I will take you to fight: It represents a spirit of unity, friendship, and positivity. It is often used to encourage teammates and boost morale when team morale is low.
Although the elegant and easy-going Guan Lang felt that this sentence was slightly inconsistent with the context, he could sincerely express his caring heart to the envious but somewhat disappointed classmates who were watching.
Of course he has never heard of sgo and doesn’t know what eggplant is!
Guan Lang's inner encouragement and concern for his classmates obviously could not allow everyone to disperse.
He just wanted to pass through the photo review session in a low-key manner, but it seemed like he was unable to do so.
"The master of hand-drawing."
"Too sneaky, Guan Lang is engaging in vicious competition again!"
"Fuck you, why?"
"Care for the bad students!"
"If you don't love me, please don't hurt me!"
The students around him were talking a lot, expressing their sincere appreciation for Guan Lang in their own way. Guan Lang also noticed that the male classmate who originally hung the drawing next to him was silently taking off his own, preparing to move it elsewhere.
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I’m afraid of comparison shopping!
If the teachers had evaluated Guan Lang's drawings first and then found that his gap was too great, he might be in danger.
Guan Lang shook his head, is it so exaggerated?
In fact, his design thinking is not outstanding, but his expression ability is not bad.
Others think more and do less, and the ideas stay in their minds. They may not have many different ideas, but they are all embodied in the drawings, so the readability of the drawings is actually good.
The teachers were chatting and laughing, walking in with coffee from the vending machine, and saw everyone gathered in the corner.
"It seems that everyone likes a certain classmate's drawings. You will be the first to tell who it is." Teacher Fang from the next group said with a smile.
Guan Lang looked at the glances of his classmates, showed a polite yet embarrassed smile, and forced himself to put the duck on the shelf.
Classes are over at noon.
Guan Lang stood on the edge of the sidewalk, raising his head and staring quietly ahead, his body upright and motionless.
"What are you looking at?"
An Xiaqing miraculously appeared again, like a newly spawned wild monster.
Guan Lang lowered his head and glanced at her, then turned his head and continued to stare.
"Why are you so free?" Guan Lang did not answer her question.
"Not at all, I just finished class!" An Xiaqing explained quickly. Guan Lang's words made her look like an idler who had nothing to do all day long.
It's just that their art school and architecture school are in the same direction, so they happened to meet each other, that's all.
"Really?"
"Yeah." An Xiaqing shook the textbook in her arms as evidence that she attended class on time. "You haven't answered me yet? What are you looking at?"
"Don't you see? The mangoes on the tree."
An Xiaqing opened his eyes and saw a series of plump green fruits with a slight light yellow tint at the end in the big green velvet umbrella held up by the branches of the brown trees.
There are many mango trees planted in Tiannan University. Every year in June and July, the ground will be covered with ripe and rotten mangoes. When walking on the sidewalk, you can smell the rich and sour and sweet fruity aroma, which is very exciting.
The tip of the tongue produces fluid.
"Oh, it's all in vain, and you can't eat it. I heard that the green awns grown in the school are so sore that they will make your teeth fall out, and I don't know if pesticides have been used." An Xiaqing reminded with a serious face.
"I don't know about other places where the trees in our college don't use pesticides." Guan Lang had asked Qin Yanxi before.
These mango trees are all almond trees, often planted in street green belts, parks, scenic spots, colleges, party and government agencies, dormitories and other places. Compared with sweet and juicy edible mangoes, this kind of green mango is more nutritious
The taste is very sour.
"That one seems to be about to fall down. I just saw them shaking violently." Guan Lang pointed.
When he passed by just now, he felt that the mangoes were about to fall, so he spent a few more minutes to stop and wait. Tiannan University banned students from climbing trees for safety reasons, so it was still possible to see the fresh mangoes that had just fallen to the ground.
It depends on fate.
Fortunately, the students in the school basically treat these mangoes as if they are nothing. I don’t know if it’s the sour smell of green mangoes that is rumored to be angry and resentful, or the urban legend that every green mango has been sprayed with pesticides, or maybe it’s because I’m too shy to pick it up.
, in short, Guan Lang has fewer competitors.
The only opponents are the citizens who come to the school to pick mangoes.
People in society are not so polite, and they are fully equipped. A pole, a net and a car can catch all the mangoes from a tree.
Fortunately, the security guys will help stop citizens who are too rude. After all, this is school property. A few students stab it with poles. As long as they don't climb a tree, they turn a blind eye, but they treat people outside the school.
There is no such preferential treatment, so Guan Lang will not be left empty-handed due to the favoritism of the security guards.
Last year, Guan Lang's harvest was pretty good. A small basket full of green mangoes filled his house, which provided him with enough food for an early summer.
It was also a coincidence that as soon as I finished speaking, a strong wind blew by.
Opposite his fingertips, many mangoes that looked like green beans were densely packed among the leaves, clattering down and hitting the soft lawn below.
Guan Lang happily walked onto the sidewalk stones paved on the lawn, took out a small bag from his schoolbag and packed it. If it were any later, ants would be attracted.
Every year at this time, he will prepare some small bags in his schoolbag. If he happens to encounter a fallen mango when passing by, he will put it in a small bag. If he puts it directly into his schoolbag, the milk coming out of the branches will get everywhere inside.
A certain mango landed poorly and hit a rock. If the mango hits the rock, the consequences are self-evident.
The crispy peel peels open, revealing the firm, yellowish pulp inside, and the golden juice flows out.
The mangoes in May are not yet ripe, so the almond mangoes, which are not too sweet, are even more sour.
Of course, sourness is not a bad thing. There are sweet flavors, and there are sour flavors. If you are used to eating big mangoes that look like desserts, it’s not bad to eat some of these appetizing and refreshing small green fruits.
"He who sees it has a share." Guan Lang picked out a few firm and plump mangoes and handed them to An Xiaqing.
"Oh." An Xiaqing didn't expect that there would be one of her own, so she was flattered and took it. "Thank you."
"I'm going to go back and slice it up and sprinkle some sugar on it. If you're not worried, you can peel off the skin and sprinkle some sugar on it, or you can find a bag and put it in with a red apple, tie it tightly and stuff it for a week, and the mango will be
It's a lot sweeter." Guan Lang pointed out.
"Yeah." An Xiaqing nodded and took note. He looked at the few green fruits in his hand and found them a bit cute, so he didn't want to eat them.
"Then I'm leaving, bye." Guan Lang waved to her, turned around and left slowly.
"Bye bye" An Xiaqing also waved. After Guan Lang left for a long time and disappeared, she lowered her head and silently looked at the fruit in her palm.
That’s not right!
Didn't she come here to find a way to persuade Senior Guan to change his mind and return to the warm embrace of the hand-drawing club family? Why did she get some mangoes out of nowhere but forget about the real thing!
An Xiaqing was very upset.
"It's all your fault!" She said fiercely to the mangoes. "I forgot about my business. I will eat you all when I get back!"