Chapter 25: huge row
No way, the routine weekly briefings, name-calling and criticism, and lectures by the director of the teaching office are all concentrated in this moment.
This week has been especially crowded with critical bulletins.
The voice of the director of the Academic Affairs Office resounded through the loudspeaker, resounding through the huge playground of the Experiment 3 Middle School, like Hong Zhong.
"Qin Yuan and Fu Songhua from Peiyou Class 1 of Senior Two; Ruan Qingmu, Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong from Class 9 of Senior Sophomore; the above students fought across classes in physical education class, which had a very bad influence. For the first offense that did not cause serious consequences, this time, it will be named and criticized, and no formal punishment will be given. I hope that the students who made mistakes will not be an example. mistake!"
…
"Wow!" There was a humming sound in the group of students on the playground.
Not to mention Qin Yuan, even Fu Songhua is a frequent visitor of the three good students, he never falls out of the top ten in all grades, and the sports are super awesome.
Just a moment ago, Qin Yuan was standing straight ahead to raise the national flag, and Fu Songhua was still leading the exercise on the central podium.
The students in the next class poked their heads one by one and looked at the teams of Classes 1 and 9.
In the crowd, Qin Yuan stood quietly, as if he had not heard anything at all, standing tall and stern as always.
Beside him, Fu Songhua was not only unashamed, but also took advantage of the teacher next to him not paying attention, quickly stretched out his hand, and cupped his hands to the classmates who were peeking around, with a particularly proud expression.
On the other side of the playground, in the queue of class 9, Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong blushed, turned their heads angrily, and glanced at the teaching building in the distance.
They are trained here, and there is a lame man hiding in the classroom, so he doesn't need to be fucked!
The top three in each grade are—"
There was a rustling sound of unfolding paper from the loudspeaker: "Senior third grade: third place, liberal arts class 2..."
They are all regulars in the selection of the blackboard newspaper, and the students are not very surprised, standing there listening lazily.
"The top three of the second year of senior high school: the third place, the science Peiyou class 1, the second place: the liberal arts class 2." The dean's voice was paused, and suddenly raised.
"Next, I want to focus on praising the first place. This class has achieved such good results for the first time. The theme is novel and the form is lively. It has been greatly praised by the art teacher! —They are, the 9th class of science in the second year of high school!"
The peaceful playground finally stirred up. The students applauded and looked at Class 9—Oh, the sun is rising from the west.
In the past, they never won an award in the board newspaper competition, most of them were mid-level results, why did they suddenly soar into the sky this time?
Liu Siyuan, the propaganda member of the original 9th class, stood in the liberal arts class, her face flushed red—she never won an award when she was there, and now that she is gone, the original class immediately won the first place. Doesn't it mean that she is occupying the dungeon... XX?
Liu Siyuan looked at the students who passed by in the distance, tears were about to fall from her big pretty eyes.
What is this, she has clearly paid attention to it in the past!
…
Ruan Qingmu was lying on the table lazily listening to English listening when suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of running in the corridor.
In a blink of an eye, the doors and windows of Class 9 were full of heads, and they looked curiously at the blackboard behind.
"Wow—"
"Yo!"
"I've never seen one like this before, it's so handsome!"
General class blackboard newspapers are common routines, flowers and plants are the main, characters are supplemented, and there are also some drawings of flying dragons in the sky, with an inspirational learning theme sentence in the middle, such as "Youth blooming" , "new semester new weather" and so on.
But what is the situation on the back blackboard of the 9th class?
A whole blackboard is a whole Chinese freehand landscape painting!
The boy holding the sword was tall and tall, and the long sword in his hand pointed to the Taotao River in the distance. On the side of his exposed face, he could vaguely see the sword's eyebrows and phoenix eyes.
Sit upright, slouching and slouching.
Identify it carefully, there are even a few words written on the scroll: "Exam Question 18".
More and more people came to the door to pay their respects, but the people at the back couldn't squeeze in, and some people started to shout: "Hey, at the front, what is written in the poem on the blackboard?"
Yes, in the center of the screen are two striking characters "Encouraging study". But in the blank space on one side, there is still a large section of running script written vertically.
It jumped up on the wall in a dashing manner, and under the last few words, there were still drops of red paint flowing down, which has solidified and is very beautiful.
Someone craned their necks to look in, and said aloud:
"I dozed off in the morning reading and forgot all English.
If you don't work hard in the evening class, you will copy the homework the next day.
