adult small pillow

Yizhong is a school that advocates the combination of work and rest.

After the first monthly exam, art festivals and sports games followed.

Everyone has to participate.

Everyone has to report two.

Apart from sitting and bending forward, the small pillow is really not good at sports.

He took the application form from Song Yansheng, hesitated all morning, and finally ticked "photography" and "painting".

Song Yansheng let out a "huh" when he received the application form, a little surprised.

They have a lot of talents in class 10. Except for the two sports events, the rest of the art festival events are very active.

No need to rush.

It's just that the polarization is a bit serious.

——There are a lot of people who choose "Musical Instruments", "Dancing" and "Top Ten Singers", but very few people choose "Photography" and "Painting".

There are still a few candidates for "photography" every year. After all, I have equipment at home. I hold a SLR and press "click" and "click" a few times, and then I can submit a picture after editing.

"Painting" is always a blank item.

There are very few people in their class who can draw.

Draw the sun like a poached egg, and the crown like grass.

Every blackboard newspaper is filled with colored frames and text.

So much so that every time the blackboard newspaper appraised, Class 10 was at the bottom.

But now, there is a person who reports "painting".

Song Yansheng looked closely at Qu Yixian, his gaze was as intense as if a wolf who had been hungry for a long time saw a large piece of fat meat.

The expression of the whole person was very strange, as if he was about to take a step forward in the next second, and he held Qu Yixian's hand tightly.

Qu Yixian: ...?

Qu Yixian tensed her face, and took a small step back vigilantly.

Seeing this, Song Yansheng chuckled, suppressed the strange expression on his face, carefully put away Qu Yixian's registration form, and said happily, "Ah Xian, you are the one who will wash away the shame of our class 10."

Although Qu Yixian had been in and out of Class 10 with Lu Mianzhi many times as a small pillow in his backpack, he still knew very little about Class 10.

I don't know the regret that there are no paintings selected in the annual art festival, and I don't know the miserable situation of returning to the bottom of the blackboard competition.

He was a little dazed by Song Yansheng's look of letting go of a heavy responsibility, but when he heard "Come on, I'm optimistic about you", he still pursed his lips and nodded seriously.

He never took pictures, nor did he draw pictures.

But he wants to give it a try.

In Song Yansheng's eyes, Qu Yixian's cautious appearance completely turned into the calmness and reliability of a boss.

He reached out and patted Qu Yixian's shoulder, and said to him: "Go, draw well."

Give our class 10 a credit.

If the drawing is good, the blackboard newspaper will be handed over to you in the future.

It is best to draw a theme, what is the sword of ghost slayer, what is the return of spells.

Song Yansheng was completely immersed in his fantasy.

I even felt that I had seen the words "The first prize of the shortlisted work is the senior three (10) Banqu Yixian".Stepping on Class 5 and Class 6, winning the first place in the blackboard report and feeling proud, these two things are already in sight.

The squad leader's expression began to turn weird again.

Qu Yixian dodged a little to the side without leaving a trace.

Song Yansheng came back to his senses, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and stopped encouraging him.

He played the song and went back to his seat, paused, and stopped him again: "By the way, you will remind Brother Lu to hand in the registration form later."

***

Lu Mianzhi didn't bring a water cup.

After finishing the sparkling water in the morning, after the first class in the afternoon, I wandered slowly downstairs to buy a bottle of mineral water.

As soon as he returned to the classroom, he saw his little deskmate waving at him.

Lu Mianzhi is now at the same table as Little Pillow.

The whole person is in a good mood.

Seeing the little pillow beckoning to him, he walked back to his seat much lighter.

He sat down and heard the little pillow ask him which projects he planned to apply for the art festival and sports meeting.

Lu Mianzhi froze the bottle cap.

In the past few games, he skipped directly.

Either sleep at home or in the stands.

But this year he didn't want to sleep like that.

There will be small pillows for this year's sports.

Lu Mianzhi took out the registration form from the drawer, picked up the pen, poked the soft paper lightly with the tip of the pen, and asked his little deskmate, "Which two items did you apply for?"

In the self-study class one week before the sports meeting, the athletes of each class will go to the playground to practice.

Different events are divided into different venues, and Lu Mianzhi plans to practice the same as Little Pillow News, so that they can practice together at that time.

Lu Mianzhi had a good idea in his heart.

It's just that I didn't expect that the small pillow didn't apply for the sports meeting.

"Photography and painting."

Lu Mianzhi's pen stopped.

He looked at the blank application form waiting for Linxing, and suddenly felt dull.

He picked the two events that took the shortest time, and there were no finals and semi-finals, only the group stage, and ticked the latter.

Then he threw the registration form on Fang Ziyu's desk and asked him to hand it in for him.

Lu Mianzhi said to Qu Yixian: "These two will be finished soon. Then I will take some photos of the sports meeting with you on the playground."

The deadline for the art festival photography competition is two days after the sports meeting. Lu Mianzhi means to take some photos of the sports meeting, maybe they can be used to participate in the art festival competition.

Qu Yixian also wanted to go with him, and nodded happily.

Just Fang Ziyu was woken up by the registration form that suddenly fell on his head, looked at the two events reported by Lu Mian, and yelled dissatisfiedly: "A Mian, what's the matter with you, why don't you apply for basketball with us..."

"It's great to sign up for basketball. If you don't want to play, you can use it as a backup." It's a bit longer, and you can sit on the side of the court all afternoon, but that's better than 1000 meters. "Running 1000 meters is exhausting." It's..."

Under Lu Mianzhi's calm gaze, Fang Ziyu's voice became smaller and smaller.

He wisely chose to shut up, obediently picked up the registration form, and went to register for his father.

Song Yansheng was quite happy looking at Lu Mianzhi's registration form.

Compared with popular events such as "50 meters" and "4*100 meters relay", there are fewer people applying for "1000 meters" and "long jump".

It took him a lot of energy to adjust every time, and Lu Mianzhi's ability to sign up on his own initiative also saved him a lot of effort.

Qu Yixian was also very envious.

Lu Mianzhi's motor nerves are very good, and he will definitely be able to show off his skills at the sports meeting.

He is different, his stomach is full of soft flesh, and he is basically struggling on the edge of the passing line in the 1000 meters and long jump.

Just like a useless cub, not as cool as Lu Mian.

Lu Mianzhi was stared at by the little pillow, and the tips of his ears felt a little hot.

He turned his face away, unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip, thought of something, and asked the little pillow, "Have you decided what to draw?"

He had never seen little pillows painted.

Lu Mianzhi was a little curious.

He looked at the small pillow and pulled out the draft book with a blushing face. He turned to a blank page, took a colored pencil, and drew on the draft paper...a tender and irregular poached egg?

Then there was an extra light green line under the "poached egg", and a leaf that was accidentally drawn crookedly.

A small white flower fluttering in the wind.

He saw his little artist signing on the paper.

Qu Yixian.

2021 9 Month 27 Day.

As a gift to Lu Mianzhi.

The author has something to say: Happy Lantern Festival!

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