Reborn As a Top Student In the 1990s

 Chapter 106 The blackboard newspaper was destroyed

Chapter 107 The newspaper was destroyed

Fang Qing completely ignored Li Xin's attitude and finally finished the blackboard newspaper before dark despite the cold wind.

Looking at the completed design on a wall, Fang Qing suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. After admiring it for a while, he couldn't stand the cold wind, so he rolled up his things and ran back to the dormitory.

 After class was over the next morning, Fang Qing found the publicity cadre of the student union and asked to review the pictorial.

 But when a group of people came to the newspaper with their cameras, they were all blinded.

“Fang Qing, please explain to us, what does this mean?”

　　Fang Qing looked at the wall of blackboards that had been scrawled, and even his voice trembled, "How...how did it become like this?"

 The original newspaper on the wall was not only daubed beyond recognition, but also splashed with water! In today's weather, even if the ice on the wall is removed, the layer of frost on it will make it difficult to continue painting!

Fang Qing's nails dug into her palms. She knew that someone must be deliberately retaliating against her, but at this time, it was useless to say anything. The student union officials behind her were still waiting for her reply, and she had to give an explanation.

Fang Qing took a deep breath and turned around, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I've really finished the painting."

“Minister, we passed by here before, and we did see that Fang Qing’s blackboard poster was basically completed. Someone should have deliberately destroyed it. Since the blackboard newspaper is destroyed, we might as well think of other plans..."

That student was on good terms with Wen Ning and wanted to help cover up the matter and let it go, but the cadres on the side did not agree.

“At the beginning, their painting club promised with all their heart, but now it’s like this and they can’t even think about it? Then if we have any activities in the future, everyone will just deal with it casually, how can we carry out the work of the student union?”

Fang Qing saw everyone quarreling, thinking of countermeasures in his mind, and stepped forward to plead with the Propaganda Minister.

“I still have a remedy, but please give me two more days. I will complete the task before the school anniversary.”

The minister glanced at her in surprise, "Classmate, this is not a time when showing off will be useful. I advise you to think about it again."

Fang Qing's mind was spinning rapidly, and finally he nodded seriously, "I'm not trying to show off. This is the work I promised to complete, and I will definitely complete it on time."

 At this time, there are still three days before the school anniversary. It is impossible to make a chalkboard report, so we have to find another way.

Seeing her firm eyes, the minister was about to refute but suddenly thought of Wen Ning. His mind changed and he nodded, "Then I'll give you two more days. If it still doesn't work, we can only remove this piece."

Fang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and hid in the activity room and worked overtime all night.

Others saw her hugging a lot of thin boards for a while, finding a lot of foam for a while, and running up and down the activity room many times without knowing what she was doing. Everyone knew about the destruction of Fang Qing's blackboard newspaper. Some people sympathized with it, while others watched it, but no one believed she could complete the task.

Looking at the mess of foam at her feet, Fang Qing tried again and again. Either she got the wrong cut or miscalculated the size. Her repeated failures put her in a state of collapse.

“No, no…Hey, why is it so difficult…”

Fang Qing was hungry and sleepy, and the continuous high-intensity work had already made her irritable. Now she had to do it all over again, in a way she had never tried before, which was a huge technical and psychological challenge.

Fang Qing kicked everything away irritably. She felt like she was about to explode. After walking back and forth in the room a few times, she pushed open the window.

The cold wind rushed in, blowing away the dejected air in the room. It also made Fang Qing's mind slowly clear up and he gradually calmed down.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars in the sky seem to shine especially brightly in the winter night. Fang Qing looked at the starry sky, and Wen Ning's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes.

 “Hey, do I miss you so much?”

Fang Qing was lying on the window, thinking about everything about Wen Ning.

If he is by your side, he will definitely hold you in his arms, rub your hair to comfort you, then clean up the messy house, put things in order for yourself, and accompany you to cut bit by bit...

"Wen Ning, when will you come back..."

Looking at the starry sky, Fang Qing felt very aggrieved, and his eyes began to moisten unconsciously.

She had never noticed Wen Ning's influence on herself before, and now she has only been more than ten days. Her thoughts on him have made people breathless.

When she got up early and left the building, Fang Qing felt that there should be Wen Ning's figure under the tree. He smiled and stepped forward to hold her hand and put it into his pocket. When he went to the canteen to get food, Fang Qing looked at the people coming and going, and suddenly She doesn’t know how to prepare food; even after evening self-study, she feels that something is missing around her. The journey that used to be short is now so deserted and long...

Fang Qing closed his eyes and called Wen Ning's name over and over again in his heart, then wiped the water from the corners of his eyes and continued to dive into the foam.

 In the early morning of the third day, Fang Qing stretched himself comfortably while looking at the works on the ground.

This time, in order to prevent further vandalism, Fang Qing did not move outdoors immediately. Instead, he asked the propaganda director to come to the activity room for inspection.

　　Seeing the foam paintings on the ground, the Propaganda Minister was very satisfied, and finally Fang Qing changed his mind, "I didn't expect that you still have a chance, but how can you put this on the wall?"

Fang Qing explained the method in a few words, and the minister finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, let's do it this way. As soon as the school anniversary is over, this thing can be taken off."

Fang Qing didn’t need to worry about what happened next. Because he was afraid of being vandalized, the Propaganda Minister found a few students and carried the foam prints to the activity room of his club.

The day before the school anniversary, Wen Ning finally returned to school after the competition. As soon as he heard about this, he put down his luggage and came to see Fang Qing.

“Fang Qing, the president of your family is back and he’s downstairs!”

　　After struggling for several days, Fang Qing had a cold and was sweating while holding the quilt. When he heard this, his head no longer hurt, and he ran downstairs wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket.

 “Brother Ning!”

Fang Qing suddenly jumped into Wen Ning's arms. The biting cold air on the tip of his nose and the familiar smell of Wen Ning made Fang Qing's lonely heart finally feel full.

"Why did you come back? It's been almost twenty days..."

 Wen Ning hugged the person in his arms tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head, using his hands as a comb to gently smooth Fang Qing's long hair. His formerly cold face was now filled with a satisfied smile.

“Sorry, something went wrong temporarily, so the game time has been extended. Are you in a hurry?”

Listening to the ridicule in Wen Ning's words, Fang Qing used to change the subject without answering, but today she nodded honestly.

 “Well, I miss you.”

Wen Ning didn't expect Fang Qing to answer so straightforwardly. He was stunned for a moment, and then his ears turned red visibly until it spread to his face.

Fang Qing saw that he was silent for a long time and thought he didn't hear. He wanted to raise his head and say it again, but Wen Ning held him firmly in his arms.

 “Brother Ning, what’s wrong with you?”

 “Ahem, it’s okay, it’s a bit cold, let me hold you for a while.”

 (End of this chapter)