After listening to the resumes of the two contestants, Qiu Qiu stared blankly at the audience, trying to struggle: "Also... Is there anyone else who wants to sign up?"
She is not good at combating the enthusiasm of her classmates, and she cried out in her heart: Can some normal people come? !
Xu Sheng sat still the whole time.
Xu Sheng, a former blackboard player who was banned from the competition, really didn't want to participate. If he did, the other classes would be completely useless. There are a lot of people in the Jiaxing office who want to participate, and he doesn't want to compete with them for places, but when he hears the lineup of the seventh class blackboard newspaper team, he is inevitably shocked.
He couldn't fall asleep anymore. He looked down at the screen of his mobile phone and received a friend invitation from Zhang Feng.
Xu Sheng covered his face with a book and reported to his boyfriend in advance: "I'm playing a game with Zhang Feng."
Shao Zhan: "Hit, ask me what I'm doing."
Xu Sheng laughed. He shrunk in the corner, sitting or not, thinking that he had reduced his sense of existence, but he still attracted attention: "Report, I'm afraid you will be jealous."
Shao Zhan: "If I tell you not to let you stop fighting?"
Xu Sheng: "...Then I'll beg you."
S: I'll just play one game.
Zhang Feng hasn't played games with Xu Sheng for more than two months: what are you doing recently
Talking about this, Xu Sheng has something to say.
S: I've been busy studying with me at the same table recently.
Zhang Feng: ?
Xu Sheng said in a completely different tone from before: You should also study hard, there is not much time before the college entrance examination, you can take me as your goal and study hard.
Qiu Qiu was on the stage, and her eyes swept across the stage. She had a general understanding of the seventh class, and she really couldn't find a suitable candidate. Her eyes were not consciously attracted. In fact, the two masters in the back row were indeed difficult. It was ignored—so she saw Xu Sheng playing games, the boy lowered his head, his broken hair fell in front of his eyes, when he was playing with his mobile phone, he leaned back slightly, the chair was tilted back, in a very arrogant posture, and he pretended to set up a book on the table Book.
The young man sitting next to Xu Sheng was writing questions, as if he was pulling him, and stretched out his hand to support the book before it fell down.
Qiu Qiu retracted his gaze and could only resign Tan Kai and Yuan Ziqiang's name on the registration form.
After Qiu Qiu finished writing, his eyes darkened, and he felt that the second and seventh class of their high school were definitely finished this time.
The blackboard competition will take a week to prepare, and the selection will be held on Friday next week. The topic is very simple, and they are encouraged to be positive and set two words: "catch the stars".
The number of classmates in the corridor has increased visibly to the naked eye, and they are dangling in the corridor every time between classes. They are all second-year high school students who are trying to make waves in their boring lives.
Hou Jun leaned over and said, "If you see that group of people, they are all blackboard spies."
Xu Sheng: "?" There's still a spy here
Hou Jun explained: "I'm responsible for coming over to see how other classes are designed, and then going back to improve the board newspaper of my class. This is the case every year, and the desire to win or lose is particularly strong."
Xu Sheng couldn't quite understand. Have the students of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School been so idle
Qiu Qiu didn't have time to worry about what the other classes would look like. She did the pre-layout design and planned to draw a starry sky: "The starry sky is above, and then there is a row of people below. It feels like stretching out your hand, understand? Can you feel it?"
Tan Kaizheng, the third prize winner of kindergarten crayon painting, nodded: "I can probably feel it."
Qiu Qiu didn't quite believe it, but the matter had come to this point, it could only be handed over to Tan Kai.
Tan Kai is very confident: "Don't worry, leave it to me, no problem!"
The blackboard report has to wait for the background to be painted before writing on it. The manuscript was written by a writer, and the writer's poetry flourished. He has already conceived no less than three poems.
Xu Sheng said that he would not participate. After all, the seat was very close to the blackboard at the back, so it was difficult to ignore it. Sometimes there were not enough empty seats, so he took the initiative to get up and said, "Step on me."
Qiu Qiu: "Thank you, Brother Sheng, where are you sitting?"
"I'll just sit on the table." Xu Sheng can sit anywhere. During the lunch break, he sits directly on the desk and writes questions, and he says to them, "You guys use it first."
The progress of the blackboard report was slow. Qiu Qiu was full of energy. She had a very good control over the design and thinking of the blackboard report. However, her teammates did not live up to their expectations, which made her realize what a skinny reality is: "… "
The day before the selection of the blackboard newspaper, Qiu Qiu's mentality completely collapsed.
During the evening self-study, Qiu Qiu went to the office, and after returning, he lay on the table and did not move. Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan came back from the office, and when they passed Qiu Qiu's seat, Xu Sheng habitually wanted to tease her: "Sister Qiu, have you finished your homework, lend me a copy?"
Qiu Qiu didn't speak, his shoulders shrugged slightly.
"..." Xu Sheng withdrew his hand, "Crying?"
Qiu Qiu's deskmate was a girl with glasses, she whispered, "Just now when we came back from the teacher's office, I heard someone in the corridor discussing the blackboard newspaper of our class, talking a little too much. Qiu Qiu was in a hurry, so it's just like this when he came back. now…”
Shao Zhan has nothing to do with girls crying: "Don't look at me."
