A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Before evening self-study, Class [-], which has never been crowded with many people, was crowded with people.

Of course, they returned to work today not to study, but to read a blackboard newspaper.

Even people from other classes rushed over after hearing the news, lying on the edge of the window and poking their heads. Some people who wanted to sneak in were kicked out by the tenth class.

The students in other classes were not happy: "I just want to go in and take a look! What's wrong!"

The tenth class said sincerely: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to let you in. Can you see for yourself if you can get in?"

From the back door, you can only see the solid back, but you can't really see the blackboard, let alone try to squeeze in.

Even so, there were quite a few people around in the corridor, and everyone cast unbelievable looks inside through the reposting of ten groups of people on their mobile phones.

That transfer student who is good-looking and ruthless in fights can actually draw?

There were so many people gathered outside the supposedly empty classroom of Class Ten, which immediately attracted the attention of the teachers.

Director Jiang's stern and heavy voice resounded in the corridor: "What are you doing outside Class Ten? It's about to go to self-study at night, why are you arguing!"

Everyone shut their mouths and leaned against the wall, making way for Director Jiang.

Xu Xuehai followed behind, advising the students next to him in a good-tempered manner: "Go back and do your homework."

Everyone was unmoved, waiting for something, looking at Director Jiang with fiery eyes.

Director Jiang lived up to everyone's expectations and shouted at the crowd behind Class Ten: "Get out of the way! What are you doing!"

The tenth class did not dare to disobey Director Jiang's order, so they had to push each other, and reluctantly dispersed.

Suddenly, Director Jiang saw the person standing behind and the blackboard in front of him at a glance.

Director Jiang's angry and ferocious expression stopped abruptly.

He stared blankly at the blackboard, then turned his head to look at the person, only to realize that he had seen this person before, wasn't it Zhuang Shen who was bullied by the Class Nine before?

Zhuang Shen raised his hand, the hand holding the chalk was so white that the knuckles were pale.

He draws very quickly, coloring and sketching on the blackboard non-stop.

Director Jiang was stunned for a moment, then walked slowly behind Zhuang Shen, taking a panoramic view of the entire blackboard.

This is a picture full of strong personal style, grand and magnificent emotions.

The bottom of the picture is the school gate, which is pushed forward from a semi-overlooking perspective, surrounded by lush green camphor trees on both sides, and moving forward along the wide gate is the central sculpture surrounded by fountains.

Going forward, the small garden surrounded by roses and fragrant snowballs is full of flowers. Under the blooming flowers, a few butterflies spread their wings and stop. Behind it is the vast blue sky and rich clouds, and a white dove soars high.

The artistic conception is profound.

Both the space structure and the color tone are perfectly arranged.

The stretching effect of the half-down view is full of sense of the lens.

Even though it was a very familiar campus, Director Jiang was shocked physically and mentally, and even couldn't help the heat in his eyes.

Zhuang Shen is still refining the small garden. The flower clusters under his brush are coquettish and tender. Under his smearing and coloring, the colors are natural and vivid.

He painted very seriously, and he didn't pay attention to the people around him from the beginning to the end.

The hand waving the chalk is bold and smooth.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Director Jiang wouldn't believe that the painter used the most common colored chalk.

Rao has seen many art students' works, Director Jiang has never seen a picture that can make him so emotional, he still uses a blackboard to draw!

Painting, film and television, music, the reason why these creations are sought after by the world is because they can touch people's hearts to a certain extent.

He doesn't know how long Zhuang Shen has studied painting, but the emotional talent conveyed by Zhuang Shen is something that ordinary people can't get by working hard for a lifetime.

Director Jiang nodded affirmatively, completely forgetting the reason why he came here, and praised Xu Xuehai who was beside him: "The students in your class are really good, with high levels of ability."

Among the small and fresh blackboard newspapers in the Q version, the semi-realistic blackboard newspapers drawn by Zhuang Shen with a distinctive style are simply eye-catching.

No, this should not be called a blackboard newspaper, it can be called a work of art.

