. The teacher will come to check soon!"
Only then did Fang Wushen hurriedly start moving the brush.
After a while, Ma Fuzi, noticing the hour was about right, collected the tiger paintings created collaboratively by everyone.
As per usual, he would select the three best pieces and put them on the wall for everyone to admire.
However, six paintings were submitted.
Ma Fuzi selected three, among which, surprisingly, Zhi’er and Fang Wushen’s work was not included.
Fang Wushen immediately stood up, frowning: "Teacher, can’t you appreciate the tiger that my sister Jing and I drew?"
Look at what Ma Fuzi selected; what kind of drawings are those?
Are they even tigers?
With those sickly eyes, or that short tail, one might believe they’re cats!
More absurdly, two of them don’t even look like cats, they look like pigs!
Even so, Ma Fuzi had praised these several drawings for quite a while just now.
And the tiger drawn by Zhi’er and Fang Wushen should be the best and the most realistic among them.
Ma Fuzi looked at Fang Wushen, aware he was the son of General Fang.
His face was full of flattering smiles.
"Second Young Master Fang, don’t be upset, I also looked at your and Miss Jing’s painting just now."
"Although the drawing is lifelike, it’s not realistic enough."
After saying that, Ma Fuzi held up their picture, deliberately showing it to everyone.
"Tigers are creatures living in the mountains, how can they walk on clouds!"
Immediately, low mocking laughter of agreement rose from the students in the classroom.
Zhi’er blinked her round dark eyes, casting a slightly pitying look at Ma Fuzi.
An adult who is so limited in vision.
Fang Wushen, however, had a fiery temper.
"The requirement was to draw a tiger, so what’s wrong if we drew a tiger soaring on clouds?"
"As long as the tiger’s spirit is captured, isn’t that enough? Why say it’s not realistic?"
"What if such a tiger really exists in the world, but you just haven’t seen it?"
Ma Fuzi felt that as a teacher, he wasn’t being respected!
His face immediately turned gloomy, stiffening.
"Second Young Master Fang! The books say, respect teachers and value their teachings, haven’t you forgotten?"