Zhang Qing raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Liu Yuying's hostility towards her has always been unfeeling, and even if there was a mistake in today's dress, she suspected that Liu Yuying had done something, but she didn't expect her to say thank you to herself at this time?

When the two practiced together for a while, although they didn't communicate much except for practicing, Zhang Qing could still see that Liu Yuying was a relatively arrogant girl, and the relationship with her classmates might not be very harmonious.

Although I deliberately cooperated with her in the performance just now, I didn't expect her to express such a statement.

Zhang Qing glanced at her seriously, the little girl's face still had a hint of unwillingness and shyness, and when she saw Zhang Qing looking at her, her face turned even redder.

Zhang Qing couldn't help but smile and said softly: "You don't need to thank me, I'm also for myself." ”

This is true, if Zhang Qing does not cooperate with her and the performance goes wrong, Zhang Qing will be ashamed.

Liu Yuying's lips pursed tighter when she heard this.

One of the two is in the sixth grade and the other is in the first grade, and after the end of the art show, I am afraid there will be no intersection.

Zhang Qing thought about it and breathed a sigh of relief.

She really doesn't want to deal with this kind of awkward person now, it's too tiring.

The second small art festival is a big event, in addition to this grand art show, there are many other small activities in different forms.

For example, painting, calligraphy and so on.

One day, when the teacher asked the students to hand in a calligraphy work, with no limit on soft or hard pens, Zhang Qing wrote a soft pen calligraphy and handed it in.

The festival lasted for a month, and soon after that, the final exams began.

On the day I went back to school to get my grades and had a holiday, it happened to be snowing heavily, and the snow was falling like cotton wool, and a thick layer was soon spread on the ground.

Zhang Qing held an umbrella and slowly walked to the classroom.

In the distance, I heard the laughter of a large group of students.

When I got closer, I realized that it was two classes of classmates who were having a snowball fight.

There has been such a lively scene for a long time, Zhang Qing couldn't help but stand aside, watching them laugh.

Almost all the students who arrived at the school in both classes joined the war.

"Squad leader, why are you just standing here and watching, you didn't go up and lead us to the second shift?"

The wanton voice sounded, Zhang Qing turned his head and found that it was Cheng Ling again.

Zhang Qing shook her head: "You go play." ”

It was rare for her to have such a kind face to herself, Zhou Ling couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise.

Zhou Ling often felt that this squad leader was even more annoying than the head teacher.

The head teacher can only occasionally meet him a few times when he is naughty and bad, but because of the class leader, his every move seems to be all under her surveillance.

Her eyes were so beautiful when she laughed, but when she stared at herself, it always made him feel empty.

So unconsciously, he always wanted to fight against her.

Although most of the time, when Zhang Qing's eyes were glared, his legs and hands became soft and weak.

Seeing Zhang Qing's good attitude at this time, Cheng Ling boldly stepped forward and grabbed her: "Squad leader, you are our squad leader!

He pulled Zhang Qing and threw Zhang Qing's umbrella aside, and soon joined the battle.

Zhang Qing was still dodging at first, but when she was hit by the other party's snowball, she looked at the laughing children around her, and couldn't help but be infected, so she raised a snowball, and threw it at the other party without looking at it.

The smile on the corner of Cheng Ling's mouth suddenly became more open.

Snowballs flew around, and later, everyone couldn't recognize who their opponent was, so they just threw a ball of snow with their eyes closed.

Zhang Qing hasn't played like this for a long time.

It should be said that since she was reborn, although she has started to be a child again, she is not even as simple and wanton as an adult in her previous life.

And today's hearty snowball fight seems to have brought her back to the feeling of being a child.

It turns out that being a child can be so simple and enjoyable.

Unconsciously, Zhang Qing's mood seemed to change again.

The turbid aura that had been pressing on her heart slowly dissipated.

It wasn't until the bell rang that the children realized it was time to enter the classroom.

Zhang Qing's hands were red from the cold, and he didn't feel it when he was playing in the snow, but when he eased up, he only felt that the outside of his hands was cold, but the inside was hot for bursts, and it felt extremely uncomfortable.

Her face was also red from the cold, and her hair was a little messy.

But when he saw Cheng Ling's eyes, he felt that she was better looking than ever.

"Squad leader, your umbrella. ”

He was forgotten by Zhang Qing and rolled up his umbrella and placed it on the table in front of Zhang Qing.

"Hey, are you two reconciled?" Zhang Qing's fellow Bai Xiaonan said strangely.

Zhang Qing was stranger than him: "When did the two of us quarrel?"

"Hehe," Bai Xiaonan's eyes rolled, "That may be my mistake." ”

But I secretly said in my heart, when did the posture of the two of you finding fault with each other all day not like a quarrel?

But he can't say this, if he says it, and the two who finally reconciled fall out again, won't he become a sinner?

There was almost no quiet time for the children, and it was not until the head teacher Cui Jiajia entered the classroom that the children were completely quiet.

"The first place in our class this time is still the class president, Zhang Qing," Cui Jiajia began to announce the final exam results, "Her Chinese and mathematics are all full scores, come, let us congratulate her!"

Under her leadership, the whole class clapped their palms vigorously.

Zhang Qing was a little embarrassed and lowered her head, she felt that she was bullying the child again.

However, in Cui Jiajia's eyes, she felt that Zhang Qing, a child who had achieved such good results, was not arrogant or impatient, which was really rare.

After announcing the results, Cui Jiajia asked people to send the test papers, and ordered two more classmates to go to the office to get them to the winter vacation garden.

After arranging the winter vacation homework, Cui Jiajia did not announce the holiday, but took a deep look at Zhang Qing and said, "You come with me." ”

Zhang Qing followed Cui Jiajia all the way to the office.

There was a stove in the office, and it was much warmer as soon as I came in.

Calling Zhang Qing to him, Cui Jiajia pondered her tone and said, "Zhang Qing, did you write the calligraphy homework you handed in last time?"

All the paintings and calligraphy works submitted by the students during the festival will be awarded finally.

The awards are divided into junior and senior groups, with grades 1 to 3 being the junior group and grades 4 to 6 being the senior group.

When the judging teacher saw Zhang Qing's calligraphy work, he thought that the work of the senior group had been accidentally mixed with the work of the junior group.

Because the hand brush is so beautifully written, the pen is powerful, and the pen is as smooth as flowing water, and it is impossible to practice it without a few years.

It's the work of the senior group, and it's rare to see such an excellent one.

The judging teacher thought about it and was about to give it to the judging teacher of the senior group, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the payment behind him: Zhang Qing in the first grade class.

This was written by a first-grade elementary school student? How is that possible!