That afternoon, when a few athletic students came over for training, they all caught sight of the sketchbook in He Wenjie's hands and exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher, did you draw this?"
"I did. What, physical education teachers aren't allowed to draw?"
"No, it's just... we feel like you're getting more and more amazing, Teacher He. Is there anything you actually can't do?"
"Cut the chatter and get stretching right now. One more word out of you lot and I'm adding two extra laps for everyone." He Wenjie gave each of the boys a gentle kick and sent them scattering.
The next day at work, the art teacher who had lent him the sketchbook asked, "Teacher He, were those sketches in that notebook yours?"
"Oh, I was just messing around yesterday because I had some free time. Care to give me a critique?"
"Teacher He, you're not leaving us any room to survive here. If the principal finds out that the PE teacher at Elite High School has better drawing skills than the art teachers, won't we all be out of a job? I've never heard you mention you studied art."
"I studied it for a bit, though I'm not professionally trained. Learned from a friend."
"All right, stop being so modest. I've been studying art professionally since I was a kid, and I probably couldn't draw as well as you. Sometimes raw talent is just too infuriating. By the way, Teacher He, what's your specialty?"
"I've got two oil paintings at home that I finished not long ago. I'll bring them over sometime for you to give me some p…
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