He's doing handicraft again

In May, after the beginning of summer, the weather starts to get hot and dry.

In room 603 of the men's dormitory, Jiang Xin was sitting obediently at the desk and finishing the project.

The sixth and seventh floors of this male dormitory building are all senior students who are about to graduate.In more than a month, they will leave the building, and the two floors will be completely silent by then.

But now there is nowhere to go.

Because many people have rented houses outside, and some have not even been to school since the start of school.

There were originally four people living in room 603. After entering senior year, Mo Suijian and Hua Zheng found an internship in the same company.

Since they often had to work overtime until late at night, they simply shared an apartment near the company.

Li Yufei was traveling around the mountains and waters. It should be said that after entering senior year, he basically traveled all over the country. It was a good name for passing the gap year ahead of time, so that others would be envious.

—

Kneading the translucent white ultra-light clay into rice grains, Jiang Xin carefully placed the rice grains in row n and column m.After pressing his thumb and index finger, he felt that his fingers were going numb from rubbing.

—He regretted that he had chosen this subject.

Jiang Xin majored in animation at the University of Posts and Guizhou. In his senior year, he chose the research group of tutor Wang Huai.

Instructor Wang Huai’s task for Jiang Xin’s class is to produce stop-motion animations with the theme of “breakfast stalls”.

Because Jiang Xin likes to eat rice balls, he decided to build a rice ball stall.

—he regretted his decision.

Jiang Xin, who cheated himself with his life, even designed a plot where the rice bucket was overturned, and he had to pinch a pile of scattered rice grains.

—He regretted setting up this plot.

But it's useless to regret it, Jiang Xin still has to work obediently.

The sunlight outside the window passes through the glass window and then through the glass, forming a light spot on the table, which slowly rotates and deforms as time goes by.

The rice grains were finally squeezed enough, and because of their very small size, these rice grains dried very quickly.Jiang Xin swept the neatly arranged rice grains into an acrylic box without hesitation, and other ingredients such as fried dough sticks, grilled sausages, tenderloin skewers, seaweed, bean curds, etc., as well as tools such as rice buckets, rice spoons, and chopping boards were already prepared.

Holding the box containing the fruits of his hard work for nearly a month, he went to his mentor's stop-motion animation studio.

In the studio, senior Guo Yangxu and senior sister Shi Ruonan are stationed there. They are graduate students under Wang Huai's supervisor.

The two of them also set up a WeChat group to bring in the senior students under the mentor's hands, so that everyone can communicate.

Before Jiang Xin went, he greeted his seniors and sisters in the group.

In the studio, the instructor prepared a unified shooting background for the students, with mottled walls, bluestone brick pavement, and a broken tricycle dedicated to the breakfast stall. Of course, these are all scaled down.

This is also to save the time of the senior students, and they don’t have to worry about making scenes. After all, they still have a lot of things to do besides the completion of the senior year.

"Student, you made these things so exquisitely, didn't you spend a lot of time?" Shi Ruonan couldn't help admiring when he saw that Jiang Xin put all the tools and materials needed for making rice balls on the broken tricycle.

Jiang Xin smiled politely at his senior, bowed his head and continued to work.

"Shi Ruonan, you are always so kind and soft-spoken every time you come here, especially when you see Jiang Xin, who is cute and good-looking." Guo Yangxu couldn't help but hate her.

"Can you talk less nonsense? Still not working?" Shi Ruonan's tone was aggressive, but her shyness was revealed by her reddish face.

Guo Yangxu went to adjust the tripod in desperation, and asked his junior: "Jiang Xin, which angle do you want to shoot from? Looking down or facing down?"

"Looking down." At this moment, Jiang Xin was taking out a box of sausages. The sausages were a bit messy, so he straightened them out one by one.

"Wow! This sausage is made of oil, it looks like it has just been fried out of oil." Shi Ruonan wiped away the saliva that didn't exist, "I really want to eat it!"

"Because it is coated with varnish, it looks shiny. Varnish is the transparent nail polish used by girls, and it is not edible." Jiang Xin replied sternly.