On weekdays, the stadium is flying, and the examination room is full of crying.
The pen is at a loss, and the cheat sheet is sent to me.
I advise you to be more self-respecting, and you can see it in the college entrance examination.
"
A lot of scumbags in the corridor: "…"
What happened to being suddenly cued?
If you don't bring such a report, will you make a blackboard report and slap everyone in the face?
Niu Xiaoqing's face glowed, and she pushed open the door a large number of students visiting: "Come on, you're welcome, come in and see!"
Just as she was talking, a cry rang out from behind her: "Niu Xiaoqing, you can do it, yes, my high school campaign publicity committee defeated you, so you have a grudge, right?"
It was Liu Siyuan who ran after him. When she saw the blackboard newspaper, she was shocked and angry.
Niu Xiaoqing was happy, when she scolded her head on, she was stunned: "What did you say?"
"You are so talented. For two full semesters in high school, I asked if anyone could help the class with the blackboard newspaper, and you didn't say a word."
The more Liu Siyuan thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved: "It's all for the class, you're hiding it, just want to see me make a fool of yourself, are you interested?"
Niu Xiaoqing was anxious: "You are talking nonsense, who is hiding it? Don't you know what my art class grades are?"
Ruan Qingmu raised her head speechlessly, looked at the head of Wuyang Wuyang at the door, and then looked at the two girls who looked like fighting cocks, reached out and pulled off the headphone cable.
Noisy...what is this?
Tang Tiantian quickly grabbed Liu Siyuan's hand and hurriedly explained: "Yuanyuan, no. This issue of the board newspaper in our class was drawn by boys."
She glanced at Ruan Qingmu, who had an indifferent face in the back row, and did not dare to say it on the spot—by the way, will the boss of Qin Yuan agree to say his name!
Liu Siyuan bit her lip: "You lie."
Niu Xiaoqing shook her off: "You might as well examine yourself, why are people reluctant to contribute when you are a publicity committee member!"
These words were unintentional, but in Liu Siyuan's ears, it was even more harsh.
She is beautiful by nature. When the blackboard newspaper was published, many boys liked to help regardless of whether they could draw or not. Liu Jun also liked to direct Wang Lilai to fight.
Niu Xiaoqing is so ugly, tall and strong, how dare she mock her?
"Just you? There are still boys around? It's good if you don't hide..." Liu Siyuan was shy and annoyed, she couldn't help being sharp and muttered in a low voice.
Niu Xiaoqing was blinded.
From childhood to adulthood, girls like her will only be regarded as buddies by boys. No matter how well they play, when a beautiful girl like Liu Siyuan comes, the boys will immediately turn their heads and show their hospitality.
The quarrel between the two girls was already attracting attention. The boy was watching the fun and immediately began to coax.
"Oh, quarrel!"
"A gentleman speaks and does not do anything, Sister Niu, don't hit people. Beautiful women can't stand you."
"Let's back, watch out for Tesla!"
Most of the students went back to their own class and waited for the class. After all, there were only a few people who were bored and went to the 9th class to watch. Some of them were curious and watched the live broadcast in the cross-class group.
"What about the 9th class board report, where is the audience? Who will take a picture to see it?"
"I'm dizzy! Yes!"
"This is hand drawn? Isn't it photocopied? Shocked..."
I was sighing that Ruan Qingmu was hiding, when someone broke the news: "Ah, ah, ah! The 9th class propaganda committee and the original propaganda committee quarreled!"
Immediately there is a boy with a cheap mouth shouting: "Support beauty Don't allow Sister Niu to bully weak women!"
The girls are not happy anymore. Liu Siyuan is always surrounded by boys and doesn’t like to talk to girls, but she sympathizes with Niu Xiaoqing more, and someone immediately came out anonymously to ridicule: “You can’t lick a dog, you can’t have a house. slightly."
After a few seconds, the group began to exclaim again: "Wow?! Ruan Qingmu said that he painted the poster!"
"?? Lie, I don't believe it, bragging?"
In Class 9, Niu Xiaoqing stood tall and seemed to be very imposing. Listening to the teasing of the boys, her eyes turned red.
In the back row of the classroom, Ruan Qingmu who had been sitting quietly raised her eyes slowly.
In the midst of the commotion, he tapped the table impatiently with his cane: "Shut up, it's annoying."
The students gradually quieted down, Tang Tiantian looked at Ruan Qingmu worriedly, his heart beating fast;
Oops, will he be like those boys and say something to please beautiful girls, will he retire Niu Xiaoqing? …
Ruan Qingmu was expressionless and pointed to the blackboard behind: "I'm sorry, I drew it."
