Child Bride’s Peaches and Plums Are All Over the World

As the president of the painting club in this class, Wan Zhihe is very familiar with the students in other classes who also like painting, and they often meet in private, so she finds out who is right.

When they heard that Mr. Li was going to exhibit their paintings, the little girls were very excited.

"Is there a competition?" They had never heard of the art exhibition, but they knew that there were various competitions in the academy, and painting was one of them.

I heard from parents that the academy used to hold such competitions when they were studying, asking everyone to come up with the most satisfactory painting for evaluation, and the one with the highest score can be entered into the academy record, which is very honorable.

Wan Zhihe didn't quite understand either, so she said ignorantly, "Mr. didn't say anything specifically, let me come to you to elect a few representatives, and discuss it after school."

"But the academy is about to go on holiday, is there still time to do it? This is not a trivial matter."

Wan Zhihe was silent, but Wan Si, who followed, had great confidence in Li Baolu, and said proudly: "Our husband has his own way, you just listen to it."

Except for the students from Yongmei Class, Peony Class and Haitang Class, the rest of the students were somewhat dissatisfied and said, "No matter how powerful she is, she is only as old as us. Could it be possible for the academy to hold a special exhibition for us?"

Wan Si snorted: "Although our husband is young, he is very powerful. In this exam, she has the best grades in history and arithmetic."

Everyone choked.

"An He!" Wan Zhihe gave her a warning look, and smiled at everyone: "Please forgive me for being innocent, but she is right. Our Mr. Li is indeed very powerful. Since she asked us to discuss , that probably already has a clue, why don't we elect a representative first, and listen to what she has to say after school."

"Also."

It is not difficult to choose a representative. There are only two people in a class, and there are only twenty people in ten classes. Because the class is held together, everyone often communicates in private. It is clear at a glance whose level is, but there are differences. Public voting is simple and clear. .

Twenty people were quickly selected, and when it was time to finish school, everyone ran to Yongmei's class.

Today everyone came to get their grades, and tomorrow the college will hold a meeting. The teachers and students of the school will gather together to summarize what they have learned this year. However, because the report cards and test papers are sent out early, school is also dismissed early.

It was only after the lunch break at this time, Li Baolu supported her head and nodded on the desk, and when she heard that the last teacher had also finished handing out the test papers, she took a sip of strong tea and walked slowly to Yongmei's class.

Li Baolu just wanted to borrow a courtyard of the Women's College to hold a small art exhibition, so that everyone can appreciate your paintings, give some opinions, and encourage everyone to persevere and love painting.

Their school used to do this in their previous lives when they were in college. Every week, there are not art exhibitions, photography exhibitions, embroidery, chess and other small competitions and exhibitions in the square. Interested students can go to see it.

As a calligraphy lover, she once put up those exhibits with the members, and knows the psychology of the members. As long as the things they write can be appreciated, they will be happy and get motivated.

She hoped the same with these kids.

But listening to what they are discussing now, Li Baolu realizes that her heart is still too small, the world of little girls is so vast!

"Mr. Li, the art exhibition is only showing our paintings, isn't it good or bad?"

"If you want to judge the pros and cons, how many gentlemen should you invite to judge together?"

"Mr. Li, I wonder if my family can be allowed to come to participate. If they know that my paintings are exhibited in the academy, they will be very happy."

"What if someone wants to buy my painting? If I don't want to give up my love at that time, won't I offend people?"

"If only our students from the third grade participated, then the winner would probably be decided between Wan Er and Xu Wu. The two of them have the best drawing skills. I think it's not good to have a competition without suspense. We should invite more people. I don't know if the seniors and sisters are interested."

"If the seniors and sisters also participate in the competition, do we still have any hope of winning?"

Everyone chattered and worried.

Li Baolu on the stage: ...Little girls, you think too much. This teacher didn't want you to compete, but just gave you a place to hang your paintings for everyone to enjoy.

But your proposal is good, if the nature of the competition is indeed much better.

Listening to the discussion below, Li Baolu said: "...This time, our Qingxi Academy girls' courtyard is barely ahead of Songshan Academy's girls' courtyard. If we can beat them in painting skills, then next year the No. 1 girls' courtyard in the capital will be the best It must be our Qingxi Academy."

Li Baolu: ...so ambitious!

But this is impossible, Li Baolu coughed lightly, interrupted their "ambition", and said: "The art exhibition will not open immediately, my ideal time is around the Lantern Festival, I will try my best to persuade the academy to lend the space to you, for I think your proposal is very feasible."

Seeing the little girls' eyes lit up, she coughed lightly and said, "But this is the first time we're doing this, and we're still focusing on safety, so don't even think about competing with Songshan Academy. You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step on the road. We take this first step first, and then the rest of the road can be walked safely."

