Chapter 791: Report

"Really?" Margot raised her eyebrows, smiled and glanced at Du Jianran.
A woman like a pig is most likely to be angered in her chest, isn't it?
Du Jianran blinked his eyes with comprehension, folded his hands on his chest, and paced to Xu Niannian: "In this case, the first step is to make them uncomfortable. Did you hear that? The gym is already talking about the first year of high school. Class A took the first place in the blackboard newspaper. If you still don’t do anything, then you may not let the two of them show off in front of you tomorrow. How can the wicked succeed?"
Margot bent her eyebrows and said in agreement: "Yes, you belong to the Student Union. There is always a way to save the situation, right? Your class is second, and if they cheat, you will be the first. Of course, first is not. The important thing is that they can't show off in front of you."
Margot clenched her fists, and a few seconds later, she took out a mobile phone from her bag, took a deep breath, and pressed a series of numbers.
She would never let the two of them have a chance to show off in front of her!
"Hello? Teacher Jin? I want to report one thing..."
In the sports art hall, the lights were brightly lit, and on the stage, the principal in formal clothes was still talking about the blackboard newspaper comments on the lecture.
"It's great, our class is the number one blackboard newspaper, so...the best art class is none other than us!" Meng Xiaonan was so excited that he almost got up to it. He kept arguing and waiting for a big meal together after school. meal.
Xiao Mingluo said without losing favor: "You are so thin, so you should eat more. But, don't eat any more before going to bed. If you want to celebrate, you can celebrate together tomorrow when the awards are over."
An Chuxia nodded approvingly: "Yes, it's late. When I get home, it's almost time to sleep, and I have to come to school tomorrow."
Since the closing ceremony still has a lot of time, the school is afraid that everyone is not getting enough sleep, so the closing ceremony and the awards will be held until tomorrow. It happens that tomorrow is Friday, and school can be dismissed early after the morning awards and closing ceremony.
"Too annoying! Why are you all so disappointed!" Meng Xiaonan was full of disappointment.
An Chuxia turned her head and pulled down Han Qilu's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Han Qilu, I still think that Xu Niannian is the one who is wrong..."
"Okay, don't mention it again, trust my judgment." Han Qilu said, putting her left hand on her shoulder and moving her to his side.
Smelling the familiar smell of Han Qilu's body, all emotions were calmed at this moment, even if it was magic.
"Eh...what did the art teacher run up to do?" Meng Xiaonan asked suspiciously while looking at the stage.
The principal who was reading the comments excitedly stopped suddenly and whispered something to the art teacher who ran up. But the scene was too noisy, and they were a bit far away from the stage, so they didn't know what the two human sons were talking about.
"Strange..." An Chuxia also felt strange in her heart, did anything major happen? Can the principal stop talking directly?
Could it be... it's an earthquake!
However, this statement seems a bit far-fetched. Shouldn't the earthquake evacuate everyone immediately?
"Everyone." The principal picked up the microphone again and said with a hint of apology: "Sorry, a little incident just happened. Let me talk about it first. Someone reported that the blackboard report of Grade A in Grade A was not made by Grade A in Grade One. The students painted by themselves, but borrowed the hands of others. Because this matter is of great importance, the evaluation just now is temporarily invalidated. Tomorrow morning, the school will give the final selection results. Next, please each class, Exit in order, don't push each other.
"The award for the best art class hasn't been announced yet!" Someone in the crowd yelled, causing a commotion, and everyone responded.
The principal had no choice but to explain: "The ranking of the blackboard newspaper is directly related to the evaluation of the title of the best art class. Therefore, the class that won this award will give everyone an answer tomorrow."
The crowd booed, but the principal had already let everyone out, and he could only wait for the result tomorrow.
"Early summer! I finally found you, what's the matter? Who reported us? It's almost bloody!" Philia ran over and talked non-stop.
"Oh! Don't ask, you are fair and comfortable. Someone must be jealous of us and deliberately report indiscriminately!" Meng Xiaonan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at An Chuxia with a smile and asked: "Is it early summer?"
An Chuxia only recovered from the principal’s words just now, and she nodded slightly:
Yes, there should be someone deliberately trying to fix us. But we really didn’t let others paint.

Although she asked Suyuan for help, Suyuan hadn't even touched the paint before, she just talked about the layout of the entire painting.
"Then they won't mess around with a witness to prove that our blackboard newspaper is someone else's, right? If that's the case, we will jump into the Yellow River and we can't clean it!" Philia said, almost out of a hurry. Tears.
