He is in love with roses

Chapter 9 The Blackboard Report

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Jiang Wan returned home. My aunt had arrangements in the hospital on duty in the dormitory, so she only came back once in a while.

When Jiang Wan came back, Aunt Chen was cleaning. When she saw Jiang Wan, she laughed from ear to ear: "Wan Wan is back, have you eaten yet? I'll make you some supper."

Jiang Wan smiled and said, "Thank you, Aunt Chen, I've already eaten."

Aunt Chen looked at Jiang Wan's slender arms and legs, without any sense of sensuality, and quickly asked, "How about I make you something to eat, something easy to digest."

Jiang Wan resigned helplessly, "It's really unnecessary, Aunt Chen. If you can't finish eating, it's a waste. Go to bed early after you're busy!"

Aunt Chen nodded with a smile, and heard Shen Qinglin roaring from the second floor, as if she was about to be starved to death in the next second: "Auntie, auntie, I want to eat, I want to eat, I'm about to starve to death, I I want fried chicken, hamburger, french fries and crab burger!"

Aunt Chen said solemnly: "No, Young Master Shen, Madam said that you can't eat so much junk food at night, it will affect your growth in the evening."

Shen Qinglin:
"Then I go to the toilet to eat, can I digest it on the spot?"

Aunt Chen: "No, young master, the air in the toilet is not circulating, and the smell is even stronger"

Jiang Wan secretly laughed beside him.

In the end, she brought a fried chicken burger up for her good brother.

Shen Qinglin hugged Jiang Wan and cried: "Woohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohed!"

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The next day.

Jiang Wan came to the classroom early because of the biological clock, and Xu Sui said that Lu Yuan usually would not come to class in the morning. The teacher took care of it but couldn't, so he simply let him go.

The school will have a blackboard report every half a month. As long as the class ranks in the top three, every student will get five points for conduct and will not be on duty for a month to clean the corridors and playgrounds.

Class [-] hasn't been cleaned for a long time
The literary and art committee member of Class [-] and [-] of high school is a bun-haired, baby-faced but somewhat royal-sister-like, lively and straightforward character, so many people in the school chase after her.

"Next Wednesday's blackboard competition, the theme is light. Which of you will sign up to be in charge of the theme of this blackboard newspaper?"

"Surely our class flower, Yang Xue, is in charge? She is always in charge, and she is always in the top three!"

"My minister agrees!"

"Second minister +10086."

"Yes, yes, the No. 2 blackboard newspaper selection for the fifth time in a row is a senior from Class [-], Senior [-]. Her family is all engaged in traditional Chinese painting! This is definitely not comparable. No. [-] is a professional student, and won various awards. If you are soft, this is not comparable, so it is already very good for us Yang Xue to be in the third place."

Xu Sui sighed, and Jiang Wan looked at her suspiciously.

Xu Sui held his breath in his heart, and Jiang Wan looked at her suspiciously. She didn't want to say anything at first, so she couldn't help but blah blah.

She whispered in Jiang Wan's ear: "As for Yang Xue's paintings, they are all plagiarized! I really don't know how she became a blogger with millions of followers."

Jiang Wan was a little surprised. Hearing the feedback from his classmates just now, this painting named Yang Xue should be very good. How could he plagiarize?And she has millions of fans. Generally, a blogger with so many fans must have her own style.

But it cannot be ruled out that plagiarism is her style
Seeing that Jiang Wan couldn't deny it, Xu Sui took out her mobile phone to open the photo album, and showed Jiang Wan a look at Yang Xue's painting.

The girl frowned after only one glance. Why does this painting look so similar to her style?But this move was not seen by Xu Sui.

"I'll show you another person's drawing." The pale and slender fingers slid across the phone screen.

When he turned to that painting, his eyes lit up immediately, and Xu Suimiao turned into a star-chaser girl, "Look, look, it looks good! Woooooo, I like this painting by Laws the most."

Jiang Wan felt extremely familiar the first time she saw it, but she couldn't remember what was wrong.

"This painting is called Recovery. I heard that it was the blogger's first painting after five years. I was immediately amazed. I just don't know why she has been there for the past five years."

Huang Xingchun, the literary and art committee member, also poked his head over to take a look, and he became excited after not looking at it, but he became excited after seeing it: "Are you looking at the paintings of Mr. Chacha? It's so cool! Isn't it her?"

Tea tea
She remembered that she had two accounts on Weibo, one account had almost a million fans, and the large account had more than 500 million followers, it was called Chacha
She has had the Weibo account Chacha since she was ten years old. She loved painting when she was a child, and she would try out any style. Unexpectedly, she was loved by the majority of netizens. She has been painting for about three years, that is, when her parents had an accident. Never painted again.

Regarding the work of Resurrection, I just want to give an explanation to myself in the past five years, so "Resuscitation" is the last and last work.

Because of taking medicine for a long time, her brain is sometimes unresponsive, and her inspirations are not as frequent as before, so she simply opened a new account, and when the inspiration comes, she will draw again.

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There were different opinions, the girl with the ponytail stood up suddenly, smiled and said: "Everyone don't need to talk about the class report, I will not participate this time, I am preparing to participate in the Picasso International Painting Competition, why not take this opportunity Leave it to our new classmate Jiang Wan."

Everyone was surprised that she was going to participate in the Picasso painting competition, but Yang Xue appointed Jiang Wan to draw a blackboard newspaper?

"How about the new classmate painting?"

"It should be okay, although there is no Yang Xuehua, anyone can do it."

Jiang Wan looked at Yang Xue with deep eyes, and Yang Xue looked at her, the fire in her eyes seemed to swallow her up.

Jiang Wan was a little confused by her, so she thought that she didn't seem to have offended anyone.

Her apricot eyes are watery, her skin is fair, and her face is very bright, cold and gorgeous, like a blooming rose, with thorns, and at the same time full of charm.

Jiang Wan nodded slightly, but with a bit of arrogance that a girl should have: "Okay, I hope you can give me some advice."

No one noticed Lu Yuan who had been standing by the back door for a long time. He leaned lazily against the door, and looked at her with his lips hooked, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed, and a faint light flashed suddenly.

The scenery outside the window set off the blue sky with white clouds floating, and a bright and vivid portrait appeared in front of my eyes.

In this season, the sky is always high, beautiful and far away, with a touch of coolness, and a long cloud goes straight down to the sky.

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"Look, look, why is Lu Yuan here? Doesn't he usually not come to class in the morning?"

"I don't know, I must have woken up."

"See you soon."

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise, don't you see his face? He's still awake, and he's angry when he sees it."

From the beginning of school to the present, Jiang Wan almost always sits alone, and occasionally Xu Sui will come to hang out, but now she is not used to the sudden presence of one more person.

"Why did you come to class?" Jiang Wan asked.

Lu Yuan smiled lightly, and said calmly: "Of course I want to establish a relationship with my deskmate."

Jiang Wan turned her face away, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

(End of this chapter)