Lin Yuan became a celebrity in the painting club, and students who specialized in sketching regarded Lin Yuan as a spiritual idol.
But this still didn't have much impact on him.
Qinzhou Art Institute is the largest art school in the continent. It has countless students in various departments and there are too many celebrities of all kinds.
If he is not an important person closely related to the matter, who would remember him
The following days.
Lin Yuan's life goes on as usual.
That morning, Lin Yuan opened his eyes and found that it was raining heavily outside.
He couldn't help but frown. It was really inconvenient to go out in such heavy rain, and he had a full schedule of classes this morning.
At this time, the phone rang.
The call was from Sun Yaohuo.
His tone was somewhat cautious: "Junior, I hope I didn't disturb you. Didn't we talk about recording a song last time? When do we start recording? I'll be on standby anytime!"
"Wait for me to notify you."
Lin Yuan glanced out the window and suddenly said, "Senior Sun, are you free to help me now?"
"What's the matter?"
"Drive me to school." Lin Yuan remembered that Senior Sun Yaohuo had bought a car and he mentioned it during the last meal.
"Brother, send me the address."
Sun Yaohuo not only did not find it troublesome, but his tone seemed somewhat excited, so Lin Yuan thought that perhaps Senior Sun Yaohuo just liked the feeling of driving.
Half an hour later.
Lin Yuan came to school in Sun Yaohuo's car.
After parking the car, Sun Yaohuo opened a black umbrella and quickly got out of the car. While blocking the top of Lin Yuan's door with the umbrella, he took the initiative to open the door for Lin Yuan in the back seat.
The umbrella could only cover a limited area, which resulted in his back not being covered by the umbrella and getting wet by the rain.
But he didn't care, and even reminded Lin Yuan: "Be careful, junior."
"Thank you, Senior."
"Why should I thank you for such a small thing? The school doesn't allow me to drive my car in. I guess you're from the composition department. Do you want me to hold an umbrella for you?" Sun Yaohuo always has a smile on his face.
"Need not."
"The umbrella is for you."
Sun Yaohuo handed the black one to Lin Yuan with a smile, then returned to the car and waved goodbye to Lin Yuan, as enthusiastic as ever.
"goodbye."
Lin Yuan also waved, then walked to the classroom holding an umbrella.
After putting the umbrella away, Lin Yuan discovered that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little off.
Even the squad leader who was usually very energetic looked like a frost-bitten eggplant today, completely listless.
Everyone complained:
"Who was on duty yesterday? He didn't even close the window when he left."
"It's okay if the windows are not closed at other times, at most some water will get into the classroom, but this time it's really a problem, the blackboard newspaper we worked so hard to make was ruined by the rain!"
"yes."
"Just because the window was not closed, the blackboard newspaper that the class monitor and the arts committee member worked on for half a month was now mostly destroyed."
The blackboard newspaper is made of chalk.
Chalk is very afraid of water, so it is natural that half of the blackboard newspaper would be destroyed by a heavy rain overnight.
"It's all over now."
"We can only make do with what we have, but don't expect to win any prizes, because it's already too late. Not to mention that we have a full schedule this morning, so time is even tighter."
"… "
Hearing this, Lin Yuan glanced at the blackboard.
Indeed, the art group in the class started working on this blackboard newspaper two weeks ago.
They put a lot of effort into this blackboard newspaper, and sometimes they were so busy that they didn't return to the dormitory until very late at night.
Now that his hard-earned work has been destroyed, Lin Yuan would not be in a good mood either.
At this time.
A girl wearing glasses in the corner raised her hand and said in a tearful voice: "It was my turn on duty yesterday, and I left in such a hurry that I forgot to close the window. I'm sorry, everyone..."
"It's okay, I don't blame you."
Class monitor Cao Bin suppressed his disappointment and consoled them, "No one expected it to rain today. Yesterday the weather forecast said it would be sunny. Also, it's our classroom's design that's wrong. The blackboard at the back is too close to the window. Other classrooms are not like ours."
"What do we do now?"
Yan Mengjia, the arts committee member, said in a hoarse voice: "The blackboard newspaper selection will be held in the afternoon. The teacher in charge of the selection will not care whether our blackboard newspaper is destroyed by the rain."
You know.
This blackboard newspaper took us half a month to complete, and the result is very good. We are aiming for the blackboard newspaper championship in the sophomore group!
last year.
Yan Mengjia led several classmates who could draw in the class to make a blackboard newspaper, and won the blackboard newspaper championship in the first grade.
But now.
There was only half a day left before the selection, but the good blackboard newspaper was ruined by the rain, and there was no time to repair it, which made everyone anxious and sweaty.
Qinyi holds a blackboard newspaper selection every year.
Blue Star has a very strong artistic atmosphere.
As an art school, Qinyi attaches more importance to this.
Therefore, each class pays great attention to the selection of blackboard newspapers.
Some of the award-winning blackboard newspapers of each session can be posted on the official campus website for display, allowing the class leaders to show off. The school will also give some benefits and even credits to encourage the students, which can be said to be a great honor.
"Let's go to class first."
The monitor said, "Make up for it during your spare time. Do as much as you can. Don't be too sad. There's no punishment for not doing well anyway."
Everyone nodded.
But no one was in the mood for class today, especially the people in charge of making the blackboard newspaper, who looked worried. Yan Mengjia, the arts committee member in charge of the newspaper, was in a very depressed state.
no way.
During every break.
Everyone tried to remedy the situation.
Unfortunately, the effect of this remedy is not very good. The difference between the traces on the left and right is too obvious, making the blackboard newspaper look a bit blurry. Moreover, the simple style on the right and the exquisite picture on the left are simply incompatible.
noon.
Yan Mengjia, the cultural and arts committee member, and others did not leave, staring at the blackboard newspaper in a daze. It was the monitor Cao Bin who could not stand it anymore and could not help but said, "Let's go to the cafeteria to eat first, and come over to make up for it after dinner."
"What else can we do?"
Yan Mengjia shrugged and walked out of the classroom.
The other members of the blackboard newspaper group also left one after another.
After everyone left, Cao Bin did not follow them out. He just raised his head and stared at the unsatisfactory blackboard.
At this time.
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind Cao Bin: "How about I give it a try?"
"ah?"
Cao Bin then realized that there was another person in the classroom: "Lin Yuan?"
Lin Yuan is not only Cao Bin's classmate, but also Cao Bin's former roommate. It's just that Lin Yuan has moved out now.
But the relationship between the two is pretty good.
Few people got along badly with Lin Yuan. Besides, Cao Bin was a responsible class monitor who was very popular among his classmates. He also took good care of Lin Yuan who was in poor health.
“Can you draw?”
A glimmer of hope ignited in Cao Bin's eyes.
Then he suddenly thought of something and sighed, "Even if you can draw, we don't have enough time. The blackboard newspaper competition will start in the afternoon."
"That's enough time."
After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and called Zhong Yu.