Break that sportsman

The days went by as fast as the cold wind blowing outside, and it was December in the blink of an eye. When the results of this month's monthly exam came out, Lao Xu also announced a piece of news that made many students excited - the school's Preparations for the New Year’s Eve party have begun!

Lao Xu stood on the podium, looking at his students below who looked excited and expectant but did not come forward. He asked helplessly: "Isn't anyone interested in signing up?" The New Year's Eve party of No. [-] Middle School is There is one show for each grade. According to the convention, each class has to put on a show, and finally the winner has to be judged. Although Lao Xu doesn't care about this award, he can't apply for not one show. He watched it The students who are currently feeling unsatisfied feel that teaching them questions is not as difficult as mobilizing such activities. "Other classes are rushing to register, but you are lucky, no one takes the initiative! Even poetry recitation is fine."

Just after he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Zhou raising his arms high. Old Xu was overjoyed and praised with excitement: "Look, look at our sports committee member Jiang Zhou, what does it mean to be energetic and what does it mean to dare to do something?" What ordinary people would not dare to do, come and applaud and encourage us!" After saying that, he took the lead in applauding.

After Jiang Zhou stood up, he smiled and nodded at the classmates who were looking at him, and made a downward gesture with his hands. After the thunderous applause, he faced the expectant and encouraging words of the whole class and Lao Xu. His eyes forced him to say: "Thank you for your applause and encouragement, but I am not raising my hand just to perform on stage."

"Appreciate~"

He maintained his iron-faced face and was not affected by his classmates at all, and continued: "I just want to say that other classes are vying to sign up because there are so many talents in their classes. What is our class like? It’s not that I don’t understand. Last year, not a single person signed up. In the end, the monitor and the art committee had to do a poetry recitation. What hope do you have this year?”

After hearing what he said, Lao Xu broke off a piece of chalk with a "Gaba" sound. After a lot of effort, he still couldn't hold back, and hit Jiang Zhou with perfect accuracy, making Jiang Zhou say "Hey!"

After Jiang Zhou was hit by him with the chalk head, he looked at his face and quickly stopped what he was about to say. He said first: "If you want me to say it, let's not be mad at each other, and don't catch the two of them. Hey, let’s draw lots, and whoever gets the draw will go up and recite poems.”

"As smart as you are, I think I'll just let you go up there!" Lao Xu glared at him and cursed.

When Jiang Zhou heard this, he waved his hands hurriedly and said timidly: "Goodbye, teacher, I can't even recite poems."

"Huh!" After Lao Xu glared at him again, he also felt that the suggestion he made was very feasible, so he softened his expression, glanced around and said: "Since no one has volunteered, then we will take the most fair approach. How about - draw lots, and whoever is drawn will get it, how about it?" After he finished speaking, he got the echo of the whole class:

"Yes you can."

"Okay, this is a good idea. I didn't expect that the sports committee would have an online IQ one day."

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you!"

"Teacher, let's do this!"

After seeing that most of the people in the class nodded, Lao Xu took out a piece of paper with lesson plans, brushed it a few times and tore it into pieces. He counted 42 pieces of paper and added the 42 pieces of paper among them. Two of them were marked. The squad leader had already taken out his small box for storing miscellaneous items when he was tearing up the pieces of paper. After Lao Xu put the pieces of paper into the box and mixed them up in front of everyone, the squad leader stared blankly. He closed his eyes and took out a piece of paper. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes to see that it was a blank piece of paper, and then exhaled suddenly.

After the class monitor finished drawing, the whole class started to draw lots according to the order of seats. Everyone looked cautious and fearful of stepping on the thunder. The students who had finished drawing started to look at the excitement, while the emotions of the remaining students followed the drawing. One blank piece of paper after another is on the verge of becoming tense.

Wei Ninghe looked at his back as he left, took Chu Ziyang's hand next to him and put it on his heart, "Do you feel it? It is no exaggeration to say that I have never been so nervous in a competition."

Chu Ziyang looked at his rare nervous look and said quite relaxedly and calmly: "We are all non-chiefs. It's your turn to win the lottery? It's impossible." He and Wei Ninghe passed by a house half a month ago During the event at the shopping mall, Wei Ninghe, who didn't believe that he was a non-chief, wanted to drag him to verify. You must know that it was the winning rate of a bag of washing powder per capita, but the two of them got "Thank you for participating." , the host of the organizer was stunned.

"Don't panic," Wei Ninghe, who had returned from the front desk, said swornly to the two of them: "When the teacher was making marks just now, I stared at it with my eight-fold eyes. I saw the two slips of paper. They all have words on them, so when I drew the lots just now, I deliberately found a blank piece of paper in advance. Look, wouldn’t it be a miss?”