"About what you mentioned just now, it is very good to exhibit paintings in the form of a competition, so how do you think about judging the paintings? Only one, and the second is the qualifications for the competition. Just now you have different opinions. Originally, I just wanted to point out Students from the Art Club of the third grade, but I just heard from you that this art exhibition is really small, so now you set the conditions for the competition. You can also discuss the rest of the details, and then record them in a book. After school tomorrow Leave it to me, and I will discuss it with the gentlemen before making the final decision."

Li Baolu smiled, pointed at the sun outside and said, "It's 2:30pm (2:30pm), and there are still eight and a half hours before school starts tomorrow. I think this preparation time is enough for you to discuss, right?"

The little girls were dumbfounded.

Li Baolu encouraged them and said: "You guys had a good discussion just now, and if you are more reliable, you can write it into a booklet and present it to me. I will give you two tips. First, the aspects that need to be paid attention to when holding a competition-style art exhibition. You can assume that your own For exhibitors and visitors, what should be paid attention to. Second, the academy has held similar competitions before, and there should be similar records in the library, you can refer to one or two."

Li Baolu smiled and said, "There are still three and a half hours until the library closes."

The little girls screamed, jumped up one after another, saluted Li Baolu hurriedly, and then ran out, not caring about their appearance at all.

Wan Zhihe only remembered after running halfway, "Oh, I forgot to take my library card."

Everyone ran back in a hurry to look through their schoolbags.

There are a lot of things in the library, and there are more historical records about the academy. It is almost impossible to find the information about holding a painting competition among so many materials.

Especially the time limit.

Books can be borrowed, but these materials can only be viewed in the library.

Twenty little girls ran into the library sweating profusely looking for materials, but the administrator didn't care about them, as long as they didn't mishandle, destroy books, or make loud noises, he usually closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Including when you ask him questions, he will only look at you with innocent eyes and will not give you any answers at all. So the little girls can only rely on themselves.

The materials of the academy occupy a whole floor and are arranged from the bottom to the roof. Except for those clearly marked by the students of previous generations, the rest are arranged in a row on the shelves, and it is up to everyone to find the classification by themselves.

An hour passed quickly, and everyone got nothing.

Wan Anhe put down the materials in her hands, and looked up at the bookshelf wanting to cry without tears. Why on earth did she have the cheek to pretend that she was a superb artist and stay to listen?

She should have gone out to play with the third sister.

Wan Anhe thought for a moment, his eyes brightened, he jumped off the ladder and ran to Wan Zhihe's side, calling in a low voice: "Second Sister, we can ask our classmates to help! They must still be playing in the academy."

School ends early today, and tomorrow everyone will go back to celebrate the New Year and get busy with their families, so the students don't want to go home after school, but meet to play in the academy.

It is also very easy to find them now, just go to places with beautiful scenery and catch one at a time.

Wan Zhihe's eyes lit up, and after discussing with the two people around her in a low voice, she said, "Five people and I will look for someone, and the rest will stay and look for them. When we find them, try to take notes and write them down. We will go back at night." Discuss again."

Wan Zhihe and the other four students divided into two teams, looking for people in two directions, and agreed that they would go back to the door of the library no matter whether they could find someone to help after a quarter of an hour.

As expected, the students were all still in the academy, and dozens of them made a group, chatting, playing games, playing the piano, playing chess and composing poems, all in all very elegant.

As soon as Wan Zhihe and the others said that they wanted to help, everyone gathered around one after another. When they heard her tell the whole story, everyone's eyes lit up, "That is to say, our academy will hold a painting competition around the Lantern Festival? How sure are you sir?"

Wan Zhihe said confidently: "Our husband's surname is Li, how accurate do you think she is?"

Everyone's eyes flashed, Li Baolu's name was as resounding as Gu Jingyun's, everyone looked at each other and said: "We are willing to help each other, I know there are still some students on the mountain pavilion, I will help you and call them down."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

So, Wan Zhihe led a group of female students to the library, and the team grew stronger as they walked. When they reached the library, there were nearly a hundred students standing behind her.

Seeing this, the veins on the forehead of the administrator of the library trembled, and he closed his eyes for the last time as if he didn't see it.

The little girls were in awe of the library and the administrators. Although there were many people, no one dared to make a loud noise when entering the library.

Everyone walked lightly and rummaged among the bookshelves. Except for the sound of flipping books, there was only the occasional voice of discussion that everyone suppressed.

The other team also brought back a group of people very quickly. With the efforts of more than 200 female students, they finally found the relevant records.

Everyone was also clever, and immediately selected the fastest writers to record, and finally copied a few small notebooks before the library closed.

When everyone came out, the sun was about to set, which was actually later than the time when they returned home, but the little girls were very excited and cheered in low voices.

Wan Zhihe closed the notebook, and said to the representatives: "Everyone, why don't you let someone go home and report the letter, so you can stay at my house tonight. Let's discuss together and come up with a charter, which will be presented to the husband tomorrow."

The representatives discussed for a while and nodded in agreement.