Lin Yue held a box of chalk in his hand. There were several colors: white, red, green, and yellow.
"Does Su Kai want you to inquire about my truth? I will find a time to meet him."
Last time Lin Jiamo and Zhao Ye were playing ball downstairs. When they came back, Chen Xun had a gloomy face because he was stunned by a three-pointer. Zhao Ye felt uncomfortable because Su Kai had given him an instruction -- figure it out. Whether the three-pointer was thrown in by chance or due to strength.
"Borrow a chair." Facing Zhao Ye's stunned gaze, he pulled Zhao Ye's chair under the blackboard, stepped on it, and started from the upper left corner of the blackboard to outline the boating diagram that Fang Hui had drawn before.
Originally, with his height, he could reach the top of the blackboard, but due to his posture, it was not as comfortable as standing on a chair, and comfort... would increase his speed.
This kind of reminder is almost unbelievable in the eyes of the students in the first grade of high school.
"Look, look quickly..."
"Back there, at the blackboard."
"..."
Following the instructions from several students, other students in the class looked over one after another.
Lin Yue was seen holding a piece of chalk in each hand, drawing left and right on the blackboard at the back, and restoring the erased boating plan at a very fast speed.
He doesn't need an eraser, he just uses his hands to gently scratch the areas that need to be painted, and he can express the gradient and simple shadow effects of landscape painting ink marks.
What a joke!
Doesn’t he know how to draw posters? What does this mean?
Everyone was puzzled. According to their logic, if Lin Yue could run a blackboard newspaper on his own, why should Fang Hui be involved because he must have poor painting skills.
Now, just judging from the speed of the drawing board, Fang Hui couldn't even carry his shoes.
"Fang...Fang Hui, look how much he looks like in his painting." Lin Jiamo held Fang Hui's wrist tightly with one hand and pointed to the blackboard newspaper that was gradually taking shape behind it with one hand.
Others may not understand, but Fang Hui knows better than anyone that the boating picture was originally drawn by Lin Yue, and she was the porter who transferred the drawing from the paper to the blackboard.
Jingle Bell
When the class bell rang, Lin Yue had already finished drawing the boat trip, and began to use colored chalk to write seven regular script characters in the middle: "Study in the sea, work hard on the boat", followed by an explanation of the academic motto divided by vertical lines.
Chemistry teacher Liu Kexi walked into the classroom and found that not a single student in the class looked at him. They all looked sideways at the back row.
Over there, Lin Yue threw only a third of the used chalk into the groove under the blackboard and patted the chalk dust on his hands.
"Do you know where I went just now? I went to the school guard. I know who did what happened yesterday, but I don't plan to expose it in public, otherwise you may not be able to stay in this school. Now, the erased blackboard drawing has been restored , I think...that person won’t try to wipe it off anymore.”
Lin Yue returned the chair to Zhao Ye and walked towards his seat.
Lin Jiamo quickly took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to him.
Lin Yue thanked him, took it, wiped his hands, opened the chemistry textbook, looked at Liu Kexi with a strange look on his face and said, "Teacher, you can give the lecture now."
"Oh." The chemistry teacher glanced at the blackboard and opened the textbook in his hand: "Students, please turn the textbook to page 88. Today we will talk about..."
Throughout the whole class, Fang Hui didn't listen to Liu Kexi's words. She looked back at the blackboard from time to time, and then looked at Lin Yue who was concentrating on reading, with a confused expression.
She was not the only one who was confused.
Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, Bellflower, Lin Jiamo, and He Sha... all had mixed emotions and couldn't figure out how he did it.
Painting with two hands at the same time almost copied Fang Hui's painting. What's more important is that it was completed in less than one class break. Even the art teachers in the school may not be able to do this kind of thing.
…
After the chemistry class ended, Fang Hui walked to Lin Yue's desk and said, "Thank you."
"You don't need to say thank you." Lin Yue said, "In the final analysis, it was me who caused you trouble."
She shook her head and did not waste any time on this matter: "Why didn't you come back the night before yesterday?"
"I encountered something on the way. It was already 9pm when I finished my work. I thought the lights were turned off at school and I wouldn't be able to write anything on it even if I rushed back. I thought I had enough time so I might as well put it on Monday. I'm sorry, you didn't. You must have waited too long in the classroom.”
Fang Hui shook his head: "No."
"It's fine if not." Lin Yue knew that she waited until the lights went out in the teaching building before leaving, but she was not waiting here alone.
"Lin Yue, where did you learn to draw? You completed the blackboard poster brilliantly in one big class break. Didn't you see the expressions of Ren Gaoying's group of people? If you put a duck egg in their mouths, I think they would be able to swallow it. Get down." Lin Jiamo didn't care about the unhappy looks from Ren Gaoying and others, and shook Fang Hui's arm.
"Oh, I learned it from an old man in my hometown. He would ask six or seven-year-old children in the village to copy copybooks, calligraphy and paintings, etc., and the tuition... only required two bottles of wine."
Lin Jiamo was not stupid: "This is a plot that only exists in martial arts, right?"
Lin Yue said: "Then where do you think I learned it?"
