I reluctantly picked up the chalk, reached out and wrote the title on the blackboard:
【Happy National Day】
I didn't have any skills, but my calligraphy and painting were passable, and then I became a literary and art committee member in a daze.
At that time, I thought this was a fat job, thinking that I could be a member of the class committee even if I had nothing to do, but I didn't expect that this was a job with a lot of work and no preferential treatment.
"well……"
I looked at the huge blackboard and couldn't help but sigh softly. I turned my head and glanced at the class teacher playing with mobile phones next to me, and then glanced at the people in the audience playing with mobile phones.
When they did this, I felt a lot of pressure. After all, if everyone is waiting for you, it would be a bit uncomfortable.
[It seems that I can only take out my secrets for perfunctory blackboard newspapers. There is no other way, I have to waste another issue of blackboard newspapers.]
There is a reason why I say this. After all, I loved painting dragons very much when I was a child. Although the dragons and phoenixes I painted are not as good as those painting geniuses or those painting masters. However, as long as it is something I have a special liking for, I can learn it.
I am very talented, so after years of accumulation, the dragons and phoenixes I drew cannot be said to be lifelike, but they can still be seen.
However, I can only draw these two difficult things. Although this dragon and the phoenix are not paintings that can be transferred to a large table in my eyes, they are enough for drawing blackboard newspapers.
I grabbed the chalk, and in just five minutes, a vivid Chinese dragon appeared on the blackboard with its mouth wide open and its teeth and claws dancing.
After the dragon I drew filled the left half, I raised my hand and swiped the pen, and the phoenix flying high appeared on the blackboard again.
Soon the left and right sides of the blackboard were filled with my dragons and phoenixes. I raised my head and glanced at the title. There was still a lot of space under the title. After all, it was a blackboard newspaper, so I still had to write something.
Then he took out his mobile phone, casually searched the Internet for some quotes on the blackboard, and copied them directly on the blackboard in cursive script.
In just ten minutes, a very perfunctory blackboard report was completed.
I picked up the chalk and left my name and class in the corner of the blackboard. I gently stepped off the platform, washed my hands, and ran back to the class quickly.
"Teacher, I've finished the drawing. That's okay."
I turned around expressionlessly and spoke to the class teacher very calmly.
"Well, okay, then you can go to the back of the class and take pictures." The head teacher stood up gently, released his position, then clapped his hands to everyone in the audience, and after everyone raised their heads, he slowly said: "Students , raise your head, let’s take a photo and then get out of class is over.”
While the class teacher was talking, I also walked to the back of the class and picked up my phone, took a photo of the blackboard report and the student's class teacher into my phone, and then sent the photo to the class teacher.
"Well, good, let's disband."
The teacher looked at the photo and smiled, then waved to his students and said softly.
"Boom... boom boom boom..."
When the students heard this sentence, they grabbed their things and rushed out of the classroom immediately. Like a train passing through a tunnel, the rumbling sound echoed in the classroom.
Soon, I was the only one left in the whole classroom.
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Actually learn
The students have become accustomed to seeing my dragons and phoenixes, because I really can only draw these things. Anyway, the teacher's requirements for me are not high. As long as my drawings are legible, she can hand them in.
And I don’t pursue anything, as long as I have fun painting, after all, it was my hobby to do my job.
I slowly walked out of the classroom and looked up at the other classes. When I saw other classes still struggling with the blackboard report, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
[Look at them who are working hard. Although their paintings are very poor, they are extremely serious. But I am different. I am so perfunctory in painting this thing. I paint this thing purely out of hobby... I am really, really bad.
.〕
Thinking of this, I sighed again and put my hands gently in my pockets. At this time, the corridor window was not closed, and a cool autumn breeze came, and then this cool breeze blew over my whole body, making me wear no clothes.
I couldn't help but shudder while wearing my coat.
"Are you Yang Chen?" I didn't take a few steps when a voice from behind stopped me.
"Well, I am."
While I was answering, I turned my head expressionlessly, looking for the source of the sound.
When I turned around, I realized that the person calling me was actually a girl.
She looks very ordinary. Her short hair is a little greasy and has some dandruff. It looks like she hasn't washed her hair for a long time. The thick lenses give her a mature temperament and make it difficult for me to see clearly under the lenses.
She. She was also wearing a very simple coat and trousers, and even the territory on her chest was straight forward. If you didn't carefully reflect on her voice, it seemed like a girl's voice. In addition, I found that she did not have an Adam's apple.
