Why is my elf so weird?

Qinglan is very rich.

Well, yes, very rich.

The theme of Class 9 is "Collection Museum".

Every student, and even the head teacher, Mr. Duan, took out their own treasures, attached a paragraph, and displayed them as exhibits.

In this theme, the person who has made the greatest contribution is Qinglan.

Qinglan invested her own money to purchase more than 50 individual small display cabinets, and then hired manpower to move them, and finally turned the Class 9 classroom into a real museum.

The total cost is an astronomical figure for most students of this age, and even for some adults.

This made squad leader Xin Yun, who had been obsessed with training during this period, unable to extricate herself, and who should have taken responsibility, expressed some guilt.

At this time, Xin Yun had to sigh when she walked into the theme museum arranged by her class.

Qinglan's planning and action abilities are too strong.

The lecture desks, desks, and chairs have all been moved away. A total of fifty-one exquisite display cabinets are neatly placed according to the seats of each student. Each display cabinet is made of bulletproof glass and solid wooden boards, without any flaws. The items in the display cabinets are also arranged very neatly, and it really feels like a museum.

Walking in the museum and looking at the treasures displayed by each of her classmates, Xin Yun couldn't help but smile.

These treasures include photos, trinkets, some miscellaneous little things, and even some rusty elf balls. Although these exhibits are different, it can be seen that every student is serious about the exhibits. The introduction is thoughtful.

Hard work will eventually pay off. The hard work of Qinglan and her classmates in Class 9 has resulted in the popularity of Class 9's "museum".

Talking about the first grade alone, the number of people in the museum of Class 9 is second only to Class 1 which is full during meal time.

Class 9 has always been the "star class" of the first grade. Everyone is very curious about the students in this class, their experiences and their stories. Now is a good opportunity to get to know them.

Coupled with the formal and exquisite level of the museum, the flow of people is naturally far ahead of other classes.

There is another important point, and that is...

Class 9’s museum is completely free.

The themes of other classes, such as the haunted house, the snack bar, or the first class restaurant, all require students' credits, which is reasonable. After all, everyone has invested financial and material resources, and it is not charity.

But Class 9, after discussions between the students and Teacher Duan, finally decided to position the museum in Class 9 as a free project. The fact that it is free alone can attract many students to visit. After all, people like to have sex for free.

Xin Yun and Zhu Qianqu no longer walked side by side, but separated and started looking for booths that interested them.

Xin Yun walked to the booth she was most curious about, which was the booth at the front of the classroom, standing alone in the middle.

This is Teacher Duan’s booth.

Displayed in the booth is an old photo that is somewhat yellowed and has a sense of age.

In the photo...were seven young-looking college students and a young man in casual clothes.

In the lower right corner of the photo, there was a string of handwriting written with a ballpoint pen. After careful identification, Xin Yun understood the scrawled handwriting.

"To youth, us that year - September 2019, 9"

Turning your attention back to the photo, the person occupying the C position in the photo is a young man with a proud expression and wearing a black and red trainer uniform. This person...

Isn't he his father?

Yes, although Xin Yun had never seen photos of her father when he was young, she still recognized that the young man in the photo was her father.

2019? Xin Yun remembered that she saw in her father's diary that he had become a newbie trainer at this time. During this year, he also became one of the champions of the Jinling University Newcomer Competition, and was also the winner of the Jiangsu Provincial Newcomer Competition. Double champion…

The words on the photos also confirmed this. Under each person, the other person's name was written.

The name corresponding to the young man in the middle is Xin Yue.

Standing on the left side of my father is a well-mannered college student in casual clothes... His name is Du Shu.

Standing on the right side of her father is the only woman in the photo. She has delicate features and a beautiful figure. Her appearance is not inferior to that of Qing Lan, Zhu Qianqu and the others... Her corresponding name is Duan Siyu.

This is Teacher Duan when he was young...

Xin Yun thought to herself and continued to look to the side.

A muscular man over 1.9 meters tall. He didn't look like a college student, but he was indeed wearing a school uniform. His name was Zhang Taiyue.

There is another acquaintance, Li Lukai when he was young.

Standing on the far right of the photo is a gloomy young man named You Ling.

The second to last person on the far left, a carefree-looking man, his name is Yang Guang.

The last person was the oldest among the eight. When she saw his name, the corners of Xin Yun's eyes moved.

Xu Yeqing.

My own uncle...the former king of grass...

There was only so much content on the photo. Xin Yun looked at the introduction next to the photo, which was written by Teacher Duan himself...

[It’s rare to have the opportunity to recall youth like this... When I dug out this photo in the storage room, I was a little surprised. ‘So it’s still there! 'This is what I was thinking at the time. I always thought I had lost it. I was so lucky to be able to find it... Well, the people in the photo are all my friends in college, and they were also the seed players in our freshman competition. Except for senior Xu Yeqing... At that time, we were all only seventeen or eighteen years old. We had just entered university and had just become trainers. I really missed it...

Nowadays, we have gone our separate ways, some have our own lives, and some are missing. We rarely have the opportunity to get together again, chatting and fighting passionately like we did in the past... Isn’t the topic a bit sad? It’s obviously not there. Really leave.

However, maybe it's a coincidence...

There are actually three children of old friends in my class, what a coincidence... Tsk, think about it carefully, it seems that among the eight of us, I am the only one who is still single... No, that bastard Li Lukai is still single too, and I don’t know. What did he think.

This photo carries memories of my youth and past. This is what I treasure most. If you have the opportunity, take a physical photo with your good friends. It is easier to save than data.

——Duan Siyu]

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