Chapter 67： Pin account

But this is also the matter of the Dark Stars themselves, and Jian Luo can't say anything after looking at it.

There was a child next to their table, who should be Jian Sheng's good friend. He was pasting paper by himself, and he couldn't get it after a long time.

Jian Sheng said to Jian Luo, "brother, I'll teach him."

Jian Luo has no opinion: "You go."

Jianluo is still very happy to see that his brother has friends. Children just want to play.

Jian Sheng taught in the past for a while, obviously preparing to bring his good friend a piece of origami, but unfortunately he was inexperienced and could not cut paper, so he had to look back and ask Jian Luo for help.

Jian Luo understood, stood up and walked over: "What's wrong?"

Jian Sheng raised the paper and said to Jian Luo, "Why can't the stars I cut the paper fold up?"

This is a long piece of paper that is not very standard, and it is relatively soft. Jian Luo can see where the problem is at a glance. He bends down and sits next to the two children while helping to correct the size of the paper. He said, "Don't use too soft paper for stacking, otherwise it will be difficult to stack, and the stars generally have long strips, so they should not be too wide, otherwise it will be difficult to stack."

Dark Star's children are a little unnatural to adults.

Jian Luo realized that, he took the initiative to move a little further, and then put the folded star in his hand on the table: "Well, that's it."

When choosing the paper, I specially picked a piece of golden paper. The little stars folded out are also golden, and they are very beautiful to shine in the light. The little stars are standing on the table.

Jian Sheng widened his mouth and said strangely, "It's beautiful."

His friend looked like a taciturn boy, and when he saw the stars, he said softly, "It's beautiful."

Jian Luo is also very satisfied: "Isn't it, it's very beautiful!"

The two children nodded along, but it was difficult to learn. Fortunately, Jian Luo was very patient and willing to explain more to the children.

They were sitting in the front of the classroom, and naturally some parents noticed it. Originally, everyone was at work every day, so how could they be able to do these handicrafts, but when they saw Jian Luo, they made a handicraft work, and it saved a lot of trouble. what!

The first one who couldn't hold back was a dragon clan. The dragon clan was very sensitive to the breath of the dragon clan, and naturally they were very kind to Jian Luo.

"Sir?" A young lady from the dragon clan came over, bent down and smiled: "I see that you seem to be doing handicrafts, can I learn it too?"

Jian Luo also recognized that it was the Dragon Clan, and he said decisively, "Okay!"

The child of Miss Dragon Clan is a boy with blond hair. She led the boy over and said, "I will take Xiao Kai to study together."

Jian Luo nodded and praised, "Your son is so cute."

Miss Dragon Clan came over and sat down with a chair, and shook her head: "No, Xiao Kai is not my son, but the child of my comrade-in-arms."

Jane fell stunned.

"Yeah, isn't your partner a dragon? I don't know." The lady smiled shyly: "Because my comrade-in-arms passed away, he donated his genes when he passed away. This is his replica, because the child Is he relatively young, so he can be adopted, and I will be responsible for raising him."

Jian Luo nodded thoughtfully.

They get together to do handicrafts, and because of the colored paper, the folded stars are colorful and beautiful.

There are other children in the classroom who are also attracted by the quiet, and they will all be curious to look at it. Some children are more obvious and will look a little closer, while some are more introverted and just wait and see from a distance.

Jian Luo gave Jian Sheng a wink.

Jian Sheng understood in seconds, and he took the initiative to say to a classmate who was walking closer: "Do you want to come together?"

The child who was questioned was stunned for a moment, hesitating in place, caught in a tangle, obviously hesitating, on the one hand because the other party was a human being, on the other hand, because the stars seemed to be really beautiful.

Jian Sheng did not urge others.

After all, something like handcraft is meant to be a happy one, and everyone should be happy for themselves.

Seeing Su Liang cutting ribbons, Jian Luo suddenly had an idea, walked to Su Liang's side and sat down: "Mom, I have seen how to cut window grilles in a book before, and I will show you how to cut them."

Su Hao asked curiously, "Window flowers?"

"Um!"

Jian Luo recalled how to cut the window grilles during the Chinese New Year, and after filtering it a few times in her heart, she began to cut it.

I folded the paper in half and started to cut the edges with scissors. It didn't look like it was regular or even pitted. It was really unsightly, like a child playing.

Su Liang was also a little worried: "Luoluo..."

Jian Luo gave her a soothing smile, and finally finished, he unfolded the paper-cut, specially selected red paper, cut a very simple flower, picked up the window grille, and said to Su Liang, "How is it? "

This is a traditional Chinese paper-cutting craft. Jian Luo was born in a rural area, and his family had no money to buy Spring Festival couplets. For New Years and festivals, they were all pieces of red paper.

Su Liang's eyes brightened: "It's so beautiful!"

Jian Luo smiled and said, "There are still many ways to play."

Two people playing here naturally attracted the attention of others. Most of the children could maintain their resistance to the stars, but the magic of paper-cutting made many people unbearable.

In particular, what Jian Luo likes most is innovation.

Slowly cutting flowers could no longer satisfy him, so he began to cut dragons and phoenixes. These were several great nobles, and they were also the big family of many children.

The kids couldn't stand it any longer.

