A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

After school in the afternoon, Zhao Xiaoxia turned around and reminded Zhuang Shen: "Remember to take out the trash when you come back before evening self-study, otherwise class marks will be deducted."

Zhuang Shen replied: "Okay."

As soon as Zhao Xiaoxia's friend came over, he heard their conversation. When he left, he couldn't help asking in amazement: "You can talk to him so naturally?! I envy you!"

Zhao Xiaoxia smiled embarrassingly: "Zhuang Shen is really a nice person, and he is usually very gentle."

The friend is half envious and half jealous: "This kind of person can only be watched from afar..."

Zhuang Shen went to the cafeteria and finished his meal slowly. When he returned to the classroom, there were only two people there.

He packed the rubbish, and as soon as he went out, he saw the yellow-haired people in the next class leaning against the wall. These unscrupulous young people who didn't engage in studies were all depressed and depressed, looking at Zhuang Shen gloomyly.

Zhuang Shen carried the garbage bag without changing his face, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Seeing him leaving, the people behind asked reluctantly: "Brother, what should we do now? I can't let that kid off Zhuang Shen like this!"

Huang Mao snorted, walked slowly outside the window of Class Ten, and glanced inside: "Isn't it easy to deal with him?"

The job of taking out the garbage is quite simple to say, at least it should be easy to mop the floor. Zhuang Shen thought about the reluctant faces of those girls, and always felt that he had taken advantage of it.

He leisurely walked towards the classroom, thinking that since he was out of the dormitory anyway, it would be better to stay for evening self-study.

There is no one in the classroom at this point.

In the spacious room with the lights turned off, only a little yellow and red sunset slanted in through the window.

Zhuang Shen pressed the switch from the front, and bright lights filled the entire classroom in an instant.

Turning around, Zhuang Shen took two steps, paused suddenly, and frowned slightly.

There were originally engravings on the blackboard at the back of the classroom. It should be that every class has a blackboard for the evaluation. Zhuang Shen glanced at it when passing by.

Quite a regular blackboard newspaper, 70.00% are chalk characters, excerpted from many beautiful poems and stories, interspersed with cutting illustrations and some small characters in Q version around and in the middle.

But at this time, the entire blackboard was wiped in a mess with a blackboard brush, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.

Zhuang Shen didn't quite know what was going on. He remembered that the blackboard was not like this before he took out the trash. He wondered if they were going to redo it. The messy picture made Zhuang Shen uncomfortable for a while.

Zhuang Shen took a few glances and turned his gaze back, sat back in his seat and took out his mobile phone to do the quizzes.

While brushing, a shout came from the door: "Zhuang Shen! What are you doing!"

After Zhuang Shen finished brushing the question, he looked up.

Ge Ming rushed over and glared at Zhuang Shen furiously: "What did you do to the blackboard newspaper?!"

Zhuang Shen's ears hurt from his noise, and his light-colored pupils were full of impatience and desolation.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ge Ming acquiesced, and said to the few people who came in with him in front of him: "Look, Zhuang Shen actually took action on the blackboard poster we made together!"

One of the long-haired girls was so shocked that her footsteps were chaotic, she looked at Zhuang Shen in disbelief, her voice was a little choked up: "Why did you make the blackboard newspaper like this? Is it because of that desk? But at that time Fan Sheng If you want to fall, I can't help it, why did you ruin the blackboard newspaper we made..."

This emotion was as if Zhuang Shen had a deep friendship with her.

Zhuang Shen looked at her several times before he remembered from the depths of his memory that this person was Duan Nianwei, who Xu Xuehai had appointed him at the same table.

The other two students were also hostile to Zhuang Shen, and their tone was not kind: "We have been working for a week, why?"

"What should I do now? There will be an appraisal tomorrow, and I have to do my homework tonight. How can I have time to draw again?"

Ge Ming patted Zhuang Shen's desk hard, and asked: "You ruined the blackboard newspaper, and you still have the mind to play with your mobile phone?!"

Zhuang Shen looked down at the place he had photographed, turned off the phone, threw it on the table, and made a "dong" sound.

He leaned back on the chair, his extremely beautiful eyes were covered with frost: "What evidence do you have to say that I destroyed the blackboard newspaper?"

Ge Ming angrily took out his mobile phone and clicked on the chat records in the school group.

Someone posted a photo anonymously. The photo was obviously taken from a long-range lens, and it was a bit blurry, but it was still visible. Zhuang Shen was standing in front of the blackboard in the classroom, looking at the destroyed blackboard newspaper. The classroom was empty.