Everyone paid so much for this Culture and Art Week, and no one would have thought of being slandered at this time! It seemed that all the efforts were in vain.
Meng Xiaonan patted her shoulder comfortingly and said: "No, there must be evidence for this. The evidence is definitely not counted."
Xiao Mingluo sighed from the side and said, "You girls are troublesome. Isn't it just the best art class? What's so rare? Whoever wants it, wants it."
As soon as the voice fell, Meng Xiaonan slammed his foot on his toes.
Xiao Mingluo yelled immediately after the pain was so painful that he bounced out of pain.
"Suyuan didn't start painting for you?" Han Qilu said in a low voice, so that people who didn't know could hear her.
"Who is Suyuan?" Meng Xiaonan interrupted in confusion. The day Suyuan was invited, she just asked for leave, so she didn't know.
"Suyuan?" Xiao Mingluo resisted the pain, and said doubtfully: "She's not..."
"It's like this..." An Chuxia said all the causes and consequences. At the end, she emphatically said: "Although we invited Suyuan, she just told us about typesetting and painting, and she didn't participate at all. "
"It turned out to be like this..." Meng Xiaonan thoughtfully: "It's no wonder, someone must have seen a misunderstanding, and then heard that we are the first, jealous of us, so I reported it to the art teacher! I have to go Ask the art teacher who made the report!"
Meng Xiaonan said that he was about to rush to the podium. As soon as Han Qilu reached out, he grabbed her by the collar and carried her back to Xiao Mingluo's face. Feng Danyun said softly, "Control her, don't cause trouble. Every teacher has monitoring, and the school must go back to check the monitoring. When the time comes, just tell the truth. Just talk about the typesetting, this is not a violation."
When Han Qilu said this, everyone was relieved.
Ten minutes later, An Chuxia and several classmates who were responsible for the blackboard newspaper, including Philia, were taken to the principal's office. In the principal's room, several teachers are drinking hot tea.
"Principal, I've brought it." The head teacher said, he was in a position near the door, and sitting next to the head teacher was the art teacher Jin, who had received the report.
"Ah, Chuxia classmate." The principal looked a little surprised when he saw her, but he quickly calmed down. There are so many teachers watching.
"Principal, we really didn't let others paint." An Chuxia explained hurriedly.
The principal waved his hand and said, "We have already transferred the monitoring, but we haven’t watched it yet. Everyone should be aware that each class is equipped with a monitoring system with very high definition. However, before watching the monitoring, I hope everyone Can tell me the situation truthfully. I believe that the rumors are not unfounded, maybe it is a misunderstanding, maybe it is true... Well, you send a representative to tell me the truth honestly."
Fang Yuan pulled her hand and said, "Early summer, let's talk about it, your language is better organized."
Fang Yuan had said so, and everyone nodded in agreement. She did not hesitate anymore and agreed.
"Well, classmate An Chuxia, please tell me honestly about the story of your blackboard newspaper." The principal touched his chubby belly. Although the content of what he said was serious, his expression was always smiling.
For him, things in the best art class are small, but things that offend the Han family are big. He almost lost this black hat last time because of Mount An Yi, but now he has to pay extra attention.
"That's it. I came up with the idea of ​​this blackboard newspaper. I have seen a similar fable. It depicts such a painting that represents'quiet'. I think this should not be considered a violation of the rules. "An Chuxia asked tentatively.
"Of course!" The principal nodded, "Of course this is not a violation, you continue to say."
An Chuxia plucked up the courage and continued, "I immediately told our art committee after thinking of this idea."
"It's me." Fang Yuan took a step forward and said, "I thought this idea was good, but I also felt that the composition of this painting was too difficult, so I thought of a person, Suyuan. "
When the name "Suyuan" was spoken, the first person who reacted was Mr. Jin. She stood up almost immediately and asked with a bit of excitement: "What? You said Suyuan? Suyuan, this kid has been to school. Up?"
Suyuan is an extremely talented person in painting, she can be called a genius. Such a painting genius, as Suyuan's art teacher at the time, of course she was very impressed with Suyuan.
She even reached out to help when something went wrong at Suyuan's house, but Suyuan did not accept it and insisted on dropping out.
Fang Yuan was a little frightened and nodded hesitantly.
At this time, the other teachers stood up and asked seriously, "So, did you let this Suyuan paint for you?"
"No!" Fang Yuan replied decisively, then turned to look at An Chuxia and said: "Chuxia, right? You can explain, I'm not very good at talking.
If something is wrong, the responsibility is hers.