It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Jiang Wan got home. My aunt had arrangements at the dormitory hospital on duty, so she only came back rarely.
Aunt Chen was cleaning when Jiang Wan came back. She smiled from ear to ear when she saw Jiang Wan: "Wanwan is back, have you eaten? I'll make you some midnight snack."
Jiang Wan smiled and said: "Thank you, Aunt Chen, I have already eaten."
Aunt Chen looked at Jiang Wan's slender arms and legs, which were not fleshy, and quickly asked: "How about I make you something to eat, something easy to digest."
Jiang Wan reluctantly declined, "You really don't need it, Aunt Chen. It's a waste if you can't finish it. You can go to bed early after your work!"
Aunt Chen smiled and nodded, then heard Shen Qinglin roaring from the second floor, as if he was about to starve to death in the next second: "Auntie, auntie, I want to eat, I want to eat, I'm going to starve to death, I I want fried chicken, burgers, French fries and Krabby Patties!"
Aunt Chen said seriously: "No, Master Shen, my wife said you can't eat so much junk food at night, it will affect your health."
Shen Qinglin:..........
"Then I go to the toilet to eat, can I digest it on the spot?"
Aunt Chen: "No, young master, the air in the toilet is not circulated and the smell is even worse..."
Jiang Wan laughed secretly next to her.
Finally, she brought fried chicken burgers to her good brother.
Shen Qinglin hugged Jiang Wan and cried: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
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The next day.
Jiang Wan came to the classroom early because of her biological clock. I heard from Xu Sui that Lu Yuan usually didn't come to class in the morning. The teacher tried to take care of it but couldn't, so he simply let him go.
The school will have a blackboard report every half month. As long as the students in the top three classes will receive five points for conduct and one month of no-duty duty days, they will clean the corridors and playground.
Class 5 has not been cleaned for a long time...
The literary and art committee member of Class 5, Grade 2, has a bun, a little baby face but a bit of a royal look. He has a lively and straightforward personality, so he is also followed by many people in the school.
"Next Wednesday's blackboard newspaper competition, the theme is light. Which of you has signed up to be responsible for the theme of this blackboard newspaper?"
"It must be Yang Xue, the beauty of our class, who is responsible? It's her every time, and she's still ranked in the top three!"
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal."
"Yes, yes, yes, the first place in the blackboard newspaper competition for five consecutive years is a senior classmate from Class 1, Grade 3. Her family members are engaged in Chinese painting! This is definitely incomparable. The second person is also a professional student and has won various awards. If you are weak, you can’t compare to this, so it’s already good for our Yang Xue to be in third place.”
Xu Sui sighed, and Jiang Wan looked at her doubtfully.
Xu Sui took a deep breath, and Jiang Wan looked at her doubtfully. She didn't want to say it at first, so she couldn't help but go.
She whispered in Jiang Wan's ear: "As for Yang Xue's paintings, they are all plagiarized! I really don't know how she became a blogger with millions of fans."
Jiang Wan was a little surprised. After hearing the feedback from her classmates just now, this person named Yang Xue should be very good at painting. How could she plagiarize? And she has millions of fans. Generally, a blogger with so many fans must have her own.
Style.
But it cannot be ruled out that plagiarism is her style....
Seeing that Jiang Wan was a bit unsure, Xu Sui took out her phone, opened the photo album, and showed Jiang Wan Yang Xue's paintings.
The girl only glanced at it and frowned. Why did this painting look so similar to...her style? But this move was not seen by Xu Sui.
"I'll show you another person's drawing." His slender green fingers slid across the phone screen.
When he turned to that painting, his eyes suddenly lit up, and Xu Sui instantly turned into a star-struck girl, "Look, look, it looks good! Wow, I like this one painted by Rouse the best."
The first time Jiang Wan saw it, she felt it was very familiar, but she couldn't remember what was wrong there.
"This painting is called Recovery. I heard it was the blogger's first painting after five years. I was immediately surprised. I just don't know what she has been doing in the past five years."
Huang Xingchun, the literary and art committee member, also looked over and took a look. Fortunately, he became excited when he looked at it: "Are you looking at Chacha's paintings? This is so cool! Isn't it her?"
Chacha...
She remembered that she had two accounts on Weibo, one of which had almost a million followers, and the larger account had over five million, which was called Chacha....
She has had the Weibo account Chacha since she was ten years old. She loved painting when she was a child and would try any style. Unexpectedly, she was deeply loved by netizens. She has been painting for about three years, which is when her parents had an accident.
Never painted again.
Regarding the work "Resurgence", I just want to give myself an explanation for the past five years, so "Resurgence" is the last and last work.
Due to long-term medication, her brain sometimes reacts slowly, and inspiration does not flow as much as before, so she simply opens a new account. When inspiration comes, she will paint again.
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There were various opinions. The girl with a ponytail suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "Everyone doesn't need to talk about the class report anymore. I won't participate this time. I am preparing to participate in the Picasso International Painting Competition. Why not take this opportunity?"
Give it to our new classmate Jiang Wan."
When everyone was originally surprised that she was going to participate in the Picasso painting competition, Yang Xue appointed Jiang Wan to paint the blackboard newspaper?
"How is the new classmate's painting?"
"It should be possible. Although there is no Yang Xuehuan, anyone can do this."
Jiang Wan's eyes looked a little deeper when she looked at Yang Xue. Yang Xue looked at her, and the fire in his eyes seemed to devour and burn her.
Jiang Wan was a little confused by her, thinking that she had never offended anyone.
Her apricot eyes are watery, her skin is fair, and her face is very bright, cold and gorgeous, like a blooming rose, with thorns, and at the same time full of charm.
Jiang Wan nodded slightly, but with a bit of cold arrogance that a girl should have: "Okay, I hope you can give me some advice."
No one noticed Lu Yuan, who had been standing at the back door for a long time. He leaned against the door lazily, looking at her meaningfully with his lips curled up, an evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint light suddenly flashed. The scenery outside the window contrasts with the blue sky and white clouds, and a bright and vivid portrait appears in front of you.
In this season, the sky is always high, beautiful and distant, with a touch of coolness, falling straight to the horizon along with a wisp of long clouds.
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"Look, look, why is Lu Yuan here? Doesn't he usually not come to class in the morning?"
"I don't know, I must have woken up."
"See you soon."
"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel, didn't you see the look on his face? He still woke up and looked angry when he woke up."
From the beginning of school to now, Jiang Wan almost always sits alone. Occasionally Xu Sui will come to hang out. Now that there is suddenly an extra person, she is still a little uncomfortable.
"Why did you come to class?" Jiang Wan asked.
Lu Yuan chuckled and said calmly: "Of course I want to establish a relationship with my deskmate."
Jiang Wan turned away, not wanting to talk to him anymore.