Xu Sheng is good at it. He patted Qiu Qiu lightly on the head: "Sister Qiu, I think our class's blackboard can report it—" He has been taking exams for the past two days, and Xu Sheng has not paid attention to it for a few days. Glancing at him, he swallowed the word "okay".
is not very good.
Tan Kai perfectly demonstrated his level of the third prize in kindergarten, turning the starry sky into a large piece of colorful polka dots, not to mention the row of people below.
If their class really takes this thing to participate, don't think about it, it will definitely be at the bottom.
Xu Sheng added: "Although it's not satisfactory, the overall feeling is still very... The eyes are bright, this wave is novel and unique, whoever doesn't have eyes said, I and your brother Zhan will beat him."
Shao Zhan rarely refuted.
Someone came to comfort him, but Qiu Qiu's shoulders trembled even more.
She has a heavy sense of responsibility and has tried her best to organize this event, but when she hears others say that about her class, she always feels that she is not doing well, which increases her mental burden.
Qiu Qiu was about to wipe away her tears and say, "I'm fine," when she heard some movement on the side, and then felt that the paper that was originally under her arm was pulled out.
She thought about it before she remembered that the piece of paper was an application form.
Qiu Qiu was stunned for a while. He was still lying on his stomach. Looking through the gap between his arms, he saw a hand. The teenager had slender fingers, holding a pen and filling in two strokes on the registration form.
The handwriting was scribbled as always, and it looked very casual, as if it didn't take it seriously at all.
There are two more words in the registration column: Xu Sheng.
Xu Sheng put down his pen. The temperature of the air conditioner in the office was high, and the school uniform jacket was open. He said, "I'll come."
Qiu Qiu had no idea that the one standing in front of her was the Blackboard Demon King who had a 100% record in junior high school and was suspended for one year. She even forgot to cry: "...Are you kidding me?"
"… "
What can I say, I'm actually pretty good.
"I'll try it again." This was too much trouble to explain. In the end, Xu Sheng just said, "I've been out before and have experience."
Although Xu Sheng has achieved good grades now and rarely does things unrelated to his studies in class, he has never heard of him drawing.
Qiu Qiu didn't know whether to let him change it or not, but in the end it was Qiu Qiu's deskmate who reassured her: "Qiu Qiu, it's the last place to change it or not, it won't make any difference. "
Qiu Qiu: "..." Your words are cruel, but true.
The situation has reached the worst point, and it can't go down any further.
As a temporary rescuer for Xu Sheng, everyone had little hope for him. After the evening self-study ended, everyone returned to the dormitory one after another. Qiu Qiu originally wanted to stay and help, but Xu Sheng said there was no need for her to go back and think about winning the prize. In his reflection, he and Shao Zhan were the only people left in the class. There is also a pile of leftover painting tools and used gouache paint.
The teaching building after the evening self-study was very quiet. Except for Class 7, the lights in other classrooms were turned off, and it was already dark outside.
Shao Zhan knows his level and is not worried: "How long will it take to change."
Xu Sheng directly moved a desk over there so that he could draw while standing. He squatted on the desk and rummaged through the paint and wet rag at hand: "The base color is finished, and the part to be changed can be wiped off with a rag. A simple change should take two or three hours.”
The most time-consuming work was to paint the background color. The entire blackboard had to be painted black, and the "waves" of Tan Kai were wiped off. It didn't take too much time to paint the starry sky.
Shao Zhan stayed in the classroom and waited for him. After finishing two sets of questions, he saw Xu Sheng take off his coat.
The young man was standing on the desk. From his perspective, his legs were stretched very long. The original blackboard newspaper had a horrible style. The original figures standing under the night sky were in a neat row. Standing, the broken stars reflected from the night sky, gathered into a dazzling galaxy, and flowed into the hands of everyone.
The people below did not originally design shadows, but there was no way to refine them one by one, and there was no time, so Xu Sheng directly used large pieces of color to pile up splendid silhouettes, and the color impact was extremely strong.
It's hard to imagine that this is something that was changed in more than two hours.
As soon as Xu Sheng took the paintbrush, it was easy to forget about other things. When he regained his senses, he realized that Shao Zhan had packed up his things and waited for him on the back seat for a long time: "What time is it?"
"It's almost twelve o'clock."
Xu Sheng didn't realize that time passed so quickly, he put down the tube of paint in his hand: "It's almost there."
Shao Zhan handed him the coat he took off: "Put it on, come down."
Xu Sheng was jumping up and down just now, and it was inconvenient to move around in his coat, so he honestly reached out and put on the coat.
After Xu Sheng put on his coat, he squatted down and squatted on the desk stained with colorful paint. The stars just reflected in the sky behind him. He wanted to ask "Is there anything else that needs to be changed?" "Brother, do you want to do something bad?"
Usually there are always people in the classroom, and if I really want to do something in the classroom, I can't get the chance.
At this moment, the classroom was empty and the subject was still beside him. Xu Sheng licked his lower lip and said, "For example, a kiss or something."
Shao Zhan's mind moved slightly, Xu Sheng still had a paintbrush in his hand, and just raised his head to look at him, the boy pressed down with a refreshing kiss. Xu Sheng released his hand, and the brush fell straight on the table.