Before demolishing the awning, the academic affairs director Mr. Lin first asked the principal to watch it alone. Wan Changsheng painted this mural for his alma mater for free.

Even if this time is just a simple resuming, Wan Changsheng, who has spent three years of high school here, should still regard this place as his alma mater.

The principal then presided over a ribbon-cutting unveiling ceremony.

The entire mural is covered with golden satin. The seven or eight thousand students and hundreds of teachers gathered in the school all stretched their necks and curiously.

A considerable number of students have seen the drawing process of this painting. Perhaps many of them are most impressed by the graceful beautiful girl with buns, but they still know roughly what they are painting.

But now I am a little curious. Has there been a big change after finishing the drawing?

Almost half of the repeater class account for, but most of them are impatient and pay tens of thousands of yuan to repeat the class. Every minute and every second is so precious. Why do you have to waste your time standing here?

Many people keep holding books and looking down and not reading them.

Until Wan Changsheng was invited to the rostrum, someone was sharp-eyed to find a male and female student following him: "Huh? Isn't that Xu Daizi? Why did he follow the art student?"

"Is it strange? He has been going to make a pilgrimage every day during this period. He has long said that he wants to learn to play with the girl with that art student. He is so stupid!"

"Haha, I earn 300,000 yuan a year like him, and I want to learn this too."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh? He did it, we still say it was amazing. After passing 700 points every year, Qingjingping would not go to it. He took a bonus of 300,000 yuan as a signboard every year. What's the point of saying?"

"Haha, I'm sure he is, and I'm willing to do so. After finishing college, I may not be able to find a job with an annual income of 300,000 yuan. How many years have you been doing."

"It's been almost four or five years, tsk."

Wan Changsheng turned around and advised the gray-haired boy and the girl wearing glasses: "Just do it later, just do it. The principal asks for cooperation and you don't have to take it too seriously."

The girl looked at her toes with her hands and lowered her head, but she didn't say loudly, but she forced herself to be careless: "If you should respect teachers and education, respect them. I really want to learn from you. Even if I re-study them for another year, I will go to the Academy of Fine Arts. I hope you will be my...the strongest backing, please."

I feel like I'm a little bit gritting.

Xu Chaohui, who was called Xu Daizi, only had excitement on his face: "It is necessary to become a disciple. Should I give a red envelope? Should I give the tipped red envelope together?"

Fisherman quickly looked at the boy next to him, and might feel that it was a bit difficult to accept this guy as his senior brother, especially the way Tiexue was called strangely, so he quietly moved half of his body.

The principal Hongguang looked full of his face: "The top scorers in 72 industries have been there. Wan Changsheng has been away from No. 2 Middle School for more than two years. He has never slacked off after lying on firewood and tasting gall. Therefore, this year he broke out from the battle between more than 100,000 people and won the championship in one fell swoop. He won the top scorer in professional examinations nationwide. So I hope it will be an inspiration for everyone. Every industry needs you to become the top scorer and become the best talents. This is the purpose and concept of our No. 2 Middle School... Please invite Wan Changsheng..."

The applause scene of thousands of people was really like a storm passing by the water of the pond, causing a rippling wave.

This is the feeling when Wan Changsheng walked onto the podium. In fact, it was only one or two meters taller than the densely packed student arrays on the playground below. They could usually do a stage performance temporarily, so he was not under much pressure. He smiled and thanked him for nodding to signal the principal. After standing on the microphone on the temporary podium, he was obviously the same blue and white sports school uniform as all students, but standing there was a confident calm and brightness, which was more gentle than before, and seemed to have some sharpened sharpness.

This caused many students to secretly raise their mobile phones to take photos. This is the kind of senior brother I yearn for in my heart.

Of course, Jia Huanhuan didn't have to raise his cell phone, but his eyes were not as intoxicated as before, because just looking at Fisheryan, who was standing behind Wan Changsheng's shameless expression, his eyes became brighter.

Wan Changsheng wanted to recruit two apprentices according to the requirements of No. 2 Middle School. She must know this, and even knew that this senior high school girl really likes to draw, not having any personal feelings for Wan Changsheng, but this seemed to be confirming what Du Wen said.

There will be endless variety of excellent girls, can they all use bamboo strips to make them?

Or maybe they all looked at it with anger?

I'm afraid I'll get sick if I hold it in.

The light of the traditional literary character of Wan Changsheng is forged, indeed cannot be stopped: "The ancient saying says, "The major affairs of the country are in the military and worship. What does it mean? War and sacrifice are equally important. Only when the military strength is strong enough can the country be protected from war and chaos. Only when the spiritual condensation work of sacrifice is done well can the country's internal affairs be undisturbed. Drawing is part of the sacrifice. I have been painting in temples since I was a child, and the temple is an important part of sacrifice, which makes the hearts of the elders and villagers feel something. There are gods on the table, knowing what is the simplest etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame, good, evil, beauty, ugliness, and this is the use of painting, so I know what I do is beneficial to people around me... But..."

Wan Changsheng turned around and pointed at the huge mural. He only needed to look at him. Fisherman immediately jumped up and stood beside the golden silk. Xu Chaohui was stunned for a moment before running to the other side to follow him. He almost grabbed it, shocking Teacher Lin, who acted as the commander-in-chief.

This fool is a fool!

Wan Changsheng faced the huge playground that was almost silent: "I have been staying in the temple, and you have been staying in school, but we have to walk out of the ivory tower and into society, and look up at the outside world. It is not just the college entrance examination, only books, and only our own narrow world. The exam is just a stepping stone, allowing us to enter a higher hall and come into contact with a wider world. So, in addition to thanking No. 2 Middle School for its cultivation, I also want to give it to all the students present. You can be pursuing your future for yourself, or you can feel the thought of serving the country and draw your sword to get rich and strong... Only when the country's economy develops can the people be rich and the country is strong, so that we can have the right to pursue our hobbies freely. Thank this era."

When he bowed deeply, the principal applauded vigorously and unexpectedly signaled the audience to the audience. He responded to this speech that was beyond the eyes of his peers and nodded to Teacher Lin. It's OK.

Teacher Lin quickly squatted in the back corner and urged the two top students. This time Xu Chaohui was not stunned and pulled off the silk with Fisherman.

The redness of the wall suddenly jumped into everyone's eyes.

Even though many people have seen it during the process, they still exclaimed in surprise when facing the huge gesture of completing the work.

How to describe this kind of red? It is different from the red on the national flag and is not so solemn. Here is a bit of a jumpy sunshine red, and there is even a change in sunlight spots. The ancient and thick wall bricks have an irresistible vitality red!

Wan Changsheng, who has never seen the palace, must not be able to feel the difference between this kind of red and palace red.

But now it has become the perfect contour for more than a dozen characters in the front.

Such bright red and such a large area can't suppress the characters in front of you.

There was a moment of illusion that the teachers and students standing on the playground felt that there were suddenly more than a dozen people on the stage, and they were busy walking around.

It seems like a sitcom that is being staged there.

Suddenly, the formations of all grades and classes that were standing well were involuntarily chaotic. The one behind walked forward, and the one in front simply stood by the platform.

Later, I repeatedly looked through the surveillance video and found that the leaders were actually some teachers. I quietly moved my steps and wanted to see it clearly, so I couldn't help but lead the students to follow me.

It is obvious that the painting will always be there in the future, and there is time to read it.

But at this time I couldn't help but want to get closer and see clearly.

Even the principal couldn't help but take out his cell phone and take a short video of the crowds.

Maybe this is the charm of art...

Although they still look down on them psychologically, they cannot control their beauty in human nature.
Chapter completed!