Anya imagined an entire dramatic scene in her head:
Classmate A (sinisterly): "How did you know our solutions and answers?"
Classmate B (with an ugly sneer): "You're a monster."
Classmate C (baring their teeth): "You're a monster! Come on, let's burn her to death!"
Anya looked helplessly at the classmates around her, her eyes swimming with tears. "Anya... Anya isn't... Anya..."
Anya stammered, unsure how to explain herself, and could only passively endure their nonsense.
At the thought, Anya's little hand trembled around her pencil. Her head slowly drooped, her expression darkened, and her spirits visibly sank.
Twilight noticed Anya's low spirits in an instant and couldn't help wondering whether he had been too strict with her.
Without motivation, she won't be able to focus on studying, and she won't learn efficiently either. A change of pace matters too. High test scores aren't the only way to earn stars. Art, music, sports, and outstanding contributions to society all count.
Twilight nodded, ready to nurture Anya's artistic side. "All right! Why don't we draw together next?"
Twilight slapped his thigh, fetched some drawing paper, and spread it across the coffee table.
Anya really preferred other activities to studying.
When she heard she could draw, her eyes began to light up.
Two minutes later, a rather abstract drawing appeared before Twilight.
Committed to encouragement-based teaching, Twilight slapped his thigh. "How impressive! You really captured this dog's spirit."
Anya looked up. The light reflected in her green eyes, making them look like two whole, glowing emeralds.
She looked at Twilight and gently shook her head, a little displeased. "No, Father."
Twilight kept guessing. "Hmm... is it a cat?"
Anya shook her head again, and Twilight tried another guess. "Could it be a pig?"
A monkey...
Twilight made three or four guesses in a