Xu Xuehai smiled all over his face, nodded wildly in relief, and his face was full of unstoppable joy: "No, they have many specialties. This is our class Zhuangshen. Look, what a child!"

His eyes fell on Zhuang Shen softly, full of admiration, without mentioning his previous experience.

Director Jiang couldn't help but took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and was about to post a message on Moments to lament his student's talent, so he turned around contentedly: "I'll come to your class again when the painting is finished."

At this time, under Director Jiang's light, people in other classes also saw the pictures on the blackboard, and they were no less surprised than Director Jiang.

In a boring school, those who can draw, sing, and dance have their own aura.

The blackboard newspaper evaluations and art festival activities related to them are always very attractive.

Especially after seeing many blackboard newspapers that are uniform and mostly written in words, Zhuang Shen's painting simply blinded everyone's eyes.

It turns out that just using simple chalk can draw so well, and the painter is also pleasing to the eye, which is even more deadly!

Class [-] students who sat back in their seats chattered.

"I just recorded a video and posted Doujo! Now it has [-] likes..."

"I posted on Moments, and my mother asked me to learn to draw. Doesn't she have a clue about my talent?"

"Suddenly I felt that it would be good to redraw the blackboard newspaper. This time our class will definitely win the special prize, right? How much bonus is there?"

On the other side, Ge Ming, who was already dark-skinned, turned even darker, and his mind was buzzing.

He never thought that Zhuang Shen could draw, and he compared all the blackboard newspapers they drew before in front of everyone.

When Zhuang Shen said he wanted to paint, Ge Ming stopped him.

What is he talking about?

"You? Are you the only one who still paints? Don't let our class become a laughingstock. Not only will you fail to win awards, but you will also be ridiculed."

He only knew that when Zhuang Shen copied his homework, his handwriting was like ghostly drawn symbols, as if he hadn't picked up a pen a few times, and he didn't go to school all day, so Ge ​​Ming was sure that he should be talking big.

Thinking of what he said, Ge Ming heard everyone's laughter and always felt that they were laughing at him.

But no one in the whole class cared about him at all, they were all talking about Zhuang Shen.

While laughing and laughing, a boy's clear voice came from the back door of the classroom: "Don't use this broken chalk, Brother Wen brought you professional drawing chalk, change it soon."

Everyone turned their heads and saw Jiang Huai carrying a large box of paintbrushes. Behind him was Shen Wen who had never shown himself in evening self-study.

Jiang Huai pushed a table over, put the brush on it, and opened it.

Inside are hundreds of colorful paintbrushes, packed in a neat and smooth case. If Jiang Huai hadn't said that it was chalk, people would think it was a marker pen just by looking at it.

Zhuang Shen was worried about the trouble of mixing colors with monotonous chalk. When he saw so many colors, he immediately threw away the chalk.

Just about to take one, Shen Wen blocked his fingers and said, "Wait."

Zhuang Shen withdrew his hand, saw him take out a pack of wet tissues, took out one, and handed it over: "Wipe your hands."

Zhuang Shen got a lot of chalk dust on his hands, and the right hand holding the chalk was covered with chalk dust.

But this is unavoidable. I will accidentally get my hands dirty while painting. Zhuang Shen is going to wash his hands after painting.

Seeing that he didn't move, Shen Wen sighed, grabbed his wrist helplessly, wrapped Zhuang Shen's fingers with a wet tissue, and wiped them gently.

He lowered his head slightly, and his movements were gentle.

This school tyrant, who made all the boys in the school afraid to get close to him, was so focused and hard-working that he wiped people's hands!

The girls sitting in the seats immediately covered their mouths to prevent themselves from crowing when they saw this scene.

Oh, it's too sweet!

After the last beautiful princess hug, there is another beautiful picture in the same frame!

Compared with the displeased sharpness on Shen Wen's face last time, this time it was completely opposite gentleness, even with a hint of surrender.

Everyone knows that Shen Wen has been obsessed with painting recently, but he never expected that after seeing Zhuang Shen's paintings, he would actually show such a completely opposite appearance from usual.

The contrast is so exciting!