Lin Jiamo stopped talking because it sounded outrageous, but it made sense logically, because the holding methods of chalk and brushes are very similar. It is not difficult to move regular script from paper to the blackboard, and only those who are good at copying calligraphy and painting can do it. Quickly copy Fang Hui’s boating plan.
"But your hands...are like this..."
Her two hands kept making gestures, which meant that ordinary people couldn't draw with both hands at the same time.
Lin Yue was helpless at her insistence on asking the question, so he changed the subject and said, "How about following me to the school basketball team's indoor training ground tomorrow afternoon?"
"Varsity Indoor Training Ground"
"Yeah, let's go to the school team's indoor training ground."
"What are you doing there?" Fang Hui was stunned for a moment.
Qiao Ran, who seemed to be sitting upright in front of him, but was actually eavesdropping on the three people's conversation, couldn't bear it any longer. He looked back at him and said, "Are you kidding me? As far as I know, those people are not very friendly to you."
"Do you think I'm joking?" Lin Yue said, "If I don't go to the school team training ground, your good brother will have a hard time."
"..." Qiao Ran knew what this meant. Zhao Ye kept talking to the two of them about the three-pointer that day in private, and said that Su Kai had given him a task.
"I'm going with you, just in time to see the level of the school team that Zhao Ye has been talking about." Lin Jiamo said as if he had been beaten to death.
She has been able to survive despite quarreling with the whole class. She went to the second-year high school office to argue with the English teacher, and completed the blackboard report alone... She also dared to go to the school team's indoor training ground against prejudice. She couldn't find the right words other than "overwhelmed with admiration." to describe your mood.
…
"This was really drawn by a class of students"
"In a cramped classroom, the indifference of the clouds, the thickness of the mountains, the beauty of the water, and the loneliness and hardship of learning to sail on the sea are displayed, both in form and in meaning."
"The handwriting is also very good, the brushwork is smooth and natural, and the content closely follows the theme of the board painting."
"..."
The three art teachers in charge of the blackboard newspaper evaluation said as they walked around that there were twenty classes in the school from the first to the third year of high school, and the one that had the strongest impact on them was none other than the first and first classes of high school.
"I remember that last time I was in the first grade of high school, I was the last one in the grade."
Another art teacher flipped through the folder in his hand: "Yes."
"Who drew this time is the same classmate as last time?"
"Fang Hui, Lin Yue."
"Lin Yue", the art teacher in charge of the second grade of high school, shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that it was this prick again.
…
Classes are over in the afternoon.
After dinner, Lin Yue took Lin Jiamo to the indoor training ground of the school basketball team. The school team members had been practicing for a while. There were figures running or jumping everywhere, and their sneakers squeaked against the floor.
Lin Jiamo originally wanted to bring Fang Hui with her, but Qiao Ran took her away because she had agreed to go to the flower garden behind the teaching building to see lilacs.
Su Kai was confronting a player. After running and changing directions, he suddenly broke through the defense and made a handsome delivery. The ball went into the basket smoothly.
As he was running back, a player touched his arm and pointed to a man and a woman standing at the entrance of the stadium.
"Everyone stop, stop."
He stopped the practice, took the towel thrown by the players, wiped his sweat, and trotted all the way to Lin Yue.
"You are Lin Yue, right?"
Lin Yue said: "Yes, it's me."
"What do you think our school's training environment is good?" Su Kai started talking about the school team.
"Captain Su, I came to the training ground this time for no other reason than to say that you don't let Zhao Ye test my strength. I did play basketball before, and my skills are not bad. However, I don't want to play basketball in high school for three years." This sport is a waste of time, so you don’t have to pay attention to me.”
It was straight to the point, and everything Su Kai wanted to say was silenced in one sentence.
"Lin Yue, I have heard about your life experience and know that your family background is not very good. Our school team does have subsidies. Whether it is to take the college entrance examination as a sports student or to improve the quality of daily life, I think you should seriously consider it. , don’t make a decision in a hurry.”
Lin Yue said: "No need, I have made up my mind."
After answering, he turned to leave, but Su Kai reached out and held his shoulder.
"Lin Yue, if someone from the school team has said anything unpleasant to you before, I apologize to you here."
Don't mention it, this guy does have a good personality, but it's a pity that his later life was delayed by his snobbish father.
"They did say bad things, but I never took it to heart. I appreciate your kindness. Let's forget about joining the team."
Speaking of this, Su Kai naturally couldn't keep him, so he let go of his hand on his shoulders.
Lin Yue took Lin Jiamo outside.
"Captain, why are you asking him so lowly? He's the leader. He's only 1.8 meters tall. He's too short to be a defender."
"That's right. Based on what he did to Zhao Ye, we shouldn't extend an invitation to him. If we really recruit rural transfer students like this, there will be no conflicts in the future."
"..."
The people on the school team tried to persuade each other. Su Kai saw Lin Yue's three-pointer, but they didn't. And even if his three-pointer was really amazing, there was no need to accommodate one person like this.
Lin Yue didn't pay attention to what they said, because his real purpose of coming to the indoor training ground was not to stop Su Kai from recruiting him, but because he didn't want to drink. But... this time, Chang was walking by the river. Wet shoes.
