The music class was taken over again

This is an exclusive photo, Qiao Zheng is not willing to let others see it, but she has to let the owner see it.

Probably there is no such dead crush in the world.

After sending the emoticon package, Qiao Zheng rolled on the bed. It was so exciting that she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She didn't know what expression the leading comrades would make when they saw her sausage mouth.

Just when she thought the other party would ignore her, she received a message from the leader.

I saw that her big distorted face was placed in the center of a pancake, and the pancake was placed in the center of the pan.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black, and the leader's personality like green pine and jade has finally been tarnished by her.

Classmates, the head teacher you respect and fear has changed, has it?

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The school's sports meeting was held at the turn of autumn and winter, and was organized by the student union as usual. The presidium chose the time at the end of November for a period of three days.

And just before this, several vice principals went to the city for a meeting, and they didn't know what kind of romance they had with the school leaders of the No. [-] Middle School, so they decided to hold the autumn sports meeting with the No. [-] Middle School.

These are the senior leaders and teachers who don't care about them, especially the senior high school teachers. They wish the sports meeting would be cancelled, so that everyone can study hard in these three days.

Otherwise, from the preparation to the end of the sports meeting, for several weeks before and after, the students' hearts would be hung by the sports meeting, and their studies would be absent-minded.

The sports meeting has always been busy for the student union and the cultural and sports center.

The school leaders have always stood up and talked without back pain. In order to realize that this is a "competitive event jointly held by two top high schools", the principal requested that the group gymnastics performance at the opening ceremony should be participated by students from the two schools.

The teachers of the cultural and sports center and the members of the student union bureau were called to have a meeting together.

It was the secretary of the Youth League Committee who passed the message: "Mr. Huang!"

Huang Li: "Yes!"

"Little Joe."

"I'm here."

The Secretary of the Youth League Committee glanced at the two of them, and after confirming that it was him, he continued: "In the past, you all participated in this group gymnastics together. This year's situation is quite special. We are going to co-organize it with No. [-] Middle School, so the two teachers from No. [-] Middle School will also participate. Please coordinate and try to highlight the characteristics of our two schools."

Director Sun of the Art Department Hu Duzi: "These two schools, one from the south and the other from the north, want to be in the same row. They come to our school, and they can't be wronged by my children."

The secretary of the Youth League Committee was also in a dilemma: "Director Sun, I just want to pass on a message. This is an order from the principal's office."

Huang Li was in the middle of the conversation: "It's okay, it's okay, we'll discuss it with them."

Director Sun said with a cold face: "So easy to talk, dare to love the person in No. [-] Middle School is your best friend? Oh, I'm so touched, North and South are getting married."

Huang Li was not angry either, he smiled awkwardly and did not refute.

The secretary of the Youth League Committee also laughed a few times: "The school will contact you again, and then contact me again."

Director Sun: "No. [-] Middle School is holding their own. They expanded the playground. They came to cooperate with us when there was no room. They cannibalize people and take advantage of others. No. [-] Middle School even made a bullshit request."

The atmosphere was already tense, and the secretary of the Youth League Committee had no choice but to skip this topic: "There is one more thing, that is, only the first and second graders from No. [-] Middle School come here, so the venue will be very tense."

There are thousands of people in my own school alone, and there are thousands of people in No. [-] Middle School, which simply cannot accommodate.

Secretary of the Youth League Committee: "I'll go to the teacher of the senior year to discuss it, and see if the senior year can not go."

Qiaozheng thought to himself, this is still negotiable, Master Miejue wished that everyone could study 367 hours a day, 25 days a year.

At the same time, she also sympathizes with the third party of senior high school. The sports meeting is three days. It used to be that the third year of senior high school students can go to the game for one day. Now they have to lock them up in the classroom for exams and study, which is really inhumane.

Huang Li can get along well with the students in every class. One day in physical education class, everyone talked about what sports to apply for in the sports meeting.

It seems that the students are still looking forward to the sports meeting.

Huang Li endured and endured, thinking, sooner or later these children will know that there is always someone who will be the villain.

If he doesn't say it, the class teachers will also say, let him be the crow that reports the funeral.

"My brothers, let's sign up for a relay."

"Don't you have a crush on Wang Yingying from our class, why don't you sign up for the mixed relay, you are second and Wang Yingying is third."

There are also interesting events in the sports meeting, such as three-person four-legged, big rope jumping, etc. The girls gathered together to chat about which events to apply for.

"I heard that my male god is going to run eight hundred!"

"Our Thor is going to jump rope!"

Endurance events such as 500 meters and 3000 meters are rarely reported. The sports committee is like a pyramid scheme, looking for strong boys to interview one by one.

