"So far in our class, whether it is a tug-of-war competition or a can stacking competition, the results have been good. Especially the can stacking competition has also won the first place, so we are quite close to the award of the best art class." The head teacher solemnly pushed. I took off my glasses and continued: "But everyone should have heard about it. The activities in the next few days are not important. Now the most important thing is to arrange the blackboard newspaper. So, I want to leave you all to discuss the blackboard newspaper. Thing."

An Chuxia only noticed that the few who were left are usually good at drawing. Although Philia looks silly, she actually won a big comic award. And she was left because the writing on the board was okay.

"We have a chance to get the best art class?" Philia's eyes widened excitedly, as if the best art class was the most delicious food in the world.

"What is the best art class?" asked a student who didn't know the same as An Chuxia.

Philia glanced at everyone, and then said: "You don't even know this, you are really pretending to be a Stelan!"

Everyone became impatient: "Can you tell me?"

Philia quickly put away the pretended high coldness, and said with a smile: "The best art class every year, in addition to the class can get a pennant, you can also get prizes. Finally, what is this prize... same."

The curious classmate hurriedly asked: "What was it last year?"

Philia touched the little braid he wore during the self-study class, and said with anticipation: "Last year, every student could get a one-month exemption card for skipping class."

"Oh my God! One month!" Everyone couldn't help but grow their mouths in surprise.

This is undoubtedly the most helpful reward for students.

Sure enough, Stellan just doesn't take the usual path...

"Ahem." The disregarded class teacher coughed dryly and said: "The exemption card will definitely not be used as a reward in the future, because our school will start to capture the admission rate. However, this reward will definitely not be too light. I I went and took a look. So far, our class's scores are leading, so everyone has to think about the blackboard report."

Everyone agreed in unison until the head teacher left, and they discussed what the reward would be this time.

"Okay, let's stop talking, let's plan the section first." Said the art committee who has always been in charge of the blackboard newspaper.

This time the title of the blackboard newspaper is "Static".

This is a difficult problem. Jing can feel it with her ears, but how can Jing see it with her eyes? Everyone argued over and over, and some said, simply go for the concise style and write a big "fine" word directly. Some also say that simply paint a quiet forest with gouache. It was also suggested that it was to draw a night sky.

However, the plan was not finalized in the end.

However, the time was almost up to the normal school time. Seeing that the literary and art committee could not discuss one at a time, they simply disbanded everyone and asked everyone to think about it when they went home.

Everyone agreed and left with their schoolbags, leaving An Chuxia alone.

Han Qilu was still training at this time, so she took out her homework to do it. Naturally, she will not assign homework these days. What she did was the homework she had left during the hospitalization period.

The sky gradually dimmed, and I only heard the sound of "swishes" on the paper. Outside the Steinan College, the green lights were flooding the sky with red lights flashing one after another, lighting up one beautiful pattern after another, and the traffic was constantly flowing on the road, and the level of excitement was not inferior to that of the day.

The phone that had been adjusted to vibrate suddenly vibrated, and she was taken aback by such a silent night. When she took out the mobile phone under the table, she realized that it was seven o'clock.

It's Han Qilu's call.

She slid down the answer button, put down the pen in her hand, answered the phone with one hand and sorted things with the other.

Han Qilu opened his mouth and asked, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the classroom." An Chuxia said, everything is almost ready, she hurriedly picked up her schoolbag and continued: "I'll be here soon."

"En." Han Qilu didn't say much, and hung up the phone.

An Chuxia walked to the school gate in three steps and two steps. Han Qilu was leaning against the car, and Han Guanjia stood aside respectfully.

Of course, Liu Dongyu was also with him, he was laughing and talking to Han Qilu.

"Young grandma is here." The housekeeper Han saw her sharp-eyed first, and greeted her a few steps, reached out to take the schoolbag in An Chuxia's hand, and said respectfully: "Have you been in the classroom?"

"En." An Chuxia nodded: "I have made up the previous assignments."

Housekeeper Han nodded, saying nothing.

Later, An Chuxia learned that Liu Dongyu originally wanted to participate in the training of the basketball club. Due to his good physical strength, he soon became the main member of the basketball club. But Han Qilu forbade him to train today, and only let him sit on the side. He was not allowed to ride a bicycle after the training, and he was forced to go back together in a car.

Liu Dongyu couldn't help but Han Qilu, so he had to agree. When he was laughing and joking, he said, "I'm not from a girl's family. You all treat me as a girl."

Butler Han didn't ask why Liu Dongyu went back with the Han family's car. Today, it happened that the housekeeper Han drove to pick him up, so Liu Dongyu sat in the passenger seat.

The car moved smoothly, and it was now at the end of the evening rush. The long traffic was like a colony of ants trying to return to the cave before it rained heavily.

Han Qilu seemed to be fighting with his eyelids, dozing off constantly, and suddenly heard a "right", which was said from An Chuxia. The sleepers flew instantly, turning his head and looking at An Chuxia in surprise and asked, "What are you calling? What's right?"

An Chuxia had been thinking about the blackboard newspaper before. She naturally didn't care about rewards, but she still had a strong sense of collective honor. It would be a good thing if the class can get the award for the best art class.

She yelled just now when she suddenly came up with a good idea.

This idea is a story from a book I read when I was young. The story is that a king is collecting paintings showing tranquility, and one painting is finally selected by the king. The mountains are painted in the painting, the sky is full of dark clouds with lightning and thunder, and the heavy rain is like a note. On the cliff on the side of the big mountain, the waterfall flew down.

This seems to have nothing to do with "serenity" once, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a bush in the rock crevice behind the waterfall. In the middle of the bush, a bird is lying quietly in its nest listening to the sounds of nature. .

Quietness is not necessarily something that seems quiet.

It's like a quiet night sky. If the night sky is crowded with traffic, the harsh sound of horns can almost drive people crazy.

And the real static should be the painting in the story she thought of.