Bei Feng's children's drawing classroom went smoothly.
She was really good at drawing. Even if she was not at the level of an artist, she was at least an outstanding painter. More importantly, she had absolutely no intention of doing it half-heartedly when it came to teaching children how to draw. Instead, she took it 120% seriously and did it meticulously.
She was not like those so-called "children's drawings" scammers on Earth, who made some simple drawings for the children to copy. Instead, she taught from the basic aspects of drawing — structure, lines, colors, layouts, and so on.
And the first lesson she taught was "sketching squares".
The so-called sketching referred to using pure black to draw things. Powerful painters, such as Sui Xiong, only needed a pencil to draw pictures that could make the readers clearly feel the power, speed, temperature, and even emotion. Ordinary hobbyists could at least draw something that was not too complicated, so that the readers would know, "Oh, it's this."
Bei Feng was talking about the simplest part of sketching, drawing a square.
She placed a square piece of wood on a plate and taught the children how to draw it "like".
This was easy to say, but not easy to do. Bei Feng practically taught them step by step. After teaching for almost a week, only four or five children managed to draw something that looked like it was not something else.
These children were either relatively talented or had a certain foundation. In general, they could be nurtured.
As for the other children, they were far from being good enough. The worst ones even had a distorted and messy basic frame. There was no way to tell what they were.
If it was a hot-tempered teacher, she would probably have kicked them out of the classroom. But Bei Feng did not do so. She displayed a patience that even Wood was amazed by. She divided the children into three groups according to their progress and taught them specifically.
Needless to say, the children who progressed quickly were not a problem. Only the ones who progressed slowly required a shocking amount of time and energy.
In Bei Feng's drawing classroom, there were no lazy people on Earth who did not work hard and did not work hard. There were also no naughty children who not only did not work hard but also caused trouble for others. Every child who came to learn painting was very serious and diligent. After returning home, they would also practice hard — this could be seen from the rapid progress of the children.
As for the children who progressed slowly, they had neither the foundation nor the talent. The reason why their drawings did not look good was because they could not construct the "shape" in their minds. That was why their drawings were so messy.
Basic skills such as horizontal lines, vertical lines, and circular arcs could be mastered through hard work, but how to construct them in one's mind was definitely not something that could be explained in a single sentence.
Back then, when Bei Feng was learning how to paint, her teacher had never taught her how to teach others how to master this kind of ability. Those who did not have this kind of talent were not suited to be artists at all.
But she was unwilling. She hoped that she could do things well, so as to establish her position in Pyroxene City.
The social status of an ordinary teacher and a respectable teacher were completely different!
For a spy, if he could become a respected teacher, that would be the best disguise.
Of course, if he could become a high-ranking official of a country, his disguise would be even better. But this kind of thing could only be encountered by chance. Even Wood could not do it, so Bei Feng did not think that she could do it.
However, to become a respected teacher, it meant that she had to put in more effort than to be an ordinary teacher.
More time, more energy, and more painstaking effort.
Seeing that she was working so hard, Wood advised her not to be too stubborn. After all, the identity of a teacher was just a disguise. If this identity was too good, it might cause unexpected trouble.
"Look at me. At first, I just wanted to be a carpenter. Later, Felix saw my wood carving, so I became a wood carver. Then I became an artist, and now I'm a great artist … "Wood sighed with a wry smile." Do you think I can still be a good spy in my current situation? "
Bei Feng looked at him calmly and shook her head.
"Yes, you can't." Wood sighed. "The best cover for a spy is not an outstanding identity, but the feeling of obscurity. If I was just an ordinary carpenter, I might be even better at espionage. "
Bei Feng furrowed her brows slightly. She knew that Wood's words made sense, even if it was different from what was taught in the spy training classes.
"When we were undergoing training, the instructor said that 'a good identity is the best cover'. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that. But while a good identity can be used as a cover, it also requires more time and energy to manage. At the same time, it requires a greater social responsibility." Wood said. "Our intelligence station is not the type that has enough manpower. With just the two of us, how much do you think we can do?"
Bei Feng thought for a moment and nodded.
"You're right. You've already spent too much time on wood carving. If I also spend too much time on art education, the work of intelligence gathering will indeed be greatly affected."
And so, she fell ill, and quite seriously ill. According to the doctor, it was due to overwork.
"You've worked too hard during this period. You need to rest for a few days." The doctor from New Oriental Comprehensive Technical School diagnosed Bei Feng's illness with a simple diagnosis. "It's not difficult to recover from this illness, but remember not to work too hard in the future. For a situation like yours, if you keep working like this over and over again, it will easily accumulate into a serious illness. When that time comes … it will be really troublesome! "
After the news spread, the parents of the slower children all came to Bei Feng's door, saying that they wanted their children to drop out of school and stop learning how to draw. Even the parents of the slower children also came to discuss this matter.
"Why?" Bei Feng asked curiously. "Although their progress is slower, they are very diligent in learning!"
But she was just putting on a show. Wasn't it for this reason that she had specially used a secret drug to make herself fall ill from overwork?
A few days later, Bei Feng recovered from her illness. By then, there were only about half of the students left in her drawing classroom.
(This was already enough.)
Looking at the twenty or so children, Bei Feng sighed. But in his heart, he was secretly smiling.
Without the burden of those children who lacked talent, Bei Feng's teaching became much easier. In just two to three months, the faster children had almost completed the 'Simple Still Life' class. It was time to bring them outside to learn about colors and drawing.
This was also the main reason why she had set up this drawing classroom. With this group of children as cover, she could spy on certain places and draw some pictures without arousing suspicion.
Anyone who saw a person sitting there and drawing would be suspicious. But when the drawing teacher took a group of children to draw, even the most vigilant person would not suspect anything.
