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In the end, Song Han waved his hand once again to avoid the order.

On Monday, behind the rostrum, Jing Fan accepted the densely packed one-page self-criticism written by He Cheng, with an indescribable expression.

"Think about it, girl."

Jing Fan said with a cold face, "Get lost."

After a while, Director Xie announced the reviewer's name on the stage. "Last Friday, students in Class [-] of the third year of our school, He Cheng and Jing Fan, skipped class without reason, causing extremely bad influence. , came to the stage to review..."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of cheers erupted from the audience, covering his voice.

"Quiet!" Director Xie roared angrily, trying to calm down the crowd.

"Please...cough...the following is the first student to review, Jing Fan."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, because every time Jing Fan came to the stage, the prefix was "Student Jing Fan is invited to give a speech, swear an oath, or receive an award." Director Xie didn't change his words for a while.

Jing Fan didn't dawdle, but he had scolded He Cheng eight hundred times in his heart.

"Jing Fan! Ahhh Jing Fan! Sister Jing!" Amidst the cheers, Jing Fan walked to the center of the rostrum.

"Dear teachers and students, I would like to make a deep review of the behavior of skipping class last Friday.

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Class One, Senior Three, Jing Fan. "

He Cheng's self-criticism was written neatly, Jing Fanzhao finished reading it, and stepped off the stage amidst cheers.

When she and He Cheng passed by, she saw a smile on the corner of the other's mouth, and immediately realized that the other party was going to make trouble.

When He Cheng took the stage, his voice was obviously higher than that of Jing Fan, mostly girls screaming.

He Cheng stood in the middle of the rostrum, bowed slightly, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, many girls in the audience were already a little weak in their legs.

The previous content of the review was not much different from Jing Fan's, which was quite satisfactory. Just when Jing Fan suspected that he had guessed wrong, there was a sudden burst of screaming from the audience.

"Ahhhhh! Senior He smiled, smiling towards our art and sports class!"

He Cheng smiled towards the corner of the phalanx, and continued, "In addition, I would like to congratulate Bei Xiaochi, class [-], Art and Sports, for successfully qualifying for the qualifiers. Class [-], third year, He Cheng."

Jing Fan rolled his eyes in the background.

"You kid, you usually look quite honest," Director Xie wiped his hair with a slight Mediterranean trend, picked up the microphone and rushed forward, "Get down for me!"

He Cheng didn't stay long, and stepped off the stage directly, waving his sleeves, ignoring the cheers and screams from the audience.

"You're really good." Jing Fan knew that this person was not at ease when he smiled.

He Cheng didn't answer, but smiled behind her.

Bei Xiaochi was praised on stage for entering the preliminaries, and he happened to hear that sentence when he walked behind the stage.

She suddenly remembered that in the first half of the first semester of high school, she skipped class and went out to play with Tan Chen, but was caught by Director Xie and punished to go on stage for self-criticism. On that day, He Cheng happened to be praised for winning a provincial competition.

It was also the case that one was punished and the other was praised, but today, the positions of the two were switched.

She still remembers that she was standing behind the rostrum at that time, didn't notice who was beside her at all, and expressed her lofty ambitions to a brother next to him who was arrested for smoking: "I just want to be unrestrained and love freedom. The school wall It can't trap my heart yearning for freedom, let alone my stomach that is willing to give up everything for Haidilao!"

Perhaps this scene was too similar to that time, whether it was the weather, temperature, or the gust of wind that just blew up the hem of the school uniform, and the people who were exactly the same as back then, she suddenly remembered the chuckle in her ear at that time, the tall senior asked Her: "What class are you in?"

"Go up to the stage, I've called you." Jing Fan followed He Cheng's gaze and turned his head, saw her standing still in a daze, and reminded her aloud.

"Oh, oh..." Bei Xiaochi turned around and hurried to the stage.

When passing by He Cheng, someone grabbed her arm. She raised her head and bumped into He Cheng's sight.

There was a smile in He Cheng's eyes: "Grade One, Class One, Bei Xiaochi."

Immediately, the arm was released, and Director Xie's voice came from in front of the rostrum, "The following is welcome, student Bei Xiaochi from Class [-] of Art and Sports!"

Bei Xiaochi ran onto the stage as if fleeing from disaster, causing a burst of good-natured laughter.

Seeing He Cheng walking over slowly, Jing Fan couldn't help sighing: "You are so coquettish."

He Cheng said modestly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Later, because of He Cheng, the instigator, this Monday was hailed as the most magical Monday in the past ten years, and it was widely sung.

In mid-November, Bei Xiaochi went south with the school to participate in the preliminaries, and He Cheng came to the school less and less time, except that he never missed the exam, and asked for leave every three days.

The top position on the honor roll is still the two names that can't be shaken, the top ten in the running water, and the hard-working Jing He.

Blazing's performances became more and more popular every time, and tickets were hard to come by. Sifan's name was about to become another legend after Song Han.Xing Hua was extremely jealous, but under Song Han's sharp gaze, she could only resist the urge to get drunk with Jing Fan, and dragged him to drink two glasses of Coke.

The winter in Jingchuan came very early this year. It was already so cold that people started to wear cotton-padded clothes before December.

It snowed on Saturday morning, covering the northern city with a layer of silver in a short while.