Lu Xinghe was unconvinced by that. He immediately said with righteous indignation,
"Teacher, I can keep up with the lessons and understand them. Isn't this a waste of time?"
Zhang Ping remained perfectly calm. His reasoning was impossible to refute. "That's why I don't force you to stay when I'm using your class time. If you think you've already mastered the material, you're free to do something else."
After hearing Zhang Ping's explanation, Lu Xinghe picked up his art supplies and walked out of the classroom without looking back.
But after he'd been outside for a while, he realized that no one else had followed him out. Going off alone didn't feel quite right; it made him look like a troublemaker who was deliberately causing a scene.
So Lu Xinghe leaned back into the classroom, poked his head in, and asked, "Wang Yue, Geng Geng, aren't you two going to find the art teacher? You need to learn composition for photography, too, don't you?"
When Wang Yue didn't want to study, he would simply sit quietly and study on his own while the teacher lectured. He'd never considered walking out just to be different.
So Wang Yue didn't even respond to Lu Xinghe. Instead, he kept reading a book about directing.
After all, Geng Geng had been Lu Xinghe's classmate. She couldn't very well ignore him, so she replied awkwardly, "Lu Xinghe, even though I'm planning to take the arts entrance exam, I still need good grades. Go on and do your own thing."
Lu Xinghe was at a loss for words. He could only leave, dejected.
Zhang Ping was quite pleased with Geng Geng's response. He opened his lesson plan, then asked the class before beginning, "When I come in to help you catch up, anyone who wants to