The anonymous person spoke: [I saw someone in class ten cleaning the blackboard and reporting. Isn't it a competition tomorrow? What is he doing? 】

Here are a few more additions:

[Who is this person?What does Class Ten do? 】

[Is he Zhuang Shen?The photos are all over the forum! 】

[Fuck!The blackboard newspaper of our class!What's going on? 】

Ge Ming took back his phone, and his words were full of anger: "It's fine to copy homework, why do you destroy our class's blackboard newspaper? What good will it do you?"

Zhuang Shen really doesn't like to quarrel with others, the scene is too loud and noisy, which makes him upset.

He recalled the photo just now, it was obviously taken secretly from another building, deliberately setting this matter up as a frame.

"That photo didn't capture the process of my destruction. I just glanced at it. Is this evidence?" Although Zhuang Shen was sitting, when he looked up at Ge Ming, his aura was higher than that of the standing people.

Ge Ming met his eyes, his momentum was involuntarily suppressed, but he tried his best to maintain his opinion: "Who else is that? Besides you, who would destroy the blackboard newspaper?"

At this time, many students returned to the class, perhaps because they heard about the destruction of the blackboard newspaper, even the scumbags who couldn't go to evening self-study came in to watch.

Everyone looked behind, and their eyes fell on Zhuang Shen from time to time.

Zhuang Shen drove away Fan Sheng as soon as he came to the school, and trampled Huang Mao under his feet. Today, he asked the old witch Ma Pingchun to apologize in front of everyone.

In just a few days, it became popular in the whole school, and it was quite crazy.

Destroying the blackboard newspaper sounds a little outrageous, but after thinking about it, it seems okay.

Boss, maybe you like to destroy perfect things?

The classroom was noisier than usual, especially Zhuang Shen.

Zhuang Shen said impatiently: "I haven't touched the blackboard newspaper. There are surveillance cameras in the classroom. Go check it yourself."

His expression was the same as that of an unreasonable child. Ge Ming was immediately annoyed by him, and said dissatisfied: "Why do we have to run errands to check and monitor because of such a trivial matter?"

And to check the monitoring, you have to report to the Academic Affairs Office, how can it be so easy?

He has always been a good student who is dedicated to learning. When the teacher thinks that he is not doing his job properly, it is not worth the loss if he makes a fuss to the Academic Affairs Office because of a trivial matter.

Duan Nianwei looked at the incomplete blackboard newspaper and knew that it was impossible to save it. As the main force in arranging the blackboard newspaper, she naturally felt distressed.

Thinking of Zhuang Shen's indifferent eyes when he looked at her before, and the way Zhuang Shen treated her like nothing when they came across, he couldn't help feeling sad and indignant, and wanted to cry: "Zhuang Shen...you can rush to me directly if you have anything to do." Come on, but, but why did you ruin the hard work of so many of us?"

As soon as she cried, the sisters beside her and the boy who loved the fragrance and love the jade couldn't help but stand beside her and comforted her in a low voice, looking at Zhuang Shen with bright reproach.

A lot of people came one after another, and today's evening self-study was actually the most crowded day since the beginning of school.

Zhao Xiaoxia also came to the evening self-study. After listening to it, she whispered next to her: "The picture is not clear, and Zhuang Shen doesn't look like someone who can break the blackboard..."

Ge Ming sarcastically: "It doesn't look like it? It's school violence and contradicting the teacher, so who do you think is like it?"

Zhao Xiaoxia was speechless by his sharp tone.

Zhuang Shen stood up, with anger on his face, and his tone became colder: "I'll check it for you, get out of the way."

Seeing that he didn't panic at all, Ge Ming couldn't help but feel strange: "Then I'll go with you, who knows if you will tamper with the video?"

At this time, Jiang Huai walked in from the back door of the classroom, and was about to take the earphones in the classroom, when he was stunned by the crowded crowd in his seat.

Zhuang Shen passed him by with a blank expression, followed by a few people from the class.

Jiang Huai couldn't figure it out, and quickly grabbed someone and asked, "What's wrong?"

In the monitoring room, the staff called up the data, surrounded by a group of people, and many of them took out their mobile phones to record.

The time came soon, and Zhuang Shen went into the classroom.

Everyone stared at him, only to see that Zhuang Shen packed the garbage from the sanitary corner and carried it out. Not long after, the last two people in the classroom also turned off the lights and left, and the classroom was plunged into darkness.

