Chapter 107 The Blackboard 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 finished design on the wall, Fang Qing suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. After admiring it for a while, he couldn't stand the cold wind anymore, so he packed up his things and ran back to the dormitory.

  The next morning after class, Fang Qing found the propaganda cadre of the Student Union and asked for the review of the pictorial.

  But when the group came to the blackboard newspaper with cameras, they were all confused.

  "Student Fang Qing, can you explain to us what this means?"

  Fang Qing looked at the blackboard newspaper wall that was smeared into a mess, and even his voice trembled, "How...how did it become like this?"

  The original blackboard newspaper on the wall was not only smeared beyond recognition, but also splashed with a layer of water! In today's weather, even if the ice on the wall is removed, it will be difficult to continue painting on the layer of frost on it!
  Fang Qing dug her nails into her palms. She knew someone must be deliberately taking revenge on her, but at this moment, no matter what she said, it would be useless. The student union cadres behind her were still waiting for her response, 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 really have finished the painting."

  "Minister, we passed by here before and did see that Fang Qing's blackboard newspaper was almost finished. Someone must have deliberately destroyed it. Since the blackboard newspaper is destroyed, why don't we think of other solutions..."

  The student was good friends with Wen Ning and wanted to help cover up and let the matter go, but the cadres nearby disagreed.

  "Their painting club promised it with all their heart, and now they want to let it go after it's like this? If we have any activities in the future, everyone will just deal with it casually. How can our student union work continue?"

  Fang Qing saw that everyone was arguing, and her mind was quickly thinking of a solution. She stepped forward and pleaded with the propaganda minister.

  "I have a solution, but please give me two more days. I'll definitely finish it before the school anniversary."

  The director gave her a surprised look. "Student, this isn't the time to show off your strength. I urge you to reconsider."

  Fang Qing's mind raced, and she finally nodded seriously. "I'm not showing off. This is the job I promised to do, and I will definitely complete it on time."

  With three days left before the school anniversary, resuming the chalk board was out of the question. She had to find another way.

  Seeing her determined look, the director was about to retort, but then thought of Wen Ning and nodded. "I'll give you two more days. If you still can't do it, we'll have to remove this part."

  Fang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and holed up in the activity room to work through the night.

  The others watched her carry a large amount of thin boards, then find some foam, running up and down the activity room, wondering what she was up to. Everyone knew about Fang Qing's destroyed board. Some sympathized, some watched in awe, but none believed she could complete the task.

  Looking at the tangled mass of foam beneath her feet, Fang Qing tried again and again, either cutting the wrong shape or miscalculating the size. Repeated failure brought her to the brink of collapse.

  "No, no... Ugh, why is this so difficult..."

  Fang Qing was hungry and sleepy. The constant intense work had already made her irritable, and now she had to start all over again, using a method she had never tried before. It was a huge technical and mental challenge.

  Fang Qing kicked everything away in frustration, feeling like she was about to explode. After pacing the room several times, she flung open the window.

  A cold wind rushed in, blowing away the dejected atmosphere in the room and slowly clearing Fang Qing's mind, calming her mind.

  There was no moon tonight, but the stars seemed especially bright in the winter night. Fang Qing stared at the starry sky, and unexpectedly, she saw Wen Ning's smiling face.

  "Oh, did I miss you so much?"

  Fang Qing leaned against the window, thinking about everything about Wen Ning.

  If he were by her side, he would hold her in his arms, stroking her hair in comfort, then tidy up the messy house, prioritize her tasks, and accompany her as she worked through them bit by bit...

  "Wen Ning, when are you coming back?"

  Fang Qing felt deeply wronged, her eyes watering unconsciously as she stared at the starry sky.

  She had never before realized the influence Wen Ning held on her, but now, after only a dozen days apart, her longing for him was almost suffocating. When she

  left the building early in the morning, Fang Qing would imagine Wen Ning's presence beneath the tree, smiling and taking her hand in her pocket. When she went to the cafeteria to get her food, Fang Qing would watch the people coming and going, suddenly at a loss for how to get it. Even after evening self-study classes, she felt like something was missing. The journey that used to be short now seemed so long and deserted...

  Fang Qing closed her eyes, calling Wen Ning's name over and over in her mind, then wiped the tears from her eyes and continued to immerse herself in the foam.

  On the third morning, Fang Qing stretched comfortably, looking at her work on the floor.

  This time, in order to prevent it from being vandalized again, Fang Qing did not move it outdoors immediately, but asked the propaganda minister to come to the activity room for inspection.

  Seeing the foam painting on the ground, the propaganda minister was very satisfied and finally changed his opinion of Fang Qing, "I didn't expect that you actually have some skills, but how do you install it on the wall?"

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

  Fang Qing didn't have to worry about anything else afterwards. For fear of being vandalized again, the propaganda minister found a few students and carried the foam print to the activity room of his own club.

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

  "Fang Qing, your guild president is back and he's downstairs!"

  After several days of tossing and turning, Fang Qing had caught a cold and was sweating under the quilt. Hearing this, her headache subsided, and she bundled up in her thick cotton jacket and ran downstairs.

  "Brother Ning!"

  Fang Qing leaped into Wen Ning's arms. The sharp cold air against her nose and the familiar scent of Wen Ning finally filled Fang Qing's long, lonely heart.

  "Why are you back just now? It's been almost twenty days..."

  Wen Ning hugged her tightly, resting her chin on the top of her head. She used her hand as a comb to gently smooth Fang Qing's hair, her usually cold face now filled with a satisfied smile.

  "Sorry, something unexpected happened, so the match was extended. Were you anxious waiting?"

  Hearing the teasing in Wen Ning's words, Fang Qing would usually change the subject, but today she nodded obediently.

  "Yeah, I missed you."

  Wen Ning hadn't expected Fang Qing's response to be so blunt. She was stunned for a moment, and her ears visibly turned red, spreading to her face.

  Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Fang Qing thought he hadn't heard her. She wanted to look up and say it again, but Wen Ning held her tightly in his arms .

  "Brother Ning, what's wrong with you?"

  "Ahem, it's nothing. I'm a little cold. Let me hold you for a while."

  (End of this chapter)