But this was the Dark Star people's own business, and Jian Luo couldn't say anything about it.
There was a kid next to their table, who must be Jian Sheng's good friend. He was pasting paper by himself, but he couldn't get it right after trying for a long time.
Jian Sheng said to Jian Luo, "Brother, I'll go teach him."
Jian Luo had no objection: "You go."
Jian Luo was very happy to see his younger brother have a friend, as children are supposed to play.
Jian Sheng went over and taught for a while, apparently preparing to take his good friend to fold paper together. Unfortunately, he lacked experience and couldn't even cut the paper, so he had to turn around and look to Jian Luo for help.
Jian Luo understood, stood up and walked over: "What's wrong?"
Jian Sheng held up the paper and said to Jian Luo, "Why can't the paper stars I cut fold up?"
It was a long, rather soft piece of paper that wasn't quite right. Jian Luo took a quick look and immediately understood the problem. He bent down and sat down next to the two children, helping them adjust the paper's size while saying, "When folding paper, don't use paper that's too soft, or it'll be difficult. Also, stars are usually long strips; they can't be too wide, otherwise they'll be difficult to fold."
The children of Dark Star are a little unnatural about being around adults.
Jian Luo noticed it, and he took the initiative to move a little further away, then placed the folded star in his hand on the table: "Well, this is fine."
When choosing the paper, I specifically picked a piece of golden paper. The little stars folded out are also golden, shining brightly under the light and very beautiful. The little stars stand on the table, and the children all like this kind of rare toy.
Jian Sheng opened his mouth wide and said in surprise, "It looks good."
His friend seemed to be a quiet boy. When he saw the stars, he just whispered, "Beautiful."
Jian Luo was also very satisfied: "Isn't it beautiful?"
Both children nodded in agreement, but it was very difficult to learn. Fortunately, Jian Luo was very patient and willing to explain in more detail to the children.
They sat at the front of the classroom, so naturally the parents at the back noticed them. They were at work every day, so how could they possibly do these handicrafts? But when they saw Jian Luo whipping out a handicraft in no time, they thought it was so easy!
The first one who couldn't hold back was a dragon. Dragons were very sensitive to the breath of other dragons, so they were naturally very friendly to Jian Luo.
"Sir?" A young lady from the Dragon Clan came over, bending over and smiling. "I see you seem to be doing handicrafts. Can I learn?"
Jian Luo also recognized that they were from the Dragon Clan, and he said decisively: "Okay!"
The dragon lady's child was a boy with golden hair. She led the boy over and said, "I'm bringing Xiao Kai to study with me."
Jian Luo nodded and praised casually: "Your son is so cute."
The dragon lady came over with a chair and sat down, shaking her head: "No, Xiaokai is not my son, he is the child of my comrade."
Jian Luo was stunned.
"Oh, isn't your partner a dragon? I didn't know that." The young lady smiled shyly. "Because my comrade passed away, he donated his genes when he died. This is his replica. Since the child is relatively young, we can adopt him. I will be responsible for raising him."
Jian Luo nodded thoughtfully.
They gathered together to make handicrafts. Because they had colored paper, the stars they folded were colorful and beautiful.
There were other children in the classroom who were also attracted by the noise and would turn their heads to look out of curiosity. Some children were more obvious and would come a little closer to look, while some were more reserved and just watched from a distance.
Jian Luo winked at Jian Sheng.
Jian Sheng understood immediately. He took the initiative to say to a classmate who was walking closer to him, "Do you want to come with me?"
The child being questioned was stunned, hesitating on the spot, and was in a dilemma. He was obviously hesitating. On the one hand, it was because the other party was a human being, and on the other hand, it was because he thought the stars seemed really beautiful.
Jian Sheng didn't rush anyone.
After all, handmade things are all about having fun, and it’s fine as long as everyone is happy.
Seeing Su Liang cutting colored paper, Jian Luo suddenly had an idea and walked over to Su Liang and sat down next to him: "Mom, I've seen how to cut window paper-cuts in a book before. Let me show you how to cut them."
Su Lianghao asked curiously, "Window paper-cuts?"
"Um!"
Jian Luo recalled how to cut window paper-cuts during the Chinese New Year, and after thinking it over several times in his mind, he began to cut them.
Fold the paper in half and start cutting the edges with scissors. It looks irregular and even bumpy. It is really unsightly, like a child's play.
Su Liang was also a little worried: "Luoluo..."
Jian Luo gave her a soothing smile. Finally finished, he unfolded the paper cutting and cut out a very simple flower from the specially selected red paper. He picked up the window paper and said to Su Liang, "How is it?"
This is considered a traditional Chinese paper-cutting art. Jian Luo was born in the countryside and his family had no money to buy Spring Festival couplets. During the New Year and other festivals, they would just make a few large pieces of red paper. He relied entirely on his own skills to create, so he knew quite a lot of patterns.
Su Liang's eyes lit up: "It's really beautiful!"
Jian Luo smiled and said, "There are many more ways to play."
The two people playing here naturally attracted other people's attention. Most of the children could still maintain their resistance to the stars, but the magic of paper cutting made many people unable to resist.
Especially Jian Luo, who likes innovation the most.
Gradually, cutting flowers could no longer satisfy him, so he started cutting dragons and phoenixes. These were from several noble families and also from large families with many children.
The children finally couldn't bear it anymore.
