Bullshit, I saw it all

Chapter 6: Surprising hand-painting on the small whiteboard

The wheel of time moves forward without haste.

For the third year of high school, a day is a day of studying hard, and a day of fishing in troubled waters is also a day.

The cruelest thing every day is that after all the students in class ten go to the classroom to be quiet, the monitor of class ten erases the content on the small whiteboard and writes down the new countdown to the college entrance examination in full view of everyone.

The deliberately bold number of days gradually decreases with the ensuing exams, big and small, three digits become two digits, two digits will soon become one digits, and finally end with zero .

Qu Chen looked up at the whiteboard while flipping through the time for the compulsory biology course II.

On the whiteboard is a brand new countdown number.

There are still 27 days until the college entrance examination.

In order to adjust the tense atmosphere, the squad leader added a lot of cute facial expressions in the blank space of the whiteboard, and there are two Q-version characters that really make people don't know how to compliment them.

In the tenth class, only the class leader wished to think that the two hand-painted paintings that looked scary at first glance, but then saw their courage, and thirdly, they were cute.

The small whiteboard was facing Qu Chenfu to open their group. The sports committee couldn't bear the shocking visual impact every time they looked up and saw the class monitor's hand-painted drawings. They stabbed Qu Chen with a book and strongly demanded, "Go change the class monitor's drawing , I believe you can turn decay into magic, I really can't stand this novel style."

Fu Kai echoed and said that the picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to watch it.

Qu Chen's painting is not particularly good, but only in the case of three handicapped painters in the group of four, it seems that he has a special advantage in painting.

Qu Chen, who was pushed to save the small whiteboard, thought about the painting for a long time, added a few strokes, and then couldn't do it anymore.

This hand-painting can no longer be described by the word too beautiful.

When Zheng Xiao was inspecting the third floor of the senior three teaching building, he was attracted by the wild and unruly painting style of the small whiteboard in class ten.

He tapped the pattern on the corner of the whiteboard with his fingers.

The tenth squad was dead silent, Qi Qi turned his head to the squad leader, and sold out his teammates as a group again, his IQ was in a hurry, and he should not have a tacit understanding but a tacit understanding of the rhythm of death.

Zheng Xiao glanced at the monitor of class [-], and then turned his gaze to the hand-painted painting. While watching intently, his brows were inadvertently frowned.

Before Zheng Xiao could speak, the Sports Commission slapped Qu Chen and said, "Why didn't you tell the teacher what you drew?"

Fuck!How much do you hate me? !Qu Chen was stunned, and turned to stare at the sports committee with an expression of disbelief, leaving Zheng Xiao with the back of his head.

The sports committee ignored Qu Chen and secretly watched Zheng Xiao's expression changes.

Principal Zheng tapped on the pattern again, and praised reluctantly, "The painting is very innovative." But it was unimaginable that such a compliment came from him.

Zheng Xiao raised his hand and turned his wrist, glanced at his watch, and said to the monitor of the tenth class, "It's 07:30, start the morning reading." Then he continued to inspect other floors.

The monitor of class ten hadn't finished digesting Zheng Xiao's sentence that the painting is very innovative, and some people in the class laughed "puchi" one after another.

It was rare for the sports committee to apologize to Qu Chen, "I'm sorry for blocking you just now." But he winked at his deskmate, snickered obviously, and didn't know what he was having fun with.

Early self-study was over, and when Bi Sansheng went upstairs, he inadvertently talked with the top students about what happened before the morning study.

As a result, rumors of Zheng Xiao's strange aesthetics spread in the third year of high school.

Many students from upstairs and downstairs came to Class Ten, wanting to see the legendary and innovative hand-painting, but found that the whiteboard in Class Ten was very clean, except for the words XX days before the college entrance examination, there was nothing else.

Class [-] students watched wave after wave come forward regardless of time, and those who even skipped their self-study class to see the paintings were thankful that they painted their hands early, otherwise they would have lost their lives.

The crowd who left in high spirits and returned disappointed thought that their expectations had failed, but they didn't know that Principal Zheng was standing at the top of the stairs, standing tall and sweeping away a large number of violating students without any effort.

The author has something to say: The principal’s aesthetics are actually understandable to mortals like you ╭(╯^╰)╮