Inside the classroom.

Ling Yixi was sorting out the materials to prepare for the blackboard newspaper, while Wen Wanning was assigning tasks.

In the end, Ling Yixi and Xie Chi, who were good-looking, wrote the content of the blackboard newspaper.

She can draw by herself, so she is responsible for drawing and enriching the blackboard, so that the blackboard is only as monotonous as words.

As for Fang Yichao and Yu Xiangheng, they helped to wipe the blackboard with their hands or something.

Because Fang Yichao really doesn't know anything, Yu Xiangheng is simply reluctant, it would be very good for him to come.

Yu Xiangheng sat on the chair with his hands around his chest and watched them busy.

Wen Wanning was drawing a piano, and because of the blackboard setting, the piano had to be drawn at the top, so she had to move the table and stand on it to draw.

After drawing a rough line drawing with light chalk, she began to use dark chalk to deepen the strokes.

Yu Xiangheng said faintly below: "The edge on the piano stand is slanted. ”

Wen Bangning wiped it open and re-changed.

"You're not drawing the right shadow."

Wen Bangning continued to wipe it away and continue to change.

"You ......"

"Yu Xiangheng, are you finished?" Wen Bangning interrupted him and angrily threw away the chalk in his hand, turned to look down at the boy, "You talked a lot today." ”

Yu Xiangheng raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.

She jumped off the table, "You're so capable." ”

Yu Xiangheng was indifferent.

Okay, I can't get along with her, can I? Wen Bangning picked up the chalk eraser beside her and wiped all the chalk ash on her hands.

Immediately, the chalk ash on Yu Xiangheng's face was from her hand.

Yu Xiangheng's face was dark, and he also wiped back Wen Bangling with chalk.

He's really not that naïve, since he followed Wen Bangning, a stupid person.

"I think you just rely on your mouth, but in fact, you are a scumbag." Wen Bangning provoked him, "If you are angry, you will fight back with a chalk eraser." ”

Wen Bangning, whose face was covered with chalk ash, sprayed ash when she spoke, and Yu Xiangheng was disgusted and stayed away from her.

"Wait." He went to wash his face, and when he came back, he showed off his skills.

He wiped away the piano that Wen Bangning had originally painted.

Wen Bangning was so angry that she finally finished the painting, and she was wiped clean by the dog.

"Why did you wipe it?!" Wen Bangning blushed in a hurry.

Yu Xiangheng didn't reply to her, just stared at the blackboard and didn't start writing for a long time.

Wen Bangning sarcastically mocked him: "I don't have the ability, I still wiped mine, I deserve it." ”

Yu Xiangheng pinched the pink chalk at his fingertips, listened carefully to Wen Bangning's words, and didn't ...... Not. He had a sudden burst of inspiration.

He began to draw line drawings, but Wen Bangning didn't understand what he was drawing.

Gradually, a mold was drawn, and it was plum blossoms.

Yu Xiangheng wants to paint plum blossoms?

After he finished drawing the edges, he began to chalk the plum blossom petals with pink, carefully for fear of drawing the edges.

I didn't expect the dog to be quite delicate, and I thought that people with bad tempers were very arrogant. Wen Bangning stared at Yu Xiangheng in a daze.

After Yu Heng finished drawing, Wen Wanning gave him a thumbs up, "It's okay, dog." ”

Yu Xiangheng raised his head proudly.

He painted plum blossoms in the corners of the blackboard, and the white fluttering snow painted in white chalk, making a few half-blooming plum blossoms appear more tenacious and unyielding, blooming alone in the bitter cold.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. Wen Bangning thought of Wang Anshi's poems.

She added this poem to the plum blossoms.

Eh, she's also a cultural person, and she can actually write poetry.

Yu Xiangheng looked at the girl next to him with contempt, she was quite proud of her in elementary school.