After listening to the resumes of the two contestants, Qiu Qiu looked at the audience blankly and tried to struggle: "Is there any other person who wants to sign up?"

She was not good at damaging her classmates' enthusiasm and shouted in her heart: Can a few normal people come?!

Xu Sheng sat down the whole time without moving.

Xu Sheng, a blackboard player who was banned in the past, really didn't want to participate. If he participated, there would be no other class to play. In addition, there were many people in the class who wanted to participate, and he didn't want to compete for the quota with them. But when he heard about the lineup of the blackboard group of Class 7, he was inevitably shocked.

He couldn't sleep anymore. He looked down at the screen of his mobile phone and received an invitation from Zhang Feng's friend. He thought about combining work and rest, and it was rare to have a game.

Xu Sheng blocked his book and reported to his boyfriend in advance: "I will play a game with Zhang Feng."

Shao Zhan: "Test, ask me what I'm doing."

Xu Sheng laughed, his whole body huddled in the corner, sitting in a look without a sitting position, thinking that he had lowered his presence, but it was particularly noticeable: "I'll report it, I'm afraid you'll be jealous."

Shao Zhan: "If I say I won't let you, I won't beat you?"

Xu Sheng: "...Then I'll beg you."

s: I'll play one game.

Zhang Feng hasn't played games with Xu Sheng for more than two months: What have you been doing recently?

When talking about this, Xu Sheng had something to say.

s: I have been busy studying with my deskmate recently.

Zhang Feng:??

Xu Sheng said in a completely different tone from before: You should study hard, you don’t have much time before the college entrance examination, so you can aim at me and study hard.

Qiu Qiu was on the stage and glanced over the stage. She had a rough understanding of the students in Class 7, but she really couldn't find a suitable candidate. Her eyes were unconsciously attracted. In fact, the two men in the back row were indeed difficult to ignore. So she saw Xu Sheng playing games. The boy lowered his head and his hair fell in front of him. When playing with his mobile phone, he leaned back slightly, and his chair was raised in a very arrogant posture. He even pretended to stand the book on the table.

The young man sitting next to Xu Sheng was doing the work, as if he was tempting him, and he reached out to help him before the book fell down.

Qiu Qiu retracted his gaze and could only write Tan Kai and Yuan Ziqiang's name on the registration form as if he had accepted his fate.

After Qiu Qiu finished writing, his eyes turned dark and felt that their second-year high school class 7 was finished this time.

The blackboard competition is a week to prepare for the competition, and the selection will be held next Friday. The topic is very simple, and they are encouraged to be positive and have set two words: "Zixing".

The students in the corridor are more visible to the naked eye. Every time they get a break, they sway in the corridor. They are all high school students who work hard to create some trouble for themselves in boring life.

Hou Jun came over and said, "I saw that those people were not there, they were all spies on the blackboard newspaper."

Xu Sheng: "?"Is there any fucking spy?"

Hou Jun explained: "I just come here to see how other classes are designed, and then go back to improve the newspapers of my class. This is the case every year, and I have a strong desire to win or lose."

Xu Sheng couldn't quite understand. Are students from Linjiang No. 6 Middle School already so idle?

Qiu Qiu didn't have time to care about what other classes looked like. She did the preliminary layout design and planned to paint the starry sky: "There is the starry sky above, and then there is a row of people below. I understand the feeling with my hands stretched out, can I feel it?"

Kindergarten crayon drawing

Third-prize contestant Tan Kaizheng highlighted: "I can probably feel it."

Qiu Qiu didn't believe it very much, but now that things have come to this, he can only leave it to Tan Kai.

Tan Kai was very confident: "Don't worry, it's no problem!"

The blackboard newspaper has to wait until the background is finished to write. The manuscript is written by the literary master. The literary master is full of poetry and has conceived no less than three poems.

Xu Sheng said he would not participate. After all, the seats were very close to the blackboard newspaper behind, so it was difficult to ignore them. Sometimes there were not enough empty seats, so he stood up and said, "Put it on me."

Qiu Qiu: "Thank you, Brother Sheng, where are you sitting?"

"I can just sit on the table," Xu Sheng could sit anywhere. During lunch break, he sat directly on the desk to write questions, and said to them, "You use it first."

?Do you like to read "This topic is beyond the outline" written by Papaya Huang? Then remember the domain name of fantasy literature?

The blackboard newspaper is progressing slowly, and Qiu Qiu is full of energy. She has a very good control over the design and ideas of the blackboard newspaper. However, her teammates are not good at it, allowing her to see what a skinny reality is: "..."

The day before the blackboard newspaper selection, Qiu Qiu's mentality completely collapsed.

During the evening study period, Qiu Qiu went to the office and after he came back, he lay on the table and did not move. Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan came back from the office. When passing Qiu Qiu's seat, Xu Sheng used to tease her: "Sister Qiu, have you finished your homework? I'll lend me a copy?"

Qiu Qiu didn't say anything, his shoulders slightly shook.

"..." Xu Sheng withdrew his hand, "Crying?"

Qiu Qiu’s deskmate is a girl wearing glasses. She whispered: “We just came back from the teacher’s office and heard someone discussing the blackboard newspaper in our class in the corridor. He spoke a little too much. Qiu Qiu was anxious at first, and he was like this when he came back…”

Shao Zhan had no way to cry to a girl: "Don't look at me."