While everyone was waiting boredly, the screen suddenly went black, and there was no picture at all!

"What's going on here? Who turned it off?"

"It's not off, the time is still on, but the screen is off!"

The staff took a look and was also surprised: "No, this section seems to be destroyed."

He accelerated backwards, and there was no picture at all during the 2 minutes in between. The moment the video returned to normal, Zhuang Shen stood in front of the damaged blackboard and watched, similar to the photo circulated in the group.

Except for the middle section, the rest of the picture is intact.

Ge Ming suddenly raised his head, enlightened and said: "No wonder you are so calm, you have already asked someone to destroy the video together, right?"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

He thinks that the brain circuit of a school bully is really extreme, isn't it stupid to read books?

"If I ruin the video, why don't I just leave, so that I don't show up at all?"

Everyone else turned their heads and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhuang Shen has a straight posture, and when he speaks in a cold voice, there is always a sense of aloofness in his body, and his beautiful facial features are sharp and aggressive.

"Although I don't listen to the class, I'm not stupid, deputy squad leader." Zhuang Shen gave him a half-smile look, his eyes suppressed anger.

Ge Ming felt mocking when he heard the phrase "deputy squad leader".

In terms of performance, he should have been the monitor originally, but his popularity was too low, so he could only retire as the deputy monitor in the final vote. With an extra adverb, it was very different.

Ge Ming frowned aggrievedly, aggressively: "Although we can't find out, all the clues point to you. If it weren't for you, how could the blackboard newspaper be destroyed?"

Although Zhuang Shen did not do this matter, after watching it for so long, Zhuang Shen had a guess in his heart.

Who would go to such lengths to frame him?

He couldn't think of anyone else except Huangmao.

But it was indeed because of him that the blackboard newspaper in their class became like this.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the others were a little emotional: "Our class didn't have much to show for it, but now we can't even participate in the blackboard competition."

"That's right, Duan Nianwei was in charge of the board newspaper before and won the second prize, but now there is no consolation prize."

Frustrated, everyone heard a chuckle.

Everyone stopped talking, and looked up at Zhuang Shen behind him.

Standing in the narrow monitoring room, Zhuang Shen possessed an inexplicable aura, as if the place where he was standing was a brilliant stage under the spotlight.

"It's just a blackboard newspaper. I'll draw it."

The small studio on the sixth floor of the art building is brightly lit.

Near the corner of the window, the curtains were driven by the wind and swayed slightly.

On the still life table below, white cotton cloth is randomly scattered, the cloth texture is soft, and there are several graceful vases of different heights on it, and half-withered white roses are lazily inserted in them, with curled petals and White cloth overlapping.

A bright white spotlight stands on one side, casting deep shadows on the bouquet.

At the same time, it also clearly illuminates the outline of the person standing in front of him.

Shen Wen leaned halfway on the high chair, and the paintbrush dipped in paint landed lightly and then heavily on the paper.

He squinted slightly to look at the still life, and the movements in his hands were not too fast or slow.

The entire classroom is far away from the hustle and bustle of the campus, so quiet that only the wind from afar is left.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the classroom door was slammed open.

Shen Wen paused, and the wet thick paint immediately left a bright stroke on the paper.

He raised his head and looked at the door with a dull smile: "Will you be beaten or reincarnated?"

Jiang Huai broke in out of breath, ignored his words, and ran towards him with messy steps: "Brother Wen! Brother Wen, look!"

He knew that Shen Wen didn't like to be disturbed when he was working, but now he couldn't care less about it, his heart was trembling with excitement!

"Today, Zhuang Shen was framed for destroying the blackboard newspaper, and the surveillance system was also destroyed, so he went back and repainted one..." Jiang Huai quickly finished speaking, and put the phone in front of Shen Wen: " Look at the blackboard poster drawn by Zhuang Shen!"

Shen Wen shifted his gaze to the phone screen, his originally lazy appearance froze suddenly, his dark eyes were extremely deep.

He threw away the paintbrush directly, regardless of whether the pen tip worth tens of thousands was damaged, and strode towards the door with a bit of urgency: "Go back to work."

Jiang Huai: "..."

Isn't this change too fast?Faster than him!

Jiang Huai hurried to catch up: "Hey brother Wen! Wait for me, I want to ask you to restore the monitoring, can you?"

The author has something to say: Zhuang Shen: I just want to be an ordinary scumbag in peace, but someone always jumps out and makes me have to slap my face and pretend to be aggressive. I am too difficult