At the beginning of the calligraphy contest, the school specially sent a car for Lu Nianzhen and Bai Qingyu to participate in the Education Bureau.
This calligraphy competition is divided into adult group, juvenile group and children group. Two representatives of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School are in the juvenile group.
Because Song Qingyu didn't pay much attention to the competition, she just took the backpack she had prepared the night before and went out just when the time was up.
However, when I arrived at the Education Bureau and stood on the stage, I took my things out and prepared to write...
"Bai Qingyu, what's the matter with you!" After the grade director put Lu Nianzhen and Song Qingyu on stage, he has been paying attention to the two on stage nervously.
Then it has been five minutes since the start of the game, and Song Qingyu was still there, so how could he not be anxious!
When Song Qingyu opened his toolkit, he was also dumbfounded.
Two of the brushes are bald, and they shed their hair after being stained with ink, making it impossible to write.
The ink cartridge is filled with water, and the color is too light to see the ink!
Song Qingyu's eyes flashed, she already thought of something, she immediately took out the pen and opened it, as expected, the tip of the pen was broken!
Lu Nianzhen, who was assigned to the position next to Song Qingyu, also found out that there was something wrong with her, and asked, "Bai Qingyu, what's wrong?"
"My tool kit was dropped!" Song Qingyu frowned, no need to guess, this was not done by Qiu Fenglan, or Bai Qinghe!
However, the problem is that even if she knows who did it, there is no way to change the fact that everything is damaged!
Lu Nianzhen could see it too. He was about to speak. Who knew that the judges on the tour had come over: "What's the matter with you? The game has already started. Don't whisper!"
Being stared at, Lu Nianzhen couldn't help but gave Song Qingyu a self-seeking look.
"What's the matter with you, I haven't written a word in five minutes!" The judges looked at Song Qingyu's white rice paper and felt that this student was too serious: "How could Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School send such a person? I remember The calligraphy of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is still good!"
When the grade director heard that this nature had risen to the entire school, he was almost mad: "Bai Qingyu what the hell is going on with you!"
At this time, the judges have already seen something wrong with Song Qing's words: "A person who came to participate in the calligraphy competition, the brushes were all broken and the pens were broken. You did not respect the competition at all! In that case, you should be treated. Drive out of the arena!"
He first lost his temper at Song Qingyu, and then confronted the grade director: "Mr. Jiang, are all the students in your school like this?"
"Sorry, Bai Qingyu writes very beautifully. I didn't expect to be so scribbled. I will take her away!" The grade director felt embarrassed and lost her home!
He angrily stepped onto the stage, ready to take Song Qingyu away!
Song Qingyu suddenly said, "Teacher, shouldn't the organizing committee have spare stationery? I have a deviation here. It is true that I went out in the morning and didn't check it. I made a mistake! I applied for a set of tools, okay? "
Everyone looked at her and saw a tall and sturdy girl standing in front of several teachers, confessing her mistakes without being humble or overbearing, and came up with a solution to the problem.
She didn't panic at all, she looked particularly calm.
The organizing committee should indeed prepare the equipment for the competition, and it is understandable to take out spare parts for the contestants.
But this girl is not like a sixteen-year-old girl in season!
Lu Nianzhen glanced at Song Qingyu, with some appreciation in his eyes. After thinking about it, he took the initiative to say: "Report to the teacher that I have extra stationery. Bai Qingyu and I belong to the same school. My classmates should help each other. I am willing to lend her!"
Such a statement makes it difficult for the judges to ride a tiger.
It is impossible for them to not allow each other to help each other and set a bad example for their children, so several judges discussed with each other and had no choice but to say: "Okay, then agree, but no more problems are allowed. If there are any more problems, Jiang Chengyi China collectively disqualified the competition!"
Song Qingyu looked at Lu Nianzhen gratefully, but Lu Nianzhen went back to write his own words seriously.
The crowd dispersed, Song Qingyu lowered her head and began to write. She was delayed for nearly ten minutes, but at the same time she handed in the final work with Lu Nianzhen.
After getting off the field, Song Qingyu met the elongated face of the grade director.
"Song Qingyu, do you know your performance is terrible!"
The result of the calligraphy contest was released a week later. Although Song Qingyu's characters were indeed pretty, but the judges had a bad impression, and the result was afraid that they would be discounted.
Song Qingyu didn't care, returned to school from the Education Bureau, listened to the muttering of the grade director all the way, and then calmly returned to his class.
There is only one thing Song Qingyu is worried about. After the calligraphy contest is over, she loses 40 minutes of exercise time every day. Where can she make up for it
At exactly this time, Song Qingyu received the notice of the re-election of the model competition in half a month!
She looked down at her figure, which was still one hundred and fifty pounds, and couldn't help laughing.
In half a month, if she loses weight in one fell swoop, I'm afraid she won't be able to lay a solid foundation!
So, should we give up this opportunity, or maintain a healthy body and gradually wait for the next opportunity
Still worrying about this, Song Qingyu returned to Bai's house, and the "fat-enhancing" recipe was restored on the table during dinner!
"Come, come, Qing Yu really worked too hard some time ago, you look hungry and thin. I always feel unsure when I see you lose weight. Come on, eat more!" Qiu Fenglan desperately gave Song Qing After a short while, the bowl was piled up into small hills.
Bai Qinghe raised his eyes, looked at Song Qingyu, and said enthusiastically: "Yes, sister, not only I think, many people in our class think you are thinner. This is not good!"
Song Qingyu looked at the mother and daughter slightly mockingly.
Their purpose is to make her fat, and of course they are not practical when she loses weight! However, she didn't play tricks with them, but turned her head to look at Bai Jianrong: "Dad, do you think you look as thin as your sister, or as fat as me?"
Of course Bai Jianrong doesn’t think fat looks good: “Of course it’s thin! Qing Yu, my father wanted to say you are going to lose weight before, but he was afraid of hurting your self-esteem. But now that you have this kind of consciousness, then take it seriously. Do this well, don't go fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, and don't ruin your body at the same time."
"Yes, I have read a lot of books recently, and they all say that obesity is a disease. Whether it is ugly or not is second, the most important thing is that it will cause many other diseases!
Song Qingyu took the end of the sentence and looked at Qiu Fenglan: "Mom, you don't really have to worry about whether I will gain weight in the future, so you have to give me these fats to eat. In my opinion, Qinghe is only nine meters seven meters tall. She only needs to make up for a dozen catties."