Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

It's still the familiar potatoes and cabbage, but this time there are also tofu and radishes. This is also because today is Saturday, so the rare lard has been added to the meal. The portion is two taels of yellow rice per person, which is definitely enough to fill you up, but that's fine.

"If you don't like shredded potatoes, you can give them to me."

While eating, I suddenly heard Zhao Hua's voice. I looked and saw that there were a lot of shredded potatoes in Fang Hui's bowl, but she ate very little.

"Okay." Fang Hui carefully handed the shredded potatoes to Zhao Hua.

Qiao Ran looked around, wondering if he could do the same? But none of these were his favorite dishes.

He bit the chopsticks and thought carefully.

"What are you thinking about if you're not eating?" Jiuli was eating rice seriously, and suddenly looked up, just in time to see Qiao Ran with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Do you want to eat shredded potatoes too?" Seeing Qiao Ran's eyes fixed on the shredded potatoes in Zhao Hua's eyes, Jiuli suddenly realized something.

"I don't want to eat," Qiao Ran quickly refused after reacting.

"Yeah." Jiuli finished the last bite of rice, tore open a piece of crispy candy, and sat aside, absent-mindedly flipping through a book.

It was August in a blink of an eye. After dinner, a few boys were cleaning up the table. During the break, the classmates around them were talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival two weeks later, and their words were full of anticipation for the festival.

The head teacher Hou Li walked into the classroom with steady steps, knocked on the blackboard, and woke up all the students who were sleeping on their stomachs.

The last two classes on every Monday afternoon are regular class meetings, and all students are praised for their performance.

Hou Li stood on the podium and said a few routine words, then turned the topic to the blackboard newspaper. It turned out that Class 1's blackboard newspaper ranked sixth this time.

Of course, the sixth place looks very good when taken alone, but we have to ignore one premise, that is, there are only six classes in the first year of high school in F Middle School, which means that Class 1 of the first year of high school is the last.

Especially when I thought about what I heard those teachers say in the office, I felt a surge of anger in my heart.

"The bulletin board represents the atmosphere of our class to a certain extent. I don't want to say that the whole class doesn't take it seriously because of any one student's carelessness. After all, you don't want to be ridiculed by students from other classes, right?"

"We all come from all corners of the world. Now that we are here, we are all one big family. We should always think of ourselves as members of the class and have a sense of collective honor."

"In two weeks, that is, at the end of the month, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we need to produce another blackboard newspaper. Now I want to ask if you have any good suggestions or ideas? Or if any of you have learned to draw and produce blackboard newspapers, you can also help."

"After all, there is strength in numbers."

There seemed to be a natural sense of oppression in front of the teacher. Everyone lowered their heads like silent lambs. Even if Hou Li spoke passionately, there was not much reaction.

He kept his head down and acted like an ostrich without saying a word.

Jiuli supported her forehead with her right hand, and flexibly turned the pen with her free left hand, occasionally adding a stroke to the book. Qiao Ran turned his head and saw Jiuli writing and drawing without being affected, and also lowered her head to pretend to read the book very seriously.

Hou Li looked at the students who remained calm with a helpless look on her face, shook her head, and looked through the admission form, trying to find two students who could take on this task.

Just as the whole class fell into silence, Chen Xun raised his hand and stood up.

"What do you want to say?" Hou Li paused while flipping through the admission form and looked at her favorite student.

"First of all, as the class monitor and He Shasha as the propaganda committee member, we both have to bear certain responsibilities. But this blackboard newspaper is definitely a result that no one wants to see."

"As far as I know, He Shasha, as the propaganda committee member, has never made a blackboard newspaper before. It's already pretty good that she managed to do this. I think we should find someone who is good at drawing and writing to assist us, so that we can be more proficient in this."

Chen Xun spoke two sentences in one breath, but his eyes swept over Fang Hui. It was obvious that he already had a candidate in mind.

After hearing these two sentences, everyone lowered their heads even more, fearing that their names would be exposed. However, those who couldn't draw or write and were ugly breathed a sigh of relief and looked on with anticipation.

"Do you have anyone you want to recommend?" Hou Li was extremely satisfied after hearing this. He was worthy of being the squad leader she chose.

It's at this time that I will help her share her worries.

"Fang Hui." Chen Xun was confident and spoke in a clear and loud voice.

Fang Hui, who was almost hiding her head in the table, raised her head suddenly when she heard her name being called. For a moment she felt unwell, dazed and confused.

"Fang Hui has studied painting before and won awards. There will be no problem for her to make a blackboard newspaper." Chen Xun added.

Hou Li's finger stayed on the page of Fang Hui's admission form. She had indeed studied painting, and she didn't pay any attention to Jiuli on the next page. The admission form said figure painting.

"I have some impression too. If I remember correctly, you filled in that you studied fine arts on your admission form, right?" Hou Li nodded and looked at Fang Hui who raised her head and stared at Chen Xun.

Noticing the eyes falling on her, Fang Hui stood up, and all the classmates looked over at her.

Such a gaze brought about an unusual tension, which made Fang Hui very uneasy, and her ears unconsciously turned red.

"I have learned it, but, but," her voice became lower and lower. How could she do it?

"Then the next issue of the blackboard newspaper will be produced by you and He Shasha together. Do other students have any opinions?" Hou Li made the decision firmly and asked.

"No problem," Zhao Huazhong shouted loudly and clearly amidst a sea of ​​weak voices.

This caused Fang Hui in front to look back and glare at him hatefully. She glanced at Chen Xun, noticed his indifferent expression, and quickly looked away, sitting down at Hou Li's signal.

She didn't listen to what Hou Li said next. The get out of class was soon over. Fang Hui walked to Chen Xun's seat and asked him questions. This was the first time she spoke to Chen Xun face to face.

Jiuli, who was sitting in the front, added the final touches to the characters in the book. She noticed the breath getting closer and closer around her and raised her eyes.

"Your drawing is very beautiful. Is this a character?" Qiao Ran was holding a pile of homework with only a few books left. He placed the top one on the Jiuli desk and read it seriously.

"It's a portrait painting," Jiuli pointed at the table.

I could vaguely hear Chen Xun say that the tree drawn by He Shasha was the same as the celery bought at home.

Fang Hui kept muttering, but, but, she wanted to fit in but was also uneasy and cautious. Qiao Ran looked at Jiuli's figure painting seriously, which was lifelike and had a deep foundation.

"Don't refuse. We will help you." Chen Xun made the final decision. He then looked at Qiao Ran and stretched his neck to look over. "What figure painting did you say is good?"

Is there anything else he doesn't know?