Xu Yaoguang knew that he would have to redo the posters later. He was still a member of the Student Union and the posters would be handed in next semester. He and several officers of the Student Union would give the evaluation tomorrow morning.
Xu Yaoguang looked at the stick drawing on the blank space on the blackboard. The lines were simple and smooth. It was a Q-version character that looked lifelike and vivid.
Xu Yaoguang felt that the Q-version character's expression was somewhat familiar, but he just couldn't figure out who it was.
The other person drew very quickly and effortlessly, and a simple figure was successfully sketched in almost an instant.
The coloring is also very bold.
This requires painting skills.
Xu Yaoguang had never thought that he would see a painting of this level on a bulletin board.
The person depicted had her back to him, leaning sideways, with black headphones on her ears, the headphone cords swaying slightly with her movements.
She stepped back, seeming to observe the figure she had drawn.
Xu Yaoguang stood at the door of the classroom for a long time. When he took a step back, he saw her face turned to the side.
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The other person was nonchalant, playing with the headphone wire in one hand, holding a piece of chalk in the other, and tilting his head to admire the picture he had drawn, looking a little cynical.
The slightly narrowed eyes moved lightly and slowly.
Xu Yaoguang's heart trembled violently.
That was Qin Ran.
Most of his understanding of Qin Ran was that she had poor grades and didn't study hard. Her handwriting was like that of an elementary school student. During class, she either lay on the table or read an extracurricular book.
She reads everything, novels, foreign books, magazines.
These are all well known to the people in Class 9.
Xu Yaoguang took a step back and pursed his lips. Seeing that Qin Ran seemed to turn around to look for chalk, he did not go in to get his coat. Instead, he glanced at Qin Ran and turned around and went downstairs without saying a word.
“Why are you here so late?” Xu Yaoguang found a black car on a small road beside the school, got in, and then went to the Enyu Hotel. Principal Xu turned his head to look at him.
Xu Yaoguang came back to his senses and whispered, "Go back to class and get some things."
Principal Xu nodded and said nothing more.
He did not sit down first, but looked at Cheng Juan and Lu Zhaoying who were sitting next to Principal Xu. He was stunned for a long while: "Master Juan? Master Lu?"
Cheng Juan held the teacup in his hand, his slender fingers pinching the lid to skim off the foam, lazily and casually.
Lu Zhaoying didn't like drinking tea, so he was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows: "Young Master Xu is also in Yuncheng."
Cheng Juan is not very old, but he is the son of Mr. Cheng, and has a very high seniority in the capital. Everyone who knows him calls him Master Juan.
"I suggested that he transfer here." Principal Xu asked someone to serve the dishes and smiled slightly.
There must be something fishy about this matter. Cheng Juan nodded and didn't ask any more questions about other people's private affairs.
Halfway through the meal, Cheng Juan leaned back in his chair with his hands on the table, "Mr. Xu, I heard rumors at school that you gave a recommendation letter to a little girl."
"Yes," Principal Xu smiled, his eyes far away, "more than one."
"More than one?" Cheng Juan played with the cup and raised his eyebrows.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Principal Xu shook his head, obviously not wanting to say more.
Cheng Juan didn't ask any more questions, but Lu Zhaoying couldn't hold it in. He took a sip of wine and said, "Then Mr. Xu, who is the successor you said you were looking for last time?"
Old Xu was melancholy, shook his head and said nothing more.
Lu Zhaoying felt like he was being tickled by a kitten, but Old Xu refused to give in, and he couldn't force him.
Xu Yaoguang was eating the whole time, so he couldn't join in the conversation between these people.
But when Lu Zhaoying mentioned the successor, he suddenly looked up and looked at Old Xu, pursed his lips, and was a little bit unbelievable. He clenched his fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
After the meal, Mr. Xu and his companion left first.
Lu Zhaoying stayed with Cheng Juan for a while longer.
Manager Wang brought over a lunch box, and Lu Zhaoying carried it, and the two of them took the elevator down.
At the door, Lin Jinxuan and Feng Ci came in. They wanted to talk about something. Coincidentally, Lin Wan and Lin Qi also wanted to invite Feng Ci to dinner.
As an investor of Lin Jinxuan and the son of Mayor Feng, this was enough to make Lin Wan and Lin Qi cautious.
Mayor Feng has always been a very upright person and does not attend dinner parties easily. It is also difficult to get in touch with the Feng family, so Lin Wan and Lin Qi both attach great importance to this opportunity.
Feng Ci was also a little surprised when he saw Cheng Juan and the other two. He paused and said, "Mr. Lu."
The tone is quite respectful.
As for the two titles "Mr. Lu" and "Mr. Jun", he was not in that circle in the capital and did not dare to call them that.
Cheng Juan was used to being domineering in the capital, so he didn't say anything at this time. Only Lu Zhaoying smiled and responded to Feng Ci.
They weren't that familiar with each other, so they just said hello and left.
After everyone left, Lin Jinxuan spoke, "Those two just now..."
"The Cheng family and the Lu family in Beijing." Feng Ci lowered his voice.
Lin Jinxuan took a deep breath, and after a long while, he calmed down and expressed his understanding.
Only after visiting the capital city did I realize that it is a place full of dragons and tigers. Anyone walking on the street might be someone you cannot afford to offend. The Lin family is not worth mentioning in the capital city.
This is also one of the reasons why Lin Jinxuan insisted on starting a business.
"Brother, Brother Feng." A light voice came over. Qin Yu was waiting anxiously upstairs. She went downstairs, took Lin Jinxuan's arm, and looked out the door thoughtfully, "Who were you talking to just now?"
She had just gotten off the elevator and was only able to see two figures from a distance.
Feng Ci even bowed slightly, quite respectfully.
That was Feng Ci, the son of Mayor Feng, a person even Lin Jinxuan had to avoid.
"Two acquaintances." Feng Ci didn't say much to Qin Yu, but just smiled slightly.
Qin Yu followed the two people into the elevator and couldn't help but look back.
Upstairs, seeing Madam Feng sitting next to Lin Wan, Feng Ci was stunned: "Mom?"
Madam Feng rolled her eyes at him, then looked at Qin Yu with a smile: "Yu'er, come here and sit with your aunt."
Obviously, he likes Qin Yu very much.
Lin Wan and Lin Qi looked at each other, somewhat surprised.
**
The next morning, No. 1 Middle School.
As soon as I entered Class 9, I heard a sound that almost exploded. It was morning reading time, but there were a lot of people gathered around the windows and doors of the class, most of them were girls.
Qiao Sheng frowned, kicked the door open, and said irritably: "It's so noisy."
"Fuck, fuck, Master Qiao, you're finally here!" The boy sitting at the same table with him leaned over, very excited.
"What?" Qiao Sheng glanced over and touched his short hair.
As they were talking, more and more people gathered at the window and door.
The boy raised his chin and looked back, his face red, just like in a pyramid scheme: "Look back, look back!"
At the same time, members of the Student Union went from class to class with notebooks to check scores.
Starting from senior year of high school.
"President, what's going on in your class?" someone asked Xu Yaoguang in a low voice.
Qin Yu seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of her lips curled up. She followed Xu Yaoguang with a notebook in hand. Seeing the grand scene of Class Nine, she turned around and smiled: "Maybe the poster is well drawn."
As she spoke, she took the notebook and walked into Class Nine through a path made clear by the crowd.
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