"Hahaha, junior, you really know how to tell bad jokes." Guo Yangxu adjusted the tripod, and then teased Shi Ruonan, "Your acting skills are a little exaggerated, and you have to continue to practice."

Shi Ruonan couldn't complain, and started to help Jiang Xin turn on the lights.

Guo Yangxu brought a few more iron stands, and together with Jiang Xin, set up the two clay hands that made the rice balls.

Everything was ready, Jiang Xin checked his script and the storyboard and started shooting.

The three of them cooperated tacitly with each other, and quickly finished shooting the materials Jiang Xin needed.

—

After editing the video, writing the thesis, and using PPT for the defense, Jiang Xin didn't know what to do for a while.

He didn't want to go out to find a job, he didn't want to go out to play, and he didn't want to go home.

When I was doing nothing, there was a message on my phone to remind me that it was Bi Shequn.

Jiang Xin clicked to see——

Wang Huai: Everyone uploads their works to the video website, and the number of comments, likes and favorites of the video will be converted into scores and recorded in the final grade.

Jiang Xin was surprised: Teacher, you don't think I have nothing to do so you made this request, right?

He replied "received" like everyone else, and then began to regret for the day.

I thought I chose this subject because I could do handicrafts in a fair manner, but why did God play with him like this?

Jiang Xin finally chose a pumpkin video website that has no members and does not need to watch advertisements, and uploaded his own video.

Failed to upload, prompted to register an account first.

Registered with Jiang Salary.

If the upload fails, you will be prompted to answer the question first.

Jiang Xin answered these 100 questions with a certain degree.

The upload is interrupted. It is recommended to watch the instructional video first.

Seeing that this time it was not mandatory, Jiang Xin forked it out and clicked "upload".

If you fail again, I will not pass it on, Jiang Xin thought angrily.

This time it finally worked.

After uploading the video, Jiang Xin fell into the embarrassing situation of having nothing to do. Seeing that there was still some ultra-light clay left on his table, he continued to play with it.

—

Time passed quickly, and it was time for the defense of animation major in Guizhou University of Posts and Technology.

In the defense classroom.

Jiang Xin explained the source of inspiration and the production process of Bi She to the PPT, and then played the stop-motion animation he carefully produced.

After the broadcast, Jiang Xin stood on the podium, waiting for questions from the teachers.

"Why did you choose to do the topic of 'rice ball'?" asked the teacher who was in charge of grading the graduation defense.

Jiang Xin: "Because... I like to eat."

Teacher: "Then what material did you use to make these props?"

Jiang Xin: "Ultra-light clay."

Teacher: "Why did you choose this material?"

Jiang Xin: "Because...it's cheap."

"And the finished product is light... easy to carry." Seeing that the teachers didn't speak, Jiang Xin could only hold back another reason.

teacher:……

Jiang Xin: ...

Coming out of the classroom, Jiang Xin looked frustrated.

It seems that there is no way to do an excellent project, and it is too scumbag to answer the questions by yourself.

But it should have been expected, I have always been not good at words.

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On the second day after the defense ended, tutor Wang Huai sent a message in Bishe Group——

Wang Huai: Post your video URL, I will count points.

Jiang Xin had long forgotten about this. He opened the pumpkin video, copied the link, and sent it to Bi Shequn.

When he was about to delete the pumpkin video, Jiang Xin found that there were 99+ message reminders in the upper right corner.

Jiang Xin glanced at the data under his stop-motion animation——

111 likes! 55 comments! 99 favorites!

No!dare!Mutually!letter!

Could it be?Is there hope for an excellent completion project?

With ulterior motives in mind, Jiang Xin opened Bi Shequn again, and secretly clicked on the links of other students.

Jiang Xin fell silent.Jiang Xin is sour.Jiang Xin shut himself up.

Excuse me, excellent completion.

—

at the same time.

Jiangjing Junior High School, the principal's room.

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, I think I trusted you when I handed over the mathematics of Class 1 and Class 2 to you. But what about you, take a look at the average score of the final math this time!" The headmaster had a look of resentment.