There was a commotion. Yo Oh! Did they hear it wrong?
Liu Siyuan's eyes widened: how is it possible, before this boy huddled in the corner every day, she didn't have any impression, his art class was not good!
"You? If it were you, why didn't you help me before?" She was surprised and disbelieving, her beautiful big eyes filled with resentment.
Ruan Qingmu held her forehead with a headache: "Who are you?"
He really doesn't remember the girl's name, and this female classmate is no longer in this class after passing through.
"Even if you don't help me, why don't you help the class? You are disregarding the interests of the class, you are too selfish!" Liu Siyuan sobbed and stomped her feet.
Ruan Qingmu looked at Niu Xiaoqing's embarrassed expression, then at Liu Siyuan, and lowered her eyes listlessly: "No. I'm not helping the class. I just don't want to help you, I want to help her ,is it not OK?"
…
The large group was being swiped by the blackboard newspaper when suddenly, a speech popped out, blinding everyone.
"Report! Ruan Qingmu said affectionately that he likes to help Niu Xiaoqing, not Liu Siyuan!"
Everyone: “Σ(°△°|||)︴…”
For a long time, someone sneakily and anonymously left a message: "The taste of the new sports committee in Class 9 is a bit heavy..."
In the classroom of Class 1, Fu Songhua, who had been peeking at his mobile phone, patted the table and laughed, "Hahahaha! Why is that little lame so funny!"
Qin Yuan, who was sitting upright, suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a pair of phoenix eyes.
At the door of the classroom, the head teacher has arrived. Fu Songhua quickly put away his mobile phone and whispered to Qin Yuan, "He is showing affection with the girl."
Then, he saw the monitor and classmate who never played mobile phones in class, and took out his mobile phone expressionlessly: "Which group?"
Fu Songhua: "480-419-785 is a big group!"
Then, within a minute, he saw the big classmate again and started typing.
The class teacher's class, the most daring students have put away their mobile phones, Fu Songhua didn't dare to make a mistake, and watched the monitor and classmates bow their heads and busy, and his heart was itchy as if there were a thousand little mice. Fight - what the **** is the squad leader doing!
When Qin Yuan finished typing, he closed the phone lightly and looked at the blackboard with a solemn expression.
The teacher finally went out. Fu Songhua couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and looked around quickly.
Then, just like some people in each class, she screamed.
The academic tyrant who rarely shows up in the cross-class group, openly speaks - depends on the time, it is still in class time!
Reserved and indifferent, polite and polite: "The painting is drawn by Ruan Qingmu, and the inscription is by me. We helped Niu Xiaoqing together, the friendship of the classmates, and the effort."
The girls in each class who sympathized with Niu Xiaoqing just now: "…"
? ? Can you take back what you just said for Niu Xiaoqing?
A newly emerged scumbag, a handsome and intelligent bi-academic tyrant, vying for her to speak, Niu Xiaoqing saved the world in her previous life?
The girls in class 9 shouted at Niu Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, did Qin Xueba really help our class write poems? How did you ask him to help?"
Niu Xiaoqing blushed: "...No, no!"
Although she voted for Qin Yuan in the first year of high school drafts, she voted for Qin Yuan hoarsely, but it was a sacrifice that did not expect anything in return, and she never thought about the return of a male god!
I was flustered, this row of noodles was torn to shreds by Liu Siyuan just now, and now it is so grand, I was caught off guard.
The students in class 1 don't play with their mobile phones after class. Fu Songhua couldn't find anyone to gossip after searching for a long time.
"Monitor, you and Niu Xiaoqing are very familiar?"
Qin Yuan raised her eyes slightly: "No."
"Oh, don't you want to be stole the limelight by that kid Ruan Qingmu?"
Qin Yuan's eyes were cold: "What kind of show of affection, can such irresponsible rumors be spread? Even if Ruan Qingmu doesn't matter, can other girls mind?"
Fu Songhua thought about it seriously: "Boss, I think Niu Xiaoqing should really not mind...probably still very happy!"
"That's what boys think. For girls, no one wants to have a good reputation."
⊙﹏⊙)..." Fu Songhua said in awe, "Boss, you are right, you must respect girls, you have been taught!"
It seems to be in line with the squad leader's righteous Bo Yuntian and moral model, but I don't know why, and it seems that something is wrong!