It doesn't matter if he is human or not, but this is really fun!

"Monitor, can I learn to cut phoenix?"

"I want to cut flowers."

"This dragon is so handsome..."

The exclusion of human beings is relatively shallow among children, and children in their teens don't have so much worldly heart, and they will come over to watch if they find it interesting.

When the head teacher came over, I saw a lively scene in the classroom. It was a scene I hadn't seen for a long time. In previous years, the parent-teacher meeting was silent. It's going to be such a fun get-together.

I still remember that the last time when it was so lively, when Jian Sheng transferred to another school, he sent everyone the potato cakes he brought at home. This was the first human child in this school.

He is warm, generous and positive.

Humans are like a flame, illuminating a pool of stagnant water in the entire class.

So at that time the head teacher chose Jian Sheng to be the head of the squad. This child showed a surprising sense of responsibility and ability, refreshing his long-standing impression of human beings.

"Well, have everyone's handicrafts been done?" The head teacher coughed lightly: "If you have done it, hand it in. We will use it for grading at that time."

The paper-cuts and little stars are very colorful, and the children are all holding them.

Jian Luo asked his younger brother, "What's the rating?"

"Oh, our school will soon have a joint sports meeting with other schools, and then there will be scores, and only the classes with high scores can participate in sports." Jian Sheng explained to him: "The content of the scores is a lot, and the performance of this parent meeting is also counted. project."

Jian Luo seemed to understand but not understanding: "Then... what grade did you pass?"

Jian Sheng is also very patient with his brother: "Just vote, for example, didn't we just do handicrafts? There are votes on the school intranet, and the class or individual with the highest vote can participate in the sports meeting."

Jian Luo propped her chin: "Is it so important to participate in the sports meeting or not?"

Jian Sheng was stunned. He looked at Jian Luo in surprise. After all, everyone who has gone to school knows this kind of thing, but he found that Jian Luo really didn't understand it, so he explained it intimately: "Well, it's very important, graduated from school. At times, these things are extra points, and the school may assign good positions accordingly.”

so good.

Jian Luo suddenly became interested: "Then how many votes do you have, I will vote for you."

Jian Sheng was a little embarrassed, so he opened the link on the intranet and showed it to Jian Luo: "I have 13 votes now."

The rankings of the votes on the website are different, and their handicrafts are also online. Jian Sheng belongs to the few votes. There are already many real-time comments below:

"It looks good, how is it human."

"It's good, is it made by humans?"

Of course, there are also some friendly ones:

"It's so pretty, so pretty."

"Your class's craftsmanship this time is really good."

Looking at his brother's poor votes, Jian Luo turned a few pages of other people, and soon found something suspicious, and pointed to a person on the list: "This person only has 5 votes, how can he be ranked so high? "

There are a total of 1,000 pages. Jian Sheng and their class are on 800 pages. This one with only 5 votes is actually floating on 500 pages of homework. Is this scientific?

Jian Sheng hooked his head and explained obediently: "Looking at the weight of the voting account, Dark Star's household registration is divided into four grades, ABCD, and the household registration grade of the great nobles is SSR. Although this classmate only has 6 votes, he has an SSR. Relatives voted."

Jian Luo clicked on the classmate's work column, and found that it was a perfunctory blank piece of paper.

In comparison, the children in their class worked so hard to cut paper and folded stars by themselves, but they were overtaken just because the nobles gave them a thumbs up?

Jian Sheng comforted Jian Luo: "Brother, it's okay, I'm used to this kind of unfair weight, and our class is also used to it."

The classification of Dark Star is very strict, and the classes are also divided into grades. The class where Jian Sheng is located is the lowest class F.

And the better the class, the more relatives and friends with high account weight, so the F class basically does not have to work hard and is crushed.

The head teacher said: "Our ranking is very high this time, and there may be hope to participate in the sports meeting!"

Jane looked up.

On the big screen is a rising score. After the paper-cut and origami were launched, they were quickly seen by many people, and the ranking was rising.

Jian Sheng also laughed: "We are in the 700, and if we are in the top 300, we will have the opportunity to participate in the sports meeting."

Jian Luo comforted him: "Yes, yes."

With a child standing by:

"We can't possibly have a chance to participate in the Games."

"Yes, classes above D-level will not give us a chance."

"Yes."

If you don't come to school, Jian Luo would not know that there are so many twists and turns here.

The head teacher said on the stage: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it, we are ready for the meeting."

The children looked at each other and went back to their seats.

Next is the official stage of the parent-teacher meeting. The head teacher briefly summed up the previous semester, and rambled about the daily life of the students. During the speech, the rankings kept changing, and finally squeezed into the top 400.

Jian Sheng's eyes lit up: "We have 200 votes."

Originally, the children did not report any hope, but the ranking increased so much that it gave hope to many people inexplicably, and several parents were also happy. Just when the parent meeting was about to end, the ranking on the screen began to change again. .

Class F was squeezed out by 80 votes.

The issue of weight, there are noble accounts voted.

...

The whole class was quiet.

Jian Luo sat on the chair, propped her chin and thought about it: "It's time to fight for the household registration..."

This year, who is not a relationship household.

The author has something to say: Lu Shifeng: "It's finally my time."