Only by touching her throat did I dare to confirm that it was a girl.
Otherwise, even if I say he is a boy, no one who doesn't know her will stand up and refute my words.
"Who are you?" I took a deep breath, calmed down my doubts, and asked very calmly.
She smiled and scratched her head, and said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhou Ke. I am a student in Class 3 of the 3rd year of the Mechanism Department, and I am also your senior sister."
"Senior Zhou Ke, do you have anything to do with me?"
I didn't even bother to raise my eyelids, and my dead-eye expression was enough to dissuade anyone who wanted to chat with me.
"Yes, I read your blackboard newspaper and found that you are a very talented person, so I hope you will join our painting club."
She held the drawing board in her arms, looked into my eyes very firmly, blinked her big eyes, and said slowly to me.
"The proposal is good, but I refuse." I directly rejected her proposal and asked directly: "Is there anything else, Senior Zhou Ke? If nothing happens, then I will leave."
Seeing me about to leave, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed my arm, and asked me with a pleading look on her face: "No, no, no, no, why don't you join in? You are obviously so talented.
, you can't be like Zhong Yong and disappear into the crowd."
I waved my hand directly and replied in a very calm tone: "What you said is wrong... I have no talent, and I am not the Zhongyong you said. Now I am just a person who can only draw dragons and phoenixes."
Ordinary people with two different things.”
She frowned, and although her face was full of helplessness, she still tried to win over me softly: "Hey, hey, do you know how difficult it is to draw these two? What's more, you can do it
The painting is so outstanding and moving. To be able to draw something like this, your painting skills are already quite high. If you are willing to draw other things, as long as you study hard, then it will definitely not be a problem."
My dead fish-like eyes narrowed into slits at this time, and I replied expressionlessly: "Impossible, as long as I'm not interested, then you will never be able to get me to draw it well. So,
I again refuse to join."
"Do you really have no room for negotiation?" She glanced at me helplessly, as if she understood something, then cleared her throat and softly narrated to me: "Although I am the president of the painting club, but
It doesn’t mean that I am good-looking in the painting club. There are still many beautiful and single girls in our painting club. If you don’t believe me, you can follow us and take a look. You will definitely join them after you take a look."
I sighed and spoke for our big FFF group: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested, and although I'm single, I don't feel like this. I really hate the feeling of being single. Not only that, being single makes me feel like I haven't seen it for a long time."
Relax. So your conditions can’t impress me at all.”
"..."
She was a little silent when she heard my reply, and lowered her head slightly, not knowing how to face me.
Looking at her beaten look, I couldn't help but sigh softly and replied very calmly: "And you don't have to feel inferior. In fact, you are not ugly either. As long as you are willing to dress up, I believe you will not be worse than others. I
The reason why I didn’t join is because I’m really not suitable for this thing. So I ask for your understanding.”
"Okay, I understand, but is there really nothing that can convince you to join?"
She lowered her head slightly and asked softly.
"I guess not. Bye."
I answered expressionlessly, then turned around and went downstairs, disappearing from her sight soon after.
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A girl jumped up to Zhou Ke. Looking at Zhou Ke's eyes looking at the stairs, she couldn't help but hugged her arm and said very gently: "Sister Zhou, let me tell you, that guy
He’s very capable, but he’s a club member you can’t get~”
Zhou Ke suddenly raised his head when he heard these words, and then looked like he was cheering up again. While pouting, he replied arrogantly: "Hey, don't think that we can't get people from your art club."
The painting club can’t get it.”
"Senior, you are really..." the girl rolled her eyes lightly and said with a pout.
Senior Zhou Ke's face turned red, and she quickly explained nervously: "Hey, hey, don't pay attention to me being so close. After all, we are also the presidents of two clubs, and we have the same kind of hostile relationship!
"
"Okay, okay...that's enough for you!" The girl pouted her lips angrily and retorted helplessly.
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[Talent? This thing... it really doesn't matter to me... After all, I can only act based on my hobbies, and I am really not worthy of joining the club. Because I don't want to listen to their call. What's more... I am now
There are more important tasks to do. This bullshit system is troublesome enough. If you join another club, it will be even more troublesome... It’s really not worth it.]
Thinking of this, I sighed again.
[I hope that the girl named Dong Jiuwei is okay... If something happens to her, not only will my conscience be troubled, but things will definitely get into trouble.]