Seeing their heated discussions, Huang Li deeply felt that he had borne a sin.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life. If you die sooner or later, you must die.

"You don't seem to be able to go to the sports meeting anymore." Mr. Huang was stupid, didn't know how to lay the groundwork, and got straight to the point, causing a big embarrassment.

Everyone's discussion stopped for a moment, as if a big knife suddenly intercepted it.

"Teacher, today is not April Fool's Day."

The boys called Mr. Huang brothers and sisters, and now they were making a fuss, swarming up, two of them lifted their shoulders, two of their legs, and one of them protected his head, and even lifted a man who weighed more than 160 kilograms stand up.

"Hey, hey, put it down, what are you going to do!" Huang Li felt that he was getting off the ground a little bit. These children were really lawless.

"You can't treat me like this, it's not that I don't want you to go to the sports meeting, don't, I didn't say you can't apply for events, I mean you can't go, ah... ah..."

The girls were filled with righteous indignation, you glanced at me, and I said a word.

"How can it be like this? You can watch the opening ceremony and the first day of the game before."

"I can't go to see it. The square team in our class has already started rehearsing."

"Is Miejue Shitai mentally ill?"

The flames had already reached Yan Ze, and Huang Li hurriedly maintained Director Yan's glorious image. He had just been plowed to the ground by seven or eight boys, when a carp jumped up, patted the dirt on his body, and said, "Don't guess, It’s not the director’s fault, it’s the No. 1000 Middle School who wants to co-organize with our school, think about it, our playground is not a bird’s nest, they come with [-] people, how can we have a place…”

After all, internal conflicts are just internal conflicts. If the director did this, the children would scold at most. Now that the conflicts have risen to the school, everyone is not at peace.

"Get out of No. [-] Middle School, we don't welcome it."

"Are those idiots here to be funny? My territory is not noisy enough, so I insist on coming to our No. [-] Middle School."

"It's disgusting, do we have to give way when they come?"

In fact, many of the students present had boyfriends and girlfriends in No. [-] Middle School, and they even scolded their "family members".

Teacher Huang said with a good temper: "Okay, it's useless for you to scold. The school wants to arrange it like this. What can we do?"

"Fuck, it's so annoying, I want to fight." A boy cracked his fingers, looking like he was going to fight.

Teacher Huang stretched out his hand and made a downward gesture, and said calmly in the tone of a person who has passed through: "You are still too young to beat and kill at every turn. Let me tell you, if you lose, go to the hospital. If you win, you will go to the hospital." Get into the game, don't worry about it here, learning is important."

"Teacher, you didn't lie to us, did you?"

Huang Li said: "What are you doing with this? I just went to a meeting yesterday and said that the second middle school, the first and the second year, came to watch, at least 1000 people, how can our school playground hold it?"

"Fuck, these are bandits! We have to go when they come!!"

"It doesn't make sense, the headmaster was kicked by a donkey! Can you agree to this kind of request?"

A group of brats were filled with righteous indignation and wished they could rise up and write bloody books and travel the streets.

But what they can do is to scold the leaders of the No. [-] Middle School and the school heartily, which can't do anything about the outcome of the matter.

Teacher Huang shook his head, and went to practice arm flexion and stretching on the parallel bars on one side.

The two of them exchanged emoticons yesterday, and when Yan Ze saw Qiao Zheng, his expression was normal, as if she wasn't the one who made the emoticons yesterday.

Qiao Zheng thought to herself, just be prudish, but she just likes the prudence of the director, and that flawless face always arouses her desire to flirt.

"Master, are your lips sexy?"

Teacher Yan's expression said that she didn't seem to mention this matter, but Qiaozheng knew that there were tigers in the mountains and preferred to go to the tiger mountain. She blinked her eyes and waited expectantly for Teacher Yan's answer.

"No." Yan Ze replied politely, passing her by with his textbook in his arms.

Qiao Zheng smiled smugly.

She works in the office and plays with two pots of succulents. Now, the two small plants are equally green and thriving.

There are no meaningful clouds in the sky, the sun is pouring down in large swaths, and the hard concrete roads of the campus are shining white.

After watching for a long time, Qiao Zheng became a little dizzy. As soon as she closed her eyes, blurred bright spots appeared on her retina one after another.

She suddenly felt that love is like these illusory illusions in the eyes, big and small, bright and dark, and disappearing and disappearing. It is mysterious and has no substance.

What's more, her love is still being participated by one person at present, and the secret love will end without a problem in all likelihood.

It would be great if I lived in a novel by he. Then, no matter how long and tortuous the process is, everyone will be happy in the end.

She is a brave and cowardly person. On the road ahead, she can run in different ways, and it doesn't matter if she runs naked, but she still dares not take the most critical step.