"Brother enough!" Wei Ninghe patted him on the shoulder. After saying gratefully, he looked at the slanted table in front of him who had already drawn lots and was about to come back. He stared at the square box on the podium as if facing a formidable enemy. He said to Chu Ziyang, "Brother, I'm going to try the law on my own first." After saying that, he patted Chu Ziyang on the shoulder and walked out as if he was righteous.

Chu Ziyang saw that he glanced furtively into the box several times before closing his eyes. After closing his eyes, he did not simply grasp which one was which. Instead, he hung his hand and touched the top of the box. He circled around, and after Lao Xu's impatient urging, he finally made up his mind and grabbed straight down.

After Wei Ninghe opened his eyes hesitantly, he suddenly looked like "I knew it". He handed the piece of paper to Old Xu with a look of dismay. After taking it, Old Xu laughed and said, "Okay. , congratulations to the first student in our class who won the prize, come here, applause and encourage." After that, he showed the piece of paper with a big vertical line on it to everyone.

Because the risk was reduced by half by Wei Ninghe alone, not only applause but also cheers echoed throughout the classroom.

Wei Ninghe ignored the joy of others, because now he was only filled with sadness. When he passed by Chu Ziyang, he sighed too sadly. Maybe it was because of his sigh, maybe because everyone was so unhappy. Chief, in short, he just sat down in his seat when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter. Wei Ninghe suddenly raised his head, and what he saw was Chu Ziyang's look of shock and disbelief.

"Hahaha, okay, our two students who won the prize have already come out, so there is no need for the students behind to win again. Come on, let's applaud and encourage you again! We look forward to your wonderful performance!" After Lao Xu said, He took the lead in applauding again.

Wei Ninghe looked at Chu Ziyang in front of him who was doubting his life. He didn't know whether to laugh at him for not being a chief or whether to laugh at the fact that they were not chiefs together. In short, it was right to laugh.

Chu Ziyang sat in his seat and looked at Wei Ninghe, who was laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes, and said helplessly: "The promised non-chief is there."

"Hahahaha, this is not wrong, so what is right and wrong?"

"Hey, what are we doing, poetry recitation?"

"Anything is fine, whatever is as simple as possible."

While Wei Ninghe was thinking about how to get through this party, his eyes were rolling blindly, and as he rolled, he made eye contact with the person at the table in front of him who was secretly looking for a chance to see him.

Looking at the helpless Wei Ninghe at the front table, he smiled coquettishly and said, "Brother, it's really not my fault that you won the lottery."

"I know. I didn't say it was up to you. The smell of my own hands has nothing to do with you."

"Haha, brother, have you decided what to perform?"

"No, just make it as simple as possible."

Before Wei Ninghe could finish his words, He Shan called him out. After He Shan complained about the lack of handsomeness in that version of Bumblebee last time and Wei Ninghe unilaterally broke with him, He Shan used a long article to The long rainbow fart coaxed him back, so the two of them are now back to getting together after class.

After Wei Ninghe went out, before he could ask, He Shan couldn't wait to ask: "Will your class send you and Chu Ziyang to attend the New Year's Eve party?"

Wei Ninghe looked at his impatient gossip, nodded feebly, and asked casually, "Is your class still yours?" He Shanjian received his affirmation, nodded to answer his question, and then said directly: Damn it!" He said, "Why don't you let the other classes live? Do you know how many people are waiting to see the performance of you two?"

"Huh?" Wei Ninghe expressed great confusion, "What do you expect us to do?"

"A guy who's good at studying is handsome, and a guy who's good at sports is okay. Why don't you look forward to it? Can you please stop showing such a deadly look!"

"What do you mean it's okay?" After Wei Ninghe, who didn't care at first, heard what he said, he suddenly wanted to make trouble. He immediately cheered up, hooked He Shan's shoulder and asked with a smile: "You say, let's do something How's it going?"

"Fuck?" He Shan was startled by his words, "What are you doing?"

Wei Ninghe rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "Since you are going to be on stage, let's show off to the end. What do you think?"

He Shan still didn't understand his brain circuit. After thinking about his so-called "sexy" seriously, he asked with a sinister smile: "What, women's clothing?" After saying that, he specially glanced at Wei Ninghe up and down with his eyes.

Wei Ninghe gave him a slap in the face, glared and said, "What do you think about every day?" After saying that, he leaned next to He Shan's ear and continued: "Raise a child for a thousand days, use the child for a while, daddy use your The time has come."

He Shan punched him and replied with curled lips: "If anything happens to my son, my father will definitely promise you."

Wei Ninghe, for the first time, did not argue with him about his following crimes. Instead, he replied with a smile: "I'll give you a dance for my brother, and you'll be as sexy as you want. After that, you can decide what you want to eat."