Xu Sheng was good at it, and he patted Qiu Qiu's head lightly: "Sister Qiu, I think our class's blackboard report is out--" He has been taking the exam these two days, and Xu Sheng has not paid attention to it for a few days. He looked back and swallowed the word "okay".

It's not very good.

Tan Kai perfectly played his third prize in kindergarten, turning the starry sky into a large piece of colorful polka dots, not to mention the row of people below.

If their class really takes this thing to participate, there is no need to think about it, it will definitely be at the bottom.

Xu Sheng said again: "Although it's not satisfactory, the overall feeling is still very... I lit up my eyes. This wave of spots is novel and unique. Who doesn't have eyes said, "I'll beat him up with your brother Zhan."

Shao Zhan rarely did not refute.

Someone came to comfort her, but Qiu Qiu's shoulders trembled even harder.

She has a strong sense of responsibility and has done her best to organize this event, but when she heard others say that her class, she always feels that she has not done it well, which has increased the ideological burden.

Qiu Qiu was about to wipe her tears and said, "I'm fine." When he heard a little movement on the side, he felt that the paper that was originally pressing under her arm was pulled out.

She thought about it and then remembered that the piece of paper was an registration form.

Qiu Qiu was stunned for a moment, still lying on his body. He looked through the gap between his arms and saw a hand, the boy had slender fingers, holding a pen and filling in two strokes on the registration form.

The handwriting is as sloppy as ever, and looks very casual, as if it doesn't take it seriously at all.

There are two additional words in the registration column: Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng put down his pen, the air conditioner in the office was high, and the school uniform jacket was open, and he said, "I'll do it."

Qiu Qiu had no idea that what she stood in front of her was the blackboard newspaper devil who had a record of winning in junior high school and was banned for one year. She even forgot to cry: "...Are you kidding?"

“…”

What to say, I'm actually quite awesome.

"I'll try to change it," this explanation is too troublesome. Finally, Xu Sheng just said, "I've published it before and have experience."

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Although Xu Sheng is now getting better and rarely does things that are not related to learning in class, he has never heard of him even drawing.

Qiu Qiu didn't know if he wanted to change it, but in the end, Qiu Qiu's deskmate dispelled her concerns: "Qiu Qiu, anyway, it's the last one or not, and there will be no difference."

Qiu Qiu: "..." Although your words are cruel, they are true.

The situation has reached the worst level, and it cannot fall any further.

As the temporary rescuer, Xu Sheng had almost no hope for him. After the evening study, everyone went back to the dormitory one after another. Qiu Qiu originally wanted to stay for help, but Xu Sheng said there was no need to let her go back and think about the award. Soon the class left only him and Shao Zhan. There was also a bunch of leftover painting tools and leftover gouache paint.

The teaching building after evening self-study was very quiet. Except for Class 7, the lights in other classrooms were turned off, and it was already dark outside.

Shao Zhan knew his level and was not worried: "How long will it take to change."

Xu Sheng moved a desk directly to the table to make it easier to paint while standing. He squatted on the desk and searched for the paint and wet rags at his hand: "The background color has been put on. The part to be modified can be wiped off with a rag. It should be done for two or three hours simply by changing it."

The most time-consuming task is to paint the background color. The entire blackboard has to be painted black. Wipe out those "polka dots" of Tan Kai. It will not take too much time to draw the starry sky.

Shao Zhan stayed in the classroom waiting for him. After finishing two sets of questions, he saw Xu Sheng taking off his coat.

The boy stood on the desk, and from his perspective, his legs were stretched very long. The terrible blackboard newspaper changed its style - the original figures standing under the night sky were neatly arranged, and Xu Sheng changed to a staggered position. The fine stars reflected from the night sky, gathered into a brilliant galaxy, and flowed into the hands of everyone.

The people below originally designed not shadows, but they really couldn't refine them one by one, and there was no time. So Xu Sheng directly used large pieces of color to pile up gorgeous figures, with extremely strong impact on the color.

It's hard to imagine that this is something that was modified in more than two hours.

Xu Sheng could easily care about other things as soon as he picked up his brush. When he came to his senses, he realized that Shao Zhan had packed up his things and leaned against the back seat for a long time: "What time is it?"

"Quick twelve o'clock."

Xu Sheng didn't realize that time passed so quickly, so he put down the tube of paint in his hand: "It's almost done."

Shao Zhan handed him the coat he took off: "Put it on, come down."

Xu Sheng was able to jump up and down just now, and it was inconvenient to move in a coat, so he reached out and put it on.

After putting on his coat, Xu Sheng squatted down on the desk stained with colorful paint. There were stars in the sky. He originally wanted to ask, "Is there any place to change?", but when he said, it turned into a sentence: "Brother, do you want to do something bad?"

Usually there are always people in the classroom. I really want to do something in the classroom and I can’t get a chance.

At this moment, the classroom was empty and the subject was still beside him. Xu Sheng licked his lower lip and said, "For example, take a kiss or something."

Shao Zhan's thoughts moved slightly, and Xu Sheng was holding a paintbrush in his hand. As soon as he looked up at him, the young man pressed down with a refreshing kiss. Xu Sheng relaxed his hand and the paintbrush fell straight on the table.
Chapter completed!