Chapter 26: yellow board
Between classes, a stone in each class caused a thousand waves.
In the private groups of each class, strange and unbelievable news began to circulate.
Anonymous Sherlock Holmes: "Hey, have you heard about that shocking gossip?"
Passerby A: "What, say something."
Anonymous Sherlock Holmes: "The latest news, Ruan Qingmu, the new sports committee of Class 9, has a crush on Niu Xiaoqing."
Passerby B: "???"
Anonymous Sherlock Holmes: "Then Niu Xiaoqing has a crush on Qin Yuan."
Passerby C: "???"
The following screenshot is taken by Mr. Holmes, which is the old post of the school forum last year.
"Is it because Qin Xueba's grades are not against the sky, or is the demeanor of the representative at the opening ceremony not charming? Or is it because his face is not good looking? If you don't vote for him, what you vote for will only show off. The muscular male peacock Fu Songhua, hehe!"
The male peacock classmates who were peeping at the small group were suddenly CUE: "…"
(*￣︿￣) Oh, I didn’t notice before, this woman is so bad. When he first entered the school, how did he offend her!
He rushed forward in anonymity: "Hehe, there is at least one row of people who have a crush on Qin Xueba. Which onion and garlic is she?"
Passerby A: "Hehe, your face full of jealousy betrayed you, and your dissatisfaction with Niu Xiaoqing has overflowed your six-inch mobile phone screen."
Fu Songhua: "Class 9 Niu Xiaoqing is a neuropathy, is it wrong?"
Sherlock Holmes: "Don't get excited, this female classmate, listen to me slowly-"
Fu Songhua: "I'm not a female classmate! You are a female classmate, your whole family is a female classmate!"
Everyone: "…"
Forget it, ignore her, this girl is crazy.
Sherlock Holmes: "Remember Ruan Qingmu looking for PK with Qin boss at the beginning of school? It is said that because Niu Xiaoqing confessed to Qin Yuan and was rejected by Qin Yuan, Ruan Qingmu went to ask for the woman she loves. Fair. Then of course Mr. Qin will explain, right? After solving the misunderstanding, the two became friends without fighting. In order to please Niu Xiaoqing this time, Ruan Qingmu not only took the initiative to help with painting, but also brought Qin. Big boss platform! This is the man in love..."
Everyone: “Σ(°△°|||)︴…”
Is it so tortuous?
Passerby C: "Nonsense, Ruan Qingmu is also liked by many girls now, and the school grass rankings are skyrocketing. If you like Niu Xiaoqing, ghosts will believe."
Someone interjected: "Is the news delayed? Just now, Ruan Qingmu personally admitted that he is in love with Niu Xiaoqing. I was there."
"Yes, Liu Siyuan from the liberal arts class was so angry that she burst into tears in the classroom."
The male peacock Fu Songhua scratched his head tangled: The monitor's kindness to protect Niu Xiaoqing's reputation seems to be in vain.
Do you want to help clarify it... Forget it, it's none of his business, Niu Xiaoqing is too bad, if her reputation is damaged, it will be damaged!
The gossip of other classes spread to Feiqi, and the rest of class 9 was another scene.
Beside Ruan Qingmu's seat in the back row, a bunch of boys were surrounded by water.
Ruan Qingmu was lying on the desk helplessly, pretending to sleep with headphones on.
Bai Jing relied on his good relationship with him, so he gathered up the courage to push: "Brother Ruan, Brother Ruan? Wake up, it's dawn."
Ruan Qingmu couldn't put it on anymore, took off her headphones, and squinted at him: "?"
Bai Jing shyly said, "You really drew the blackboard newspaper? So awesome?"
"Yes, yes, master!"
Ruan Qingmu sighed: "I said it all, I painted it. Ask and beat people again."
Huang Ya followed suit: "Brother Ruan, tell me, did you study Chinese painting since elementary school?"
Ruan Qingmu glanced at him coolly: "This is called graffiti, thank you."
Niu Xiaoqing kept her ears pricked up, secretly listening, when she suddenly screamed, very excited: "I forbid you to say that! This is the highest honor of our class's blackboard newspaper, it's too much. Humility is pride!"
