My Ome, she gradually swells

Chapter 7 If you think about it, you will achieve something (read it~)

new week.

When the students of the No. [-] Middle School of the city dragged their feet into the campus that should have been calm, the big board newspaper standing at the school gate suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

All the students stopped here at the same time.

They looked up at the dark wall in surprise, where there should have been a serious and old-fashioned propaganda column.

But today, what is presented on it is actually an amazing large-scale painting.

With the black wall as the night sky, dotted with starbursts, a shockingly bright white comet dragged a long, multi-colored comet tail across half of the wall in a beautiful arc, falling into the distance.

Below is the layered sea of ​​clouds, and the looming city under the sea of ​​clouds.

On one side, two silhouettes of figures look at the comet in the distance. The wind has ruffled their clothes, and a few pages of the book have been blown apart.

In the blank space below the comet, eight words were written:
Thoughtful,
There must be something.

All the students are a little confused, but without exception, they like it.

"Wow, is our school enlightened!!"

"This big board is so good? This painting is so good..."

"Using a blackboard as the background of the night sky, and drawing comets with white chalk, is really ingenious."

"It's a comet. 'If you think about it, you will achieve something', so if I make a wish on it, will it work?"

Under the big board newspaper, everyone was chatting excitedly.

More people regard this as the school's unique way of publicity, and a message to senior high school students.

Ever since, someone really folded his hands together and made a wish to the comet.

One is another, and more people have joined in. If others agree, but I don't, isn't it a loss?
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Fu Chengque's illness is still not cured, but his condition is much better.

She complied with her mother's request to rest for one more day and not to play with mobile phones.

Wen Yu arrived at the school as usual, and was startled by the group of alumni as soon as he arrived at the gate.

A group of Wu Lala prayed with palms together at the school gate, wondering which temple they thought they had entered.

Embarrassed and speechless, superstitious.

After consuming one use of "Fake Master", the level of painting has been greatly improved, and the effect is really strong.

I went to the classroom with a guilty conscience, put down my schoolbag on my front foot, and someone shouted on my back foot: Wen Yu, Ban Chen asked you to go to the office.

broken!

When I arrived at the office, I found that Peng Hui (Xiao Gua), Fang Ling, and Lu Min were already standing drooping on one side.

Chen Xiongguo is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face and a large mole on the corner of his jaw, with two hairs floating all year round.

He has a yellowed double-layer glass, and every time he drinks water, he will drink tea, and then smash it and spit it back.

He was a good man, but now he looked fierce.

Seeing Wen Yu enter the office, he pressed the teacup on the table with a "dole" and sucked the tea from the side of his mouth directly into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it whole.

"Wen Yu, come here!"

He roared angrily.

The boy took a few steps forward.

"You did the painting on the big board?! Was it you! Don't say no, I've investigated everything!"

"It's me, Teacher Chen."

Chen Xiong was so angry that he said, "You...do you know what you did? Ah? That's the big board newspaper. Is it where you mess around?"

"Teacher, the situation is urgent, I can only do this."

"What an emergency! No matter how urgent it is, you can't make your own claims!"

Wen Yu heard the teacher in charge yelling, but didn't get angry, and said aggrievedly:

"Teacher, the torrential rain on Saturday washed away everything we had done before. Fu Chengque ran to save her on Saturday. She rushed to the big board newspaper in the rain. The tarpaulin fell off, and she dragged it back in the rain. , but the wind was too strong, and she was so thin that she couldn't move. I was about to go over to help her, but the wind picked up suddenly, and the tarpaulin was blown directly into the sky, and Fu Chengque was also brought down to the ground. It's all mud.

Later, she cried while hugging the big board newspaper. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I dragged her home and told her that I would definitely help her find a way.

She was fine, but suddenly developed a high fever on Sunday.The first sentence I said to me when I had a high fever was "ban newspaper"!
I have never seen such a desperate Fu Chengque, so I decided that I must do something..."

Eloquent and lifelike.

Fang Ling and the others behind Wen Yu were stunned when they heard it, thinking, there is still such an epic part on Saturday?
After hearing this, Chen Xiongguo stopped the fire immediately. In his mind, the thin figure of the precious student struggling to save the big board newspaper in the storm on Saturday repeatedly appeared in his mind, and his anger was completely lost when he spoke again.

"This... These two weeks have really worked hard for you... You have done a good job."

Peng Hui (Xiao Gua), Fang Ling, and Lu Min stared wide-eyed: Old Ban, what you are pursuing now is Wen Yu's arbitrariness in advocating the drawing of a big board newspaper. You were led astray by him...

The scene in the office happened to be watched by director Lin of the Teaching Office.

He also observed what happened at the school gate for a while, and only came up after confirming that it didn't have much impact.Just met Chen Xiongguo to reprimand him.

He stepped forward quickly, first signaled to Chen Xiongguo that he didn't need to explain, and then turned his gaze to Wen Yu and the others.

"Which one of you drew the big board? Or did you work together?"

Wen Yu didn't want anyone to take the blame.

"Teacher, it's me. I drew everything."

Director Lin looked at Wen Yu and asked, "Why did you draw that? Can you tell me your thoughts? It must not be a random painting, and there are a few words you wrote?"

Wen Yu pondered for a while.

"The teacher knows that we are all in the third year of high school. The college entrance examination puts a lot of pressure on us, and sometimes we are instinctively frightened when we see the school. Compared with the line-by-line slogans, I hope that such a painting can give the students a moment of peace in their hearts. .Every step forward as we step into the school, not in fear, but in hope."

"Okay!" Director Lin clapped his hands violently, "Although there are still many children's ideas, but well said, the school should be moving towards hope."

He added: "I will discuss with the principal whether to keep the big board this time. If not, I hope you understand the school's difficulties."

After finishing speaking, he sent a few people back to the classroom.

This turmoil has passed without any danger.

The final result of the discussion by the school leaders was: This is a message from Class [-] students who are also senior high school candidates to everyone, and it is also a message to the high school candidates.In principle, criticize the students in Class [-] who are in charge of the big board newspaper. On Tuesday, they need to write a self-criticism and hand it in, and "deeply review" in front of the students in Class [-].In addition, considering that Wen Yu and the others were kind-hearted, optimistic and positive, they gave verbal praise and encouragement.

The world has changed outside, and Miss Fu Chengque, who doesn't know anything, only woke up faintly on Monday night.

After clearing up his mood, Fu Chengque followed Wen Yu again on Tuesday.

She is like a tail, the colorful tail of a comet.

(End of this chapter)