No matter if he is human or not, this is really fun!
"Squad leader, can I learn to cut the phoenix?"
"I want to cut flowers."
"This dragon is so handsome..."
Children are less sensitive to human rejection. Teenagers don't have that many worldly thoughts and will come over to watch if they think something is fun.
When the head teacher came over, he saw that the classroom was bustling with activity, a scene he had not seen for a long time. In previous years, parent-teacher meetings were always dead silent. Not to mention parent-teacher meetings, even during normal breaks, not many children would gather together to play in such a lively manner.
I still remember the last time it was so lively was when Jian Sheng transferred to the school and gave everyone potato pancakes he brought from home. He was the first human child in the school.
He is enthusiastic, generous and positive.
Human beings are like a flame, illuminating the stagnant water of the entire class.
So the head teacher chose Jian Sheng to be the class monitor. This child showed a surprising sense of responsibility and ability, which refreshed his inherent impression of human beings.
"Well, is everyone's craft finished?" The homeroom teacher coughed lightly and said, "If you are, please hand it in. We will grade it later."
The colorful paper-cuts and little stars were very beautiful, and the children all took them in their hands.
Jian Luo casually asked his younger brother: "What score do you want to give?"
"Oh, our school will soon be holding a joint sports meet with other schools. There will be grading, and only classes with high scores can participate in the sports events." Jian Sheng explained to him, "There are many factors to be considered for the grading, and our performance at the parent-teacher conference will also count as one of them."
Jian Luo seemed to understand: "Then...then how will it be graded?"
Jian Sheng was also very patient with his brother: "Just vote. For example, didn't we just do a craft? There is a voting system on the school intranet. The class or individual with the highest votes can participate in the sports meet."
Jian Luo propped up his chin and asked, "Is it really that important whether or not to participate in the sports meet?"
Jian Sheng was stunned. He looked at Jian Luo with some surprise at first. After all, this kind of thing is known to everyone who has been to school. But when he realized that Jian Luo really didn't understand, he explained thoughtfully: "Yes, it's very important. These things will be added points when you graduate. The school may even assign you a good position because of them."
so good.
Jian Luo suddenly became interested: "Then how many votes do you have? I will vote for you."
Jian Sheng felt a little embarrassed. He opened the intranet link and showed it to Jian Luo: "I have 13 votes now."
The rankings on the website are different, and their handicrafts are also online. Jian Sheng has very few votes, and there are already many real-time comments below:
"Looks good, how come it's a human?"
"This thing is nice. Is it made by humans?"
Of course, there are some friendly ones:
"It's really nice, really beautiful."
"Your class's handicraft this time is really good."
Jian Luo looked at his brother's pitiful number of votes, flipped through a few pages of other people's votes, and quickly found something suspicious. He pointed at someone on the list and said, "This person only has 5 votes. How come he is ranked so high?"
There are a total of one thousand pages. Jian Sheng and his class are on page eight hundred. This person with only five votes is actually on page five hundred. Is this scientific?
Jian Sheng tilted his head and explained obediently, "It depends on the voting account weight. Dark Star's household registration is divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D. The household registration level of the great nobles is SSR. Although this student only has 6 votes, he has an SSR relative who voted for him."
Jian Luo clicked on the classmate's work column and found that it was just a perfunctory piece of white paper.
In comparison, the children in their class worked hard to cut paper and fold stars by themselves, but they were surpassed just because a noble gave them a thumbs up?
Jian Sheng comforted Jian Luo: "Brother, it's okay. I'm used to this kind of unfair weighting. Our class is used to it too."
The level division of Dark Star is very strict, and the classes are also divided into levels. Jian Sheng's class is the lowest level F class.
The better the class, the more likely it is that the students will have relatives and friends with high account weights, so students in Class F will be crushed without even trying hard.
The head teacher said: "We have a very high ranking this time, and we may have a chance to participate in the sports meet!"
Jian Luo looked up.
The scores on the big screen were rising. After paper cutting and origami were launched, they were quickly seen by many people and their rankings were rising.
Jian Sheng also laughed: "We are ranked 700th. If we rank in the top 300, we will have the opportunity to participate in the sports meet."
Jian Luo comforted him: "Yes, yes."
With children standing nearby:
"There's no way we'll have a chance to participate in the sports meet."
"Yes, classes above D level won't give us a chance."
"yes."
If Jian Luo hadn't come to school, she wouldn't have known there were so many twists and turns.
The head teacher said on the stage: "Okay, okay, stop talking, we are ready to start the meeting."
The children looked at each other and went back to sit down.
Next came the formal stage of the parent-teacher meeting. The head teacher briefly summarized the previous semester and talked about the students' daily lives. During the speech, the ranking kept changing and finally squeezed into the top 400.
Jian Sheng's eyes lit up: "We have 200 votes now."
Originally, the children had no hope, but the ranking increase was so great that it inexplicably gave many people hope, and several parents were also happy. Just when the parent-teacher meeting was about to end, the ranking on the screen began to change again.
Class F was squeezed out with 80 votes.
Regarding the weight issue, some aristocratic households voted.
…
The whole class was quiet.
Jian Luo sat on the chair, propping up his chin and thinking for a while: "It's time to fight for the household registration..."
These days, who isn’t a relative?
The author has something to say: Lu Shifeng: "It's finally my turn."
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