The King of Roll attacked A masterpiece

When the school asked to sign up for the art festival contest.

Only Qin Si, my classmate, joined me.

The difference is.

Qin Si signed up on his own initiative.

And I was registered by my mother.

In class.

Meet the envious eyes of everyone.

Qin Siting stood up gracefully and helped his broken hair to his ear.

"Teacher, we all have a lot of work. In this case, I just can dance jazz, which means that our class has a place."

The head teacher looked at her admiringly and nodded happily.

"Well, you can compete on behalf of our class this time“

The voice is still on.

The head teacher glanced at the application form on the platform.

He frowned and hissed.

"Wu You also signed up? What are you going to do? Do you discredit our school?"

Wu You is me.

The class burst into laughter.

People looked at me with exaggerated expressions.

Unveiled sarcasm.

"The dead nerd also signed up for the art festival? Did she go on stage to perform for five minutes and make a set of papers“

"Don't say that. What if she comes on stage and eats beer bottles raw? After all, her lenses are as thick as the bottom of beer bottles."

"Don't you really say that her family is so poor that she can afford to wear competition clothes? I think she wears school uniforms all the year round."

"Yes, competing with school flowers will lower the average face value."

In the face of the voice of ridicule.

The head teacher pushed the glasses on his nose.

"This is the art festival competition held at the municipal level. Each class has only one quota. Although everyone is expected to sign up actively, I still think that students without art skills should try not to participate."

I pushed my black glasses without expression.

Thick glasses like the bottom of the wine bottle, thick bangs, bookworm, poor and ugly.

It has always been set by me at school.

It is also the personnel set up by my mother.

I stood up and said calmly.

"While encouraging people to sign up for the competition, they also asked ordinary people not to participate. Isn't that a contradiction, teacher?"

The head teacher choked on me and was a bit embarrassed.

Qin Si, the school flower, also looked at me in surprise.

Then said with a sneer.

"Of course, ordinary people have the right to pursue their dreams."

"Although Wu You can do nothing, her courage is still worth encouraging, isn't it? Teacher, let her participate in the competition, just be my partner."

For a while, Qin Si, the school flower, was kind and generous, and was willing to help her classmates spread their reputation throughout the class.

And my 'clown jumping off the beam, sensationalism' people are also basically settled.

The head teacher had no choice but to give a cold grunt.

"Of course, you can enter the competition after you submit the application form. Don't say you are my student when you lose face."

I shrugged my shoulders helplessly.

Shame? It doesn't exist at all.

The first chapter of the novel "The King of Volume Comes" ends.