A few days later, she tried to take action again. This time, they went to the south gate of Pyroxene City. Of course, the painting was also the south gate.
The walls and gates of Pyroxene City were designed by Sui Xiong. He adopted the architectural style of ancient China. The walls and gates were extremely thick. With the existence of the barbican, the structure was not complicated, but it gave people a convincing sense of security.
A group of children who had just learned to draw for a few months, of course, could not draw the city gate very well, so Bei Feng drew a demonstration picture for them.
This demonstration picture was a sketch technique. Because the description of light and shadow was relatively omitted, there were still shortcomings when looking at it carefully. But for the children, it was already an excellent example.
Sui Xiong, who was hidden in the air, looked at the painting and shook his head, saying, "This level is not good."
With his ability, there were probably only a few painters in the world who were qualified to make him nod and say, "This painting level is not good." Most of them were concentrated in the Divine Kingdom of the God of Literature and Art …
In fact, Sui Xiong and the God of Literature and Art often exchanged painting techniques, and both of them had gained a lot. The God of Literature and Art even directly said, "Your understanding and attainments in the art of painting are fully qualified for this priesthood."
Sui Xiong had no objection to becoming the "God of Painting". On the contrary, he felt very honored — for a person who loved painting, it was of course a very glorious thing to be able to become the God of Painting.
But he was no longer a simple painter. Now he was the leader of a large force, shouldering the rise and fall of a church and a country. His core ideal was no longer the same as before he crossed over, where he only wanted to be a good painter, then make some money and live a stable life. Now, he wanted to lead these people who believed in him and worshiped him to move forward together, to build their home better. He also wanted to promote the progress of this society, to change those unreasonable and unfair phenomena, to make this society more lively, to let the majority of people live and work in peace, to pursue their own ideals.
This was a long-term goal, for which it required countless time and energy, and he needed to pay a lot. So although he was once tempted, he finally refused the proposal of the God of Literature and Art and did not choose to become the God of Painting.
"I want to be the God of Development and Progress," he said. He said, "Painting is my hobby. My dream is to promote the development and progress of this world!"
"What's wrong with turning your hobby into a priesthood?" the God of Literature and Art asked. "Most gods are like this."
"Perhaps, but compared to ideals, hobbies are not so important," Sui Xiong said with a smile. "This is the relationship between the primary goal and the secondary goal. I can't mix up the primary and secondary goals."
The God of Literature and Art was silent for a while, then asked, "Have you ever thought about how much resistance you will encounter if you really want to promote the development and progress of the whole world — or at least the whole Main Plane?"
"I have thought about it," Sui Xiong said with a smile. Sui Xiong said with a smile, "Progress is not something that you talk about. You have to do it with your hands. In the process, there will inevitably be blood and fire, and there will inevitably be swords and blades … I have long been mentally prepared for this. "
"Even if you make an enemy of the whole world?"
"It won't come to that."
However, not long after that conversation, a great war broke out in which the evil gods besieged the "shelter" of the Void Mask God Kingdom.
At that time, Sui Xiong did not think there was anything wrong with it. Anyway, destroying evil was never a bad thing. But this time, there were many good gods among his enemies, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Maybe … I really should have chosen to become the God of Painting …" Thinking of that discussion, he could not help but say to himself.
In fact, he was just saying it.
If he wanted to become the God of Painting, he could do it at any time, even now.
But his ideal was not here, so he would not make this choice.
Just like Bei Feng, she could have been a pure painting teacher and become a respectable person, but she chose to be a spy.
Just like Wood, he was already a respectable great artist. As long as he had a reason, the Republic of Northwest would give him strong protection, and no one could use his past career as a spy to attack him.
But he still insisted on his identity as a spy, and insisted on his loyalty to the Mifata Federation.
Even if this would hurt the people who had cared for him over the years, he would not hesitate!
Bei Feng's painting classroom was progressing smoothly. After more than half a year, the people of Pyroxene City had completely adapted to her existence, and they were also used to her taking a group of children with her from time to time to go around and paint.
Not only that, she often posted their paintings outside the painting classroom for people to see.
From those works, one could clearly see the progress of the children. Their painting skills were still immature, but they were gradually becoming better. Even those who did not understand art could feel that they were indeed painting better and better.
This gave Bei Feng more support, and even her request to paint "Miners Off Duty" was approved by Mr. Reif Kavat.
Of course, Reif would not let her take the children to the underground mine to paint. It was too dangerous. He just set a time for Bei Feng to take the children to observe the situation of the miners when they got off work.
However, this was already a huge improvement.
Before this, not even a spy could sneak into the vicinity of the negative energy crystal mine, let alone come to the vicinity of the mine and observe the miners at close range.
When Bei Feng sent this information back, he was praised by the intelligence agency of the Mifata Federation.
"Finally, there is a decent piece of information!" The head of intelligence looked at the information with pictures and said with a smile, "Sending someone to take over the work of number 97 is really a good idea!"
"Indeed, but I still suggest that the matter of eliminating Wood … should we postpone it?" His deputy advised, "At least until now, Wood has not hindered Bei Feng's work in any way. On the contrary, he has helped a lot."
The head of intelligence thought for a moment and nodded.
"What you said makes sense. Whether he betrayed us or not, the fact that he was able to send this information back shows that at least he has not completely gone to the opposite side of us. There is indeed no need to rush to eliminate him now. "
After a discussion, they decided to let the intelligence personnel send an order to postpone the action of eliminating Wood.
As for the channel through which the order was transmitted, of course, it would not be as exaggerated as directly using the transmission array.
Anyway, during this period of time, Bei Feng and Wood had been getting along very well, so there was no need to worry too much.
However, even they themselves did not expect that while this order was still on the way, Bei Feng had already taken action …
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