Why am I reborn?

Roommate 3: "Others are celebrating, but we are busy writing. It's really painful..."

Yun Miao: "Besides, our classroom is very close to the school auditorium, so we can definitely hear the noise inside."

Roommate 4: "It's even more painful."

Yun Miao: "Maybe because of this, I won't have to take the listening test that night. But even if I don't take it, I'll make up for it later."

The dormitory head held his forehead in pain and said, "Stop talking."

Yun Miao: "Why don't we all write an anonymous letter to the principal, telling him that senior high school students are under a lot of pressure and need to relieve stress, and then strongly suggest that senior high school students also attend the party!"

Everyone: "Good idea! Go write it!"

"..."

sweat.

Yun Miao: "I mean each of us."

Everyone dispersed and went about their own business.

"..."

No one dares to do that.

She had never done anything like writing an anonymous letter to the principal.

Since God allowed her to be reborn, maybe it was to let her write an anonymous letter to the principal. (That would be a big fuss by God, and it would be really boring.)

Now that we have a chance to do it all over again, we should not miss such a good opportunity.

Yun Miao immediately found a pen and paper and wrote an 800-word "essay".

This is definitely the fastest and best "composition" Yun Miao has written since he started repeating the grade.

Don’t ask why it is 800 words, because we are used to writing essays.

It won’t work unless it has 800 words.

Of course, it can't exceed 800 words.

After evening self-study that day, after the lights in the classroom were turned off and most people had left, Yun Miao walked towards the principal's office with the anonymous letter.

When he arrived at the principal's office, Yun Miao discovered that the principal's mailbox had been opened!

Yun Miao: “…”

Isn't this about not wanting everyone to have opinions?

I think the first suggestion now is to put the mailbox back!

Yun Miao had no choice but to stuff the anonymous letter through the crack under the door.

...........................

The next day, Yun Miao and others were looking forward to a broadcast notifying the third and fourth graders to attend the party.

But when I returned to the dormitory after evening self-study, I still didn’t hear the broadcast, nor did I see anyone come to notify me.

After thinking for a while, Yun Miao said, "I think that if more people write, it will be more likely to make the principal change his mind. So, you guys should write as well. Maybe you won't have to go to evening self-study tomorrow night."

With Yun Miao taking the lead, and in order to avoid having to attend evening self-study, the other roommates were gradually moved by Yun Miao, and even went to find students next door, and the next door's next door, to write together. So that night, students from several dormitories stayed up late into the night to work on the "800-word essay".

Of course, they didn't write 800 words. They just wrote a few simple and clear sentences and handed the letter to Yun Miao.

When it was handed over to Yun Miao, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Yun Miao, who was lying on the bed, was a little grumpy: "Why are you giving it to me? And you woke me up."

The dormitory head placed the letter on her bedside and said, "How can I give it to you if I don't wake you up? Here, I've put it here. You have more experience."

"..."

The dormitory head continued, "Get up early tomorrow morning and take it to the principal. This way, the principal will have a greater chance of seeing it."

Yun Miao: "I want to have breakfast tomorrow morning."

Dormitory Head: "You can take it to the principal's office and then go to have breakfast."

"..." Yun Miao: "I thought you would say help me make breakfast."

The dormitory head nodded, "That's fine, what do you want to eat? Buns or steamed buns?"

Yun Miao: "No, I don't like these two things."

"Bread? Sandwiches?"

"Nonono, I don't eat."

"So what do you want to eat?"

“Seafood porridge.”

"Then you should go get it yourself. You can't pack porridge to go to the classroom. I think vermicelli buns are good. Do you want some?"

"You can eat vermicelli, but I don't like vermicelli bags."

"Just pick it."

Yun Miao sighed, "I can't help it. My appetite has become spoiled."

"Who made him so naughty?"

A voice suddenly came out, startling Yun Miao.

As soon as Roommate 2 said this, everyone in the dormitory, except Yun Miao, became gossipy.

"It's time to go to bed," Yun Miao yawned, "I have to get up early tomorrow to deliver the anonymous letter." Yun Miao pulled the quilt over his head.

Everyone:"……"

…………

The next morning, as soon as the alarm rang, Yun Miao got up immediately, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then immediately went to the principal's office with the letter.

This time there were more than twenty letters in his hand. Yun Miao took a long time to stuff all the letters into the door.

I looked around and saw no one, so I ran away.

Fortunately, the camera in the corridor outside the principal's office was broken by someone who was sweeping away cobwebs during the school-wide cleaning a few days ago.

Otherwise it would be bad if you were photographed.

After delivering the letter, Yun Miao hurried to have breakfast.

So for the next day, everyone was looking forward to the broadcast.

Finally, after school at 12:10 noon, the school broadcast a message:

"Hello, hello, hello, good afternoon, teachers and students. Next, we will play a broadcast. Please pay attention to all students in the first and second grades. The 57th anniversary party of our school will be held in the school auditorium tonight. Students in the first and second grades are requested to enter the auditorium before 7 o'clock tonight and take seats according to the designated areas. The announcement will be played again..."

Yun Miao and others who wrote anonymous letters: "..."

Nima!

They actually don’t allow senior high school students to go!

Angry, everyone started to curse the school...

She kept scolding me and wouldn't stop until lunchtime when the aunt came to warn me "stop talking".

And it will continue after waking up.

It can be seen how heavy the resentment is.

In fact, the school has been like this in previous years. Generally, there will be no evening parties or activities for students above the third year of high school.

Yun Miao felt deeply powerless.

What a boring day.

In addition to doing homework, there is also running in the afternoon...

It's boring and tasteless.

Suddenly I want to curse the power outage tonight.

Not only can the party not be held, but even evening self-study classes can’t be held.

Isn't it beautiful?

Still the best of both worlds.

But, this is too bad.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, there’s nothing great to see at the party, but it’s better than nothing.

Didn’t the principal see those anonymous letters?

Yun Miao suddenly thought of it.

What if the principal didn’t see the anonymous letter?

Wouldn’t that be a waste of 800 words?

I felt so heartbroken because that was the fastest and best 800-word essay she had written. She usually didn't write that well!

………………

The classroom where Yun Miao was located was close to the school auditorium, so he could indeed hear the sounds inside the auditorium, and he could hear them quite clearly.

The senior high school students continued to work hard, and the English listening test was still playing as usual, but they might not have chosen any correct answer.

And this time I didn’t make the right choice, so I have an absolutely sufficient reason to say: I didn’t hear it!

How could it be possible to hear it? The passionate electronic music coming from the auditorium was shaking the whole school as if there was an earthquake.

All the seniors, seniors, fifths, sixths, sevenths, or more: "It didn't hurt, it just broke my heart!"