Xu Lie glanced at her.

Su Hao looked back at her, and said, "Don't get me wrong about it and I'm having Zhuang Keningke has nothing to do with you."

Du Kang was stunned, not paying attention to the eye contact between the two: "Aren't you too lazy to be too lazy last semester?"

Su Hao raised his chin: "Teacher, girls are fickle, I'm going to be a life-and-death now."

"Originally, the teacher was thinking that our school usually changed its class committee once a year. The overall performance of this group of class committee members in our class was also good last semester. We will be re-elected this semester and wait for the third year of high school to be elected..." Du Kang paused and looked at Xu Lie, "Hey, Xu Lie, did your school class committee change one semester or one year?"

Xu Lie blinked slowly: "One semester."

"Why do your teachers change their term in one semester?"

Xu Lie thought for a while: "Give more people the opportunity to show their style."

Su Hao: "..." God's mother shows her style.

"This is how, is it because our school's education system is too backward?" Du Kang nodded, "The teacher turned around and discussed with the class monitor. But Su Hao, the teacher doesn't like to do a one-man show. The teacher really recognizes your ability to draw, but Zhuang Kening has been working diligently last semester and can't find any faults. The class committee member will eventually pass the class class. Do you understand the teacher's meaning?"

"I understand, I am willing to compete fairly with the original Propaganda Committee."

*

News of re-election of the class committee soon spread in Class 7.

The original class committee members were basically top talents in various fields. The entertainment committee members were good at playing music and singing. The sports committee members were playing track and track, and the labor committee members sweeping the floor was comparable to that of professional hourly workers. These people were basically willing to do so. When those students who were ready to go, they stopped when they could not beat them.

So in the last class class on Friday, there were not many people participating in the election, and it was a process that took a long time. The original class committee members went to the podium to deliver speeches, and their postures were very relaxed. Occasionally, a few students who came to play the club also expressed the mentality of giving casual try.

The people of Class 7 looked at it and felt a little confused about what the necessity of the class committee election was.

It was soon the last position, and the campaigners of the publicity committee took to the stage.

As the former class committee member, Zhuang Kening took the lead on the podium, looking extremely nervous.

The classmates in front of them all gave speeches without any manuscripts, and she talked a few casually, but she even brought a dense speech and read them solemnly.

"When I was a propaganda committee member last semester, I organized and completed five blackboard newspapers, and in various school-level activities..." Zhuang Kening counted his contributions on the stage, and it seemed like he was trying hard to win everyone's impression points. He talked for a full ten minutes.

Someone below couldn't understand why there was a leopard chasing her behind her?

Until Zhuang Kening bowed and stepped down, a voice rang out from the back of the classroom: "Is it finished publishing? Is there anyone there? I'm on it."

Everyone turned around and saw Su Hao standing up with a palette in one hand, holding a handful of water chalk, and carrying a bag of paint jars in the other hand.

Everyone who was sleepy when they listened to Zhuang Kening's speech stood up.

"Damn!" A boy took the lead and shouted, "Go up! Sister Su!"

Du Kang, who was sitting by the podium, also smiled and waved to her: "Come up."

Su Hao looked at the paint bucket with clear water in advance: "Doctor-in-law, please help me?"

Xu Lie picked up the paint bucket, helped her move it to the podium, and then walked back to her seat.

Su Hao put out the painting tools on the podium, lowered his head to make preparations and said, "I won't talk about it anymore. I'll give you some time to write the paintings and boards. You can just do your homework below."

She adjusted the paint on the palette in a few seconds, turned around and raised her pen, and a trace of thick ink and heavy color was rendered on the blackboard.

Someone below reacted slowly: "Damn what homework you do? Is the future master here to draw a live broadcast for you, hurry up and use your phone to record it! You may be able to sell a bride price in ten years!"

Du Kang coughed when he heard this and glanced at the students who took out their cell phones.

Everyone calmed down and built a thick stack of textbooks on the desk, and found a tricky and low-key angle to take a picture of Su Hao's back.

Su Hao said "It takes some time", but after delaying such a little effort to put on his phone, one-quarter of the blackboard was already full of color.

Su Hao was quick-witted and pulled a beautiful side lunge to adjust his posture and body height at any time. He held a pen with his left and right hands at the same time and started working. He also held a pen of different types in his mouth, and rotated with the two on his hands from time to time. The ups and downs were dazzling.

"Oh my god, is my eyes automatically turning on twice the speed?"

"Is this painting or martial arts? Looking at this gesture is like watching a martial arts movie. Can't this brush really fly?"

"I don't know if the pen flies or not. I feel like I'm going to fly. I don't know why I'm so excited, as if I'm watching a movie..."

"Why are you so fucking vulgar? Can't you say you're watching the Olympics?"

Ten minutes passed, and the painting first showed its appearance. Someone saw a few signs below: "Hey, is the theme of this newspaper flower?"

"Yes, look at the back of the classroom."

A group of people looked back and saw the newspaper paintings written by Zhuang Kening.

This time the theme was selected as "Spring Flowers Blooming", and Zhuang Kening drew a field of flowers and piled up a large pile of pink and purple.

The following discussion became lighter because of the presence of the parties—

"There is no harm without comparison. Suddenly, I feel that the painting behind is very vulgar and petty, and the color is obviously the same. Why is Su Hao's rendering so beautiful? It was a very vulgar color, but the high-end coldness she felt when she painted it."

While discussing, the people below watched the paintings on the blackboard gradually take shape.

It was a mountain flower picture overlooking the view. The panoramic view was full of the momentum. Even if time was tight, Su Hao still had the time to pick up the small trumpet brush to describe the details quickly and lightly. From the initial random stroke to the last meticulous outline, people were envious and stunned.

At this time, no one remembers that this girl had bad grades and misconduct.

Pick up the brush and she will shine.

The bell rang out, Su Hao finished his pen on time, turned around, patted his hand with paint, and smiled at Zhuang Kening, whose face was as white as paper.

The mountain flowers are blooming in the painting, and the purples are colorful, while she stands outside the painting with a flying spirit and shines brightly, and the arrogance in her eyes is brighter than the spring light.
Chapter completed!