Ruan Qingmu was so frightened by her high voice that she leaned back and looked at her speechlessly: "..."
Tang Tiantian's little apple also turned crimson, and several small freckles were obvious: "Well, this is the first first place our class won."
A group of boys in class 9 suddenly froze.
Really, in the first year of high school, whether it is the blackboard newspaper evaluation or the radio exercise, or the New Year's Day party and the sports meeting, their 9th class has ever had a relationship with the first place.
Huang Ya suddenly jumped over and hugged Ruan Qingmu, her fat body clinging to him: "The squad leader is right, Sister Niu is right, our class brother Ruan is awesome !"
Bai Jing also pounced, and hurriedly suppressed Huang Ya: "Old Huang is right!"
"Sports committees, Niu sisters, 9 classes!" A group of boys screamed wildly, rushing up one after another, forming a bunch of human flesh Arhats, making Ruan Qingmu ruthless Pressed hard below.
Ruan Qingmu was caught off guard, and was suddenly pressed against the seat by a bunch of human flesh gourds, unable to move.
Extremely shocked, after a long while, I heard his voice muffled below and roared: "Get out of the way, if you don't get out, I'll get up and kill you A!"
The morning class was over, and after lunch, the high-rise post in the school post bar exploded again.
Tang Tiantian, the monitor of class 1, personally posted a post, the first one is a photo, taken from behind, Ruan Qingmu, a scumbag from class 9, and Qin Yuan, a university student from class 1 , and stood side by side, facing the rear blackboard of Class 9 harmoniously. They should have just finished the board report together and are appreciating their works.
Further down, Tang Tiantian posted a few panoramic photos and partial close-ups of the board newspaper, and added a special comment below: "The next issue of the blackboard newspaper will be wiped, so reluctant, So let’s keep it as a souvenir. PS: Thanks again to Ruan Qingmu for painting and Qin Yuan for his poems. The friendship of Class 1 and Class 9 will last forever”
Suddenly, someone in front of the sofa grabbed a lot of eyes, cut a detail, enlarged it and posted it: "??? Everyone come to play and find fault, what is this!"
Tang Tiantian posted the original picture, the boy holding the scroll in his hand, and on the cover in his hand, it seems that it is not "18 sets of test questions", but "18 secret dramas" ? !
...In the office, Old Jane defended with a red face: "Director Lu, I don't agree with the revocation of the award. It's not a big deal for the children to be fooling around."
The director of the Academic Affairs Office was furious, took the photo on his mobile phone and slapped him in the face: "It's no big deal? Look at what these things are, this is a little yellow picture!"
Old Jane stalked her neck: "That must have been a joke when he was painting, the child knows it, obviously what the art teacher sees and shows now are all 'eighteen sets of exam questions'. !"
The art teacher poked his head in from the door of the office, holding a water glass, and smirked: "I really don't remember, the lights were dark last night, and I didn't take a closer look."
Old Jane glared at him fiercely: "Mr. Wu, you are not kind, you just came to me and praised him, saying that Ruan Qingmu must have studied Chinese painting, and his skills are very good."
The art teacher laughed at the director of the Academic Affairs Office: "Director Lu, forget it. What kind of little yellow picture is it, the eighteen secret operas, maybe it is the kind of ancient Wuqin opera. Gymnastics."
Director Lu sighed helplessly: "... Comrade Jian, I'll give you a vaccination first, Ruan Qingmu in your class, you should take a good look, don't ask him to give it again. I did something wrong, okay?"
Originally an unknown poor student, why did the school suddenly become famous in the whole school?
In the classroom of Class 1, the bell for the last class in the morning rang.
The students in class 1 were quickly packing up their books when suddenly they heard Fu Songhua screaming loudly.
"Damn, squad leader, I finally figured it out!" He patted his head after realizing it, "No wonder you didn't play with us last Saturday, so it wasn't a fever. It was to help that Guy's drawing board!"
His voice was so loud that the classmates in the classroom were shocked and instantly quiet.
Qin Yuan stopped his hand to pack the textbook, raised his head, and glanced at him quietly, his face expressionless.
Fu Songhua was unaware, and continued to ask innocently and dazedly, "But what exactly is that secret play, the Eighteen Forms?"
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