After returning to the location of the cultural wall with Zhao Xiaomei, Bai Yaolong found that at this time, in addition to Xu Wenmin and the others, there were also some other students who were watching them run a blackboard newspaper.

At this time, the boy named Yang Zegang was using white chalk to outline the outline of the basic pattern of the blackboard newspaper according to the bottom plate drawing, and after he and Zhao Xiaomei walked in, Zhao Xiaomei patted Xu Wenmin's shoulder and said with a smile: "Wenmin, how is it doing?" ”

Xu Wenmin glanced at Bai Yaolong, and didn't know why the two of them met, but he smiled disapprovingly, pointed to the blackboard and reported: "Look at it yourself, Yang Zegang is painting, and the painting is quite good." ”

Of course, Zhao Xiaomei also knew that Yang Zegang liked Xu Wenmin, but Xu Wenmin didn't know it.

At the same time, Zhao Xiaomei actually has a very good impression of this Yang Zegang, not to mention that his grades rank in the top fifteen in the class, and the family conditions are also good, it is said that his father drives a big truck, and his mother sells tea on the street, which can be regarded as a "middle-class family" in the class.

The height is online, and the personality is also lively, but the only regret is that the person is not very good-looking, but overall, he is still a good person.

"Hey, Yang Zegang, what are you drawing?" Zhao Xiaomei walked into the blackboard newspaper and asked Yang Zegang, who was still standing on a bench painting.

After Yang Ze heard Xu Wenmin's words praising himself just now, he actually felt very beautiful in his heart.

Now when I turned my head and saw so many people watching me, my heart was also full of expressiveness, and I hurriedly told me how to conceive, how to layout, how to color, what kind of style it embodies, and what kind of humanistic customs it sets off.

His voice was so loud that it seemed to be giving a speech, and even a scumbag like Bai Yaolong had to admit that he spoke very well, which shows that he was indeed very attentive to this matter.

But his perfect performance also made Bai Yaolong discover a fact, that is, even if he is a traverser, it does not mean that he is the protagonist of this world.

In this world, there are still many talented people with stories, as long as you have ideas and are willing to put your heart into it, then you are the protagonist of a small story.

In addition to the people who ran the blackboard newspaper, there were other onlookers of men and women, such a high-stage speech made Yang Zegang's sense of honor burst, and from time to time there were classmates asking questions, which raised his image as an artistic youth.

Girls love more than they love their appearance, although appearance is very important, but talent is also an important plus, otherwise why would the beautiful teacher Cang, whose former boyfriend would be a chubby comedian.

Bai Yaolong drank mineral water, and also looked at the beautiful scenery of Baijing Town painted by Yang Zegang, I have to say that although there is still only one outline and no coloring, this Yang Zegang does have the talent to paint, and he is indeed a scumbag in front of him in terms of cultural achievements.

"It's okay to draw, I just want to ask, what is the white ribbon that falls from the sky in the upper left corner?" After listening to him, Zhao Xiaomei pointed to the upper left corner of the blackboard and asked.

Yang Zegang turned his head to look at what she was pointing at, and then turned around and said: "Oh, you said there, that's because the theme of our blackboard newspaper is to highlight the culture of our hometown, and we will write two legends of Baijing Town in a while, so I plan to draw a giant dragon falling from the sky here to show the artistic conception of one of the legends." ”

"What legend, to draw a dragon?"

Zhao Xiaomei and Xu Wenmin are not from Baijing Town, in fact, their village belongs to another town, but that town came to Baijing Town to study because it was too young and did not have a middle school, so they don't know much about some of the humanities in Baijing Town.

"The Legend of the White Dragon! Jin Ling told us, but I didn't seem to have heard such a legend since I was a child. ”

Yang Zegang is not a native of Baijing Town, he moved from the countryside to the town after his father found money in the fourth grade of primary school, and he can't tell some history and culture about Baijing Town, and he is a boy, and he is not interested in these ethereal things.

He said this sentence flatly, but after Bai Yaolong heard the word "Legend of the White Dragon", he squirted out all the mineral water in his mouth.

The reason why he made this reckless move is also very simple, his nickname is "White Dragon", Zhao Shuo called him this way when he was a child, and now he hears such a stupid legend, how not to make his brain cramp.

Moreover, in his previous life, because he had feelings for Bai Jingzhen, he had come here many times to travel and live, but he had never heard such a legend, and after the brain cells were spinning rapidly, he subconsciously guessed that this would not be made up by Jin Ling (of course, it only took a few tenths of a second to think), so he squirted out the water speechlessly.

"Cough, cough, I'm..." Bai Yaolong coughed indecently in front of everyone because he was choked by water, which made everyone turn their eyes to him in confusion, and he quickly realized that he was too sensitive, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, you continue." ”

Then he turned his head and glanced at Jin Ling, but saw that she snorted to himself, so he ignored himself again.

"What is the legend of the White Dragon, I grew up in Baijing Town, why haven't I heard of it, you say come and hear it." A boy next to him who was watching the excitement touched his head and asked with some uncertainty.

Yang Zegang saw that someone was suspicious, but he didn't panic, because he knew that Jin Ling was really a child who grew up in Baijingzhen Middle School, and he would definitely not talk nonsense.

And he actually raised this question, but Jin Ling said that it was all handed down by the old man, and now they are advocating the construction of the four modernizations, who will talk about these feudal superstitious things, so it is normal for you not to know.

Therefore, Yang Zegang learned Jin Ling's tone and replied unhurriedly:

"It's normal that you don't know, this is all handed down by the old people, and now everyone still talks about these feudal superstitions, so don't talk about you, I grew up in Baijing Town, and I don't know." In order to increase his convincing, Yang Zegang also forcibly added a layer of BUFF to himself, boasting that he was also a small-town person.

"Okay, then let's hear it, what kind of legend is this." The boy didn't want to argue, after all, who would dare to guarantee that there would be no such ethereal things.

Yang Zegang saw that he had another opportunity to speak, cleared his throat, and explained the story that Jin Ling told him: "A long, long time, a long, long time ago..."

This time, Yang Zegang's B bar was higher, because in order to attract everyone's attention, he deliberately cleared his throat and danced like a conductor.