Zhuang Shen was grabbed by him and wiped it a few times, he twitched his hand, and frowned: "Let go, I'll wipe it after I finish painting."

"Tsk." Shen Wen looked dissatisfied as the hands that were still stained with chalk dust pulled away, "Wipe it clean, otherwise it will be easy to slip when holding the pen with dust on it."

Hands that are so good-looking and know how to draw, shouldn't be stained with inferior powder dust.

Zhuang Shen glanced at the box of exquisite chalk that reflected light on the outside. The coat is very smooth, and it is not good if there is dust on his hands.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Shen lowered his head obediently, wiped every finger clean, picked up the new pen sent by Shen Wen and continued to draw.

The evening self-study bell rang, Xu Xuehai walked into the classroom with a book, and smiled proudly when he saw Zhuang Shen who was still painting behind him.

The new chalk is not only clean, but the texture of the drawing is smoother and smoother than the previous ordinary chalk. In addition to the rich colors, the speed of Zhuang Shen is faster than before.

He has been involved in blackboard newspaper work since elementary school. At that time, he was called to write by the teacher because of his good handwriting.

Later, Zhuang Shen discovered that his memory is not only in textbooks, but also very sensitive to pictures. As long as he has a reference, he can draw them easily.

After getting used to it, he often takes charge of the blackboard drawing by himself. From conception to completion, the fastest time is only one hour.

When Zhuang Shen finished his last stroke and was about to add words on it, he paused and turned to look at Shen Wen who had been standing behind him.

Jiang Huai saw half of them slip away, but the man was still watching.

Zhuang Shen stretched out his pen and asked him, "Write some words for me?"

The classroom was quite quiet, and everyone was shocked to hear this.

To actually open his mouth and ask Shen Wen to make a blackboard newspaper? !

Shen Wen is such a high-ranking person, even the vice-principal is always on call, would he be willing to stoop to draw this kind of blackboard newspaper that is worthless to him?

Zhuang Shen had seen Shen Wen's signature before, the pen was sharp, strong and unrestrained, it looked like he had practiced calligraphy, and writing blackboard newspapers should not be a difficult task.

Shen Wen stared at his hand for two seconds before slowly replying: "Okay, what do you want me to write?"

Onlookers: What the fuck? ? ? ! ! !

accepted!

Just agree? !

Zhuang Shen pointed to two places: "Here and here are the school name and school motto, and you can write two poems in the other blank spaces."

It was about to go to the evening self-study, Xu Xuehai also came down from the podium, looked at Zhuang Shen's paintings up close, and couldn't help nodding: "Not bad, the paintings are so good..."

He praised Zhuang Shen with satisfaction: "Zhuang Shen has good hands-on skills, why do you suddenly want to draw blackboard newspapers?"

As soon as this remark came out, the restless class fell silent again, and some people unconsciously looked at the four people who had painted the blackboard before.

Duan Nianwei noticed other people's eyes, lowered her head, very complicated.

If Zhuang Shen hadn't blamed Zhuang Shen at that time, Zhuang Shen would not have gone up to draw, so the person standing in front of the blackboard newspaper now should be her.

Perhaps Shen Wen will also come and draw blackboard newspapers with her.

But when she took Ge Ming's side and blamed Zhuang Shen, everything could not go back.

Just as Shen Wen was about to start writing, he suddenly put down his hand, turned around and looked at the whole class, the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me."

He threw the pen back into the pencil case and smiled at Xu Xuehai: "Mr. Xu, you should ask Ge Ming and the others about this matter."

As soon as Ge Ming was called by his name, he immediately turned back nervously and angrily, for fear of what he might say in front of Xu Xuehai: "What does it have to do with me?! Surveillance and photos show that Zhuang Shen was someone who had been in contact with the blackboard. Apart from him, I can’t find another person who will destroy the blackboard newspaper, maybe he deliberately destroyed the monitor to show off his painting skills.”

At the same time, Zhuang Shen's phone screen lit up, and a message came.

Xue: [The monitoring has been repaired and will be sent to you immediately. 】