Chapter 92

In the afternoon, Little i Class finally welcomed the first class after enrollment - hand-made clay figures.

Ji Ruochu originally thought that this "clay" should be replaced by plasticine, but it turned out to be the real thing without any pretense.

Fresh clay and water, mixed on site.

Then let the children wear protective clothing and gloves, and go play!

As a result, the children naturally went crazy.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the special pottery teacher entered the classroom.

Each child was also placed in front of a potter's wheel, which did not spin fast, apparently taking into account the reaction speed of young children.

"Little friends, this class, let's learn how to make ceramics. You can decide whether you want to make cups for daily drinking or something more difficult..."

As the teacher spoke slowly, the children all entered a state of serious learning.

The movements of the pottery teacher were very slow, and the children watched with gusto.

After watching the teacher's basic demonstration once and listening to some precautions,

the assistant teachers gave each student a tablet with instructional videos of various pottery models.

"You can make according to the model you like. The specific steps have been recorded for everyone by the teacher."

That means this is the only arrangement for the afternoon.

There was more thought in Ji Ruochu's eyes. Obviously, this class was not a simple handicraft play class.

Its main purpose was to examine the children's learning ability while cultivating their persevering character.

After all, to make decent ceramic works after the initial fun,

not only carefulness and patience are needed, but also the quality to adjust in time and try again after failures. And the models chosen by the children would be the final assessment score.

"Everyone should work hard. After class, the teacher will take what you have made into finished products and display them at the back of our classroom."

Sure enough.

Ji Ruochu, whose guess was verified, immediately began to choose the difficulty level of the model she would make today.

Of course, before determining the final model, the mastery of this potter's wheel was also very important.

So while all the little friends were enthusiastically looking for videos they wanted to make, Ji Ruochu was very carefully doing the basic centering work that the teacher had taught.

Seeing this, the teachers next to each other glanced at each other instantly, once again marveling at the steadiness and rationality of this little girl's work.

Of course, the performance of the other children was also very prominent. After determining the work they wanted to complete, they all concentrated on getting started.

...

Time passed second by second, and by the time Ji Ruochu was finally about to get started officially, several children had already finished.

Ji Ruochu took a look. Most of them were relatively simple cup shapes, only different in size.

The only more difficult one was a big belly cup. After all, they were children only a few years old, and it was already good to have this finished product.

But Ji Ruochu was different. She was determined to be the number one girl in Class i, so she naturally had no guilt about bullying the weak at this time.

After looking around, she directly chose the medium-high difficulty slender-necked big belly bottle.

Of course, she was also very clear about herself, and it was impossible to achieve the quality of a craftsman. As long as it was barely passable, it would be fine.

By the time she finally pinched out a teapot embryo, only her and Little Chubby Dun were left in the class, and the other children had gone out to play.

"Wow! Sister Ji Ruochu is so awesome!" The familiar voice came from outside the classroom.

Ji Ruochu looked up and saw Jiang Zhi's little head poking in through the window, and Fang Zhiyuan was also standing next to him, leaning against the window.

Ji Ruochu: ...You guys are watching like you're here to visit a prisoner.

At this time, Little Chubby Dun, who was not far from Ji Ruochu, also finished. Hearing the sound, Ji Ruochu turned her head and saw that this Little Chubby Dun had also chosen the same as her.

Of course, in appearance, Ji Ruochu was still slightly better.

Little Chubby Dun also realized this after turning around happily to hand in his work to the teacher. His little mouth pouted immediately.

There were only ten little friends in Class i, and the handicraft classroom was also very spacious. So when Little Chubby Dun walked from the fifth row to the classroom door, passing the third row where Ji Ruochu was,

although the aisle was huge, he still managed to bump into Ji Ruochu's small table.

So the long-necked big belly bottle, which was still very stylish just now, was directly distorted by his bump.

When Ji Ruochu slowly raised her eyes, she saw that not only was there no apology on Little Chubby Dun's face, he even looked very smug.

As if saying: No one can do better than me!

Ji Ruochu's fists tightened instantly. This naughty kid!

"What's wrong?"

The teacher who was about to take Little Chubby Dun's work to bake saw this and immediately put down the ceramics in his hand and walked towards the two children.

"Teacher! He deliberately bumped into Sister Ji Ruochu just now!"

Jiang Zhi at the window had already testified. Fang Zhiyuan next to him also nodded. They saw it very clearly!

"I didn't!" Qi Yibin reflexively denied.

Ji Ruochu...slowly took a step back, her expression very calm, and there was even a smile in her eyes.

Seeing this, Little Chubby Dun, who had been very cocky, suddenly felt a little scared for some reason, but still stubbornly said:

"It was clearly you who shook your hand and broke it yourself. If you can't do it well, just do it again. What are you looking at me for!"

Ji Ruochu, who was watching his performance quietly: ...Very good, the conflict has begun!

So the moment the teacher approached, Ji Ruochu rushed to the podium in a swoosh, and before everyone could react, her fair little hand reached out and--

Snapped Little Chubby Dun's just completed pottery work in two.

"Look, now I'm the one who shook my hand."

The little one said calmly, casually throwing the broken slender bottle mouth onto the table.

"You--"

"If it's broken then do it again. What are you looking at me for!"

The little milk baby threw Little Chubby Dun's previous words back at him as if it was a matter of course.

The dumbfounded teacher: ......

So three seconds later, the classroom welcomed Little Chubby Dun's earth-shattering cry