The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 134 0134. What should I draw? (4)

The days are just like this, joking around happily.

The first semester of the fifth grade has also passed two unit exams.

Not surprisingly, Class [-] of Grade [-] ranked among the top three in terms of overall performance.

The homeroom teacher Shen Qing couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear.

Because of the good grades in the class, since Shen Qing led the third class, her salary has been rising.

Seeing that he is about to catch up with those veteran teachers.

However, it will definitely not exceed, and may even stay at this level of treatment for a long time in the future.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to those veteran old teachers.

After the results of the third unit test were counted, Zhuang Xinian was tricked by Zhuang's father, an old man who started to cheat children.

Because Zhuang's father reported Zhuang Xinian to a children's painting competition.

Obviously there were two months to prepare, but Zhuang's father had to wait until there was only one month left before telling Zhuang Xinian.

When Zhuang Xinian found out about this, she almost shut Father Zhuang out!

Is this still dad?

This is a pro, a cheating daughter, a father, right? !
This competition is at the district level, and then goes up to the city level, the provincial level, and finally the national level.

Of course, I didn't go abroad, just comparing various provinces and cities in China.

Because painting is divided into two schools, Chinese painting and Western oil painting, it can be regarded as an invisible contest, but Zhuang's father didn't tell Zhuang Xinian these things, because he didn't want his daughter to bear too much pressure.

He just told her to draw a picture with his heart and hand it over to him within the time limit, so that he can take it to the competition.

Therefore, these days, Zhuang Xinian was so worried that he couldn't sleep because of this matter.

To put it in a very popular saying now: worry about baldness!

This is very serious for Zhuang Xinian!

The little girl belongs to the kind of person with thin hair. If she is bald, how many years will it take to raise it back!
The last time I went camping, because those people plucked a few strands of her hair off, she just cut people's hair in a mess, which shows how much she loves her own hair.

However, you still have to concentrate on class during class, and you can't delay class because of this competition, which Jiang Shaoheng will never allow.

In fact, Zhuang Xinian would not be so timid.

It's just that she has just learned to paint, and she has only learned it for more than four months at most, and she used to paint casually. Although she was praised by the people around her, it doesn't mean that Zhuang Xinian knows herself well. He floated up without self-knowledge.

Besides, there is a Zhuang father at home who is ready to hit Zhuang Xinian anytime and anywhere, so that she can have a basin of cold water to calm her down when her blood is boiling.

No matter what, Zhuang Xinian would not be too arrogant.

Zhuang Xinian's anxious look, Zhuang's father also noticed it.

So Zhuang's father talked to Zhuang Xinian many times, telling her that this is just a small competition, you don't need to take it too seriously, just draw casually as before, and the level of drawing casually in the past is quite good , even if you can't get the second prize and the third prize, it is enough to get a commendation award.

Every time Zhuang Xinian told Dad Zhuang "I got it" and "I got it", but she couldn't get over that knot and the feeling of panic, so there was nothing she could do.

This kind of thing can only be solved by yourself.

　Stomach pain.

　　Ask for votes.

　　Happy reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)