"Principal Luo, give me another semester, and I will—"

"It must be something. You also guaranteed at the end of last semester that you would be able to raise the average score of the two classes. But what happened? The average score of last semester was 2 points lower than that of other classes! What about this semester? A full 4 points! I will be the principal After so many years, I haven’t seen a class with such a difference in average score! Given another semester, are you going to be 6 or 8 points worse than other classes?” The principal blew his beard and stared.

"The front is the arithmetic sequence and the back is the geometric sequence..." Teacher Xiao whispered.

"You are still poor with me! As soon as the final grades came out last semester, many parents clamored to change you. Who made sure that you continued to be the math teacher of Class 1 and Class 2?"

"It's the principal, you..."

"But you really disappointed me, alas!" the principal patted his knee and sighed.

"Okay, then I'll pack up and leave. Principal Luo, if you tell those parents to fire me, they should stop making trouble."

Teacher Xiao, also known as Xiao Yuan, intends to advance by retreating.

"That's not enough. After all, your ability is obvious to all. In this semester's mathematics open class, the leaders of the Education Bureau praised you for your innovative consciousness, and you have a very good grasp of the rhythm of the class."

"Wonderful praise." It seems that the principal is still reluctant to let me go, Xiao Yuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.After all, if I lose my job, I have to go out to find a job in the hot weather at the end of June, what a pain.

"So I plan to let you use this sense of innovation in other subjects. Teacher Zhao, you know, he is going to retire, and our school does not plan to recruit another person. I plan to let you take his place."

"Ms. Zhao? What does he... teach?" Xiao Yuan usually only communicates with the teachers in the same office, and really doesn't know Mr. Zhao, and he is about to retire.

"You, you, you!" The principal became angry again, "You have been here for a year, and even the teachers at the school don't recognize you!"

Xiao Yuan lowered his head slowly and kept silent, promoting the spirit that silence is golden.

"He teaches the labor skills class, and the labor skills class for the new junior high school next semester will be handed over to you." The principal explained helplessly.

Labor skills class, isn't that just a paddling class?No need to prepare lessons, no need to write lesson plans, no need to approve homework, and most importantly, no need to calculate the average score!

Xiao Yuan thought: This class is simply tailor-made for me!

"Do you agree?" Seeing that Xiao Yuan was still silent, the principal thought he had objections.

"Yes, sir!"

Xiao Yuan paid a four-faced salute, and leisurely left the door of the principal's office. Looking back, it seemed that this was the same time last year, when he entered Jiangjing Junior High School.

—

Before graduating, Xiao Yuan was bored and passed the teacher qualification certificate. In addition, he was handsome enough to appear on the talent show. For Jiangjing Junior High School, it can not only improve the average appearance of the teaching staff, but also balance the teachers. The male-female ratio of the team was very low, so his arrival was warmly welcomed by the teachers and students of the school.

As for why Xiao Yuan chose to be a teacher?In fact, it's just for the winter and summer vacation...

He researched the recruitment website and found that teachers still had the most fake ones.

Seeing that other students were 996 while they were still interns, Xiao Yuan instantly lost interest in those high-tech positions.

Life is short, salary or something, enough is enough.

When choosing what kind of teacher to be, Xiao Yuan once had a difficult time.In fact, he wanted to be a university teacher the most, but the education requirement for a university teacher was to start with a Ph.D., so he was too lazy to study further.High school teachers are under too much pressure to enter higher education, and students below elementary school age are too young and the generation gap is too big, so after thinking about it, junior high school is the most suitable.

It just so happened that Xiao Yuan happened to see that Jiangjing Junior High School was recruiting math teachers when he was in his senior year. It was in the same district as Xiao Yuan's university town, so it was convenient to move things.The most important thing is that the school provides board and lodging. You don’t even have to look for a house, and you don’t have to worry about what to eat for three meals a day.

So Xiao Yuan, a terminally ill patient with lazy cancer, immediately submitted his resume, and the school immediately arranged for an interview. The two sides exchanged a few words when they met——

The interviewer and principal Luo Xiao thought to himself: That's him.

Xiao Yuan also made up his mind: this is the school.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Jiang Xin: I'm about to graduate~

Xiao Yuan: It’s time for a holiday~