"I just have to watch today, right?"

"Pass the chalk."

Wen Yu felt that Fu Chengque was dragging him, not letting him rest.

This week the group front moved forward, leaving the classroom and reaching the front line.

After discussing the process, the production of the blackboard newspaper officially started.

Fu Chengque is the author. Her idea is more orthodox, with stars and decorations in the upper half, two figures in the lower half, and space in the middle to add details and fill in articles such as "The principal's words, the teacher's message."

Thanks to the attribute bonus, Fu Chengque can draw quickly and well this time.

In the past, when outlining lines, I often had to redraw them five or six times, but now I can be satisfied with them in two or three times.

"Cheng Que, your painting skills have improved so quickly!"

"Yes, yes, it feels so good-looking..."

"I feel it's better than the finale painting of Class 1 last semester. I heard it was drawn by an art student."

Xiao Gua instantly started gossiping, "That girl who is learning to draw while having a relationship outside school?"

"It seems to be her. Her boyfriend looks like a college student from some art college..."

"Did someone draw it for her in that issue of the blackboard newspaper?"

"Who else could it be..."

"Wow, Cheng Que, your level is as good as an art student from the Academy of Fine Arts!" Xiao Gua exclaimed, "Are you going to take the entrance exam to the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Fu Chengque rolled his eyes.

"Just brag about me. If my painting is ruined, you can see how Teacher Chen will criticize us."

"Okay, okay... you can paint in peace, I won't disturb you anymore."

"That's pretty much it. Red."

Wen Yu handed the red chalk to Fu Chengque on the ladder and looked up to admire it.

It seems that the painting is okay, but the form is not innovative enough.

After adding 30 comprehensive paintings, he can feel that his level is no worse than Fu Chengque, but it is unethical to steal other people's jobs, so he can just fish for it.

The big-ban newspapers are produced in an orderly manner.

From Monday to Thursday, all employees work intensive overtime.

On Friday, the production of the broadsheet newspaper was nearly completed.

On Friday evening, I applied the last stroke of cyan with Fu Chengque, and the work was completed perfectly.

"It's done!"

"Great!"

Wen Yu also cheered.

Everyone put the rain-proof cloth back on and just came here in advance on Monday to remove it.

Fu Chengque was very satisfied, so satisfied that she talked a lot more outside.

"Wen Yu, come and evaluate me!"

"Great masterpiece!"

"Perfunctory!"

"At least it's a masterpiece!"

"That's pretty much it." Fu Chengque clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Thank you everyone for your efforts, and I'll treat you to a drink."

"Mr. Fu is generous."

Then they laughed and laughed, and everyone went back to their homes.

That night, it started raining.

Fortunately, there is a tarpaulin.

By Saturday morning, the light rain turned to heavy rain, and the gloomy sky indicated that the worse situation was yet to come.

Will the tarp hold up?

In the afternoon, the heavy rain intensified and turned into a heavy rain, coupled with howling winds.

The downpour seemed to be engulfing the city.
Chapter completed!