The music class was taken over again

Tang Xi helped her, so Qiao Zheng didn't fall down.

Teacher Tian was unreasonable, Qiao Zheng could only discuss it with Tang Xi, her face was full of anxiety and worry: "Mr. Tang, this effect will definitely not work, I'm going to be laughed at to death..."

Tang Xi was also anxious, but she was not as concerned as Qiao Zheng. She raised her head and looked around: "Where is Mr. Huang, what about Mr. Huang, why don't we gather the representatives of each class and rehearse together."

Qiao Zheng didn't see Tang Xi's careful thinking: "Where does he go, let's practice first."

At the last moment, they could only be rescued. In the evening, Qiao Zheng and the others were so tired and out of breath that they couldn't even straighten their waists.

Because of Yan Ze's pressure, the school also gave in, and discussed with the No. [-] Middle School. Students in the third year of high school can watch the opening ceremony and the afternoon game.

During the time of extracurricular activities, many students ran down to watch the rehearsal.The colorful flags fluttered on the playground, the sound shook the sky, and it was a lively scene.

"Tomorrow is the sports meeting, and we are not short of this extracurricular activity. Let's take the test, and the class representative will distribute the papers." Yan Ze closed the doors and windows while talking to block out certain sounds, but he could still hear singing and dancing outside.

The students were blown away by the hustle and bustle outside, and they were like empty shells in the classroom.

Yan Ze took the bag and walked towards the door. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he found several pairs of thieves' eyes gathered over him.

Without a smile on his face, Yan Ze scanned all the people who just looked up, and said lightly: "Remember, cleverness is misled by cleverness. Give me the exam honestly, and I will collect the papers at [-]:[-]."

The students kept their voices quiet, and the classroom was full of great scenes of writing and writing.

Yan Ze didn't know this group of bastards yet, so he stared at the test paper without squinting, wondering where he might have gone.

She closed the door with a click, and she went to the playground. The rehearsal was just a cutscene, and now it was coming to an end. The square teams of each class had dispersed, and these leftover props were scattered in the middle of the playground.

The runway had just been painted a few days ago, and the lines were snow-white, glistening in the sun. After the people on the runway had dispersed, a few strong boys in vests and shorts began to practice sprinting.

Huang Li had just changed into a tracksuit and came out, holding a black starting pistol.

With a bang, the athletes standing on the starting line were like arrows flying off the string, bringing a gust of wind.

They practiced 100 meters, and they rushed to the finish line in ten seconds. Yan Ze found that among the few people who were practicing sprinting, there was also the sports committee of his class.

Yan Ze looked at his watch, stood on the inside of the runway and shouted, "Zhou Xin!"

The boy was doing stretching exercises when he turned his head when he heard the sound.

Yan Ze beckoned: "Today's training is almost done, don't work so hard, hurry back to do the questions and rest."

In the words of the head teacher, he obviously thinks that training is equal to hard work, and doing questions is equal to rest, but Zhou Xin doesn't think so. It is better to run [-] meters around the playground if he is held back in the classroom to do the questions.

But he didn't dare not listen to what the class teacher said, and walked over obediently.

"teacher."

"You have a competition tomorrow, right? You can't improve much by practicing now. Go back and do the questions. They probably have finished by now." Yan Ze was like a big fool.

Teacher Huang saw that Zhou Xin was leaving, and stopped him: "Zhou Xin, are you not practicing? Tomorrow is..."

Yan Ze interrupted him forcefully: "I know, so it's useless to practice now, don't dawdle, Zhou Xin, hand in the paper to me tonight, do you hear me?"

Zhou Xin nodded with a bitter face, wiped the sweat from his forehead and went back.

Yan Ze stared at Huang Li: "Where is Teacher Qiao?"

Huang Li said casually, "Why are you looking for her?"

Yan Ze raised his eyelids, showing a fierce and impatient expression, as if to say "None of your business".

"It's... it's inside..." Huang Li pointed to the entrance under the stands.

The rooms under the stands were very cool. Qiao Zheng and Tang Xi found a relatively empty room and took dozens of classmates to rehearse.

Footsteps stepped on the smooth floor, making a tapping sound, light and pleasant.

After the rehearsal, they added more than an hour of training time. Tang Xi and Qiao Zheng were not intimidating, and people often couldn't listen to what they said.

Qiaozheng sat carelessly on an army green cushion, her back was hunched, her shoulders moved up and down as she panted, her face was flushed with exhaustion, her hair was disheveled, and large beads of sweat had solidified on the forehead.

Tang Xi, who was on the side, was not in the mood anymore, and said weakly: "Everyone has worked hard, and you have stayed for so long to practice, and you must go all out tomorrow..."

"Ah."

"understood."

"goodbye teacher……"

The students also wanted to be pulled out of their muscles and bones, with their hands hanging down and their backs on their backs, listless and without any energy.

When Yan Ze saw that everyone had dispersed, Qiao Zheng stood up with difficulty and rearranged the loose ponytail. His tired eyes were about to wander away, so Yan Ze walked away and hid in the dark.

Qiaozheng walked out while drinking water. At this time, she didn't care about her image, she raised her head and gulped it down. After swallowing, she wiped her mouth hard with the back of her hand.

This dark corner is the base camp of mosquitoes. After a while, Teacher Yan felt that she had been bitten on the back of her hand. She hurried outside and felt that she was baffled and did nothing wrong. What was she hiding for?

Tonight is another critical night. The teachers have stepped up their defenses, and the leaders are keeping an eye on the monitoring.

The sports meeting runs from Saturday to Monday, and the third year of senior high school can only go on Saturday. Except for the athletes and staff who have projects, everyone else will study by themselves on Sunday and class as usual on Monday.

Their weekend is only one day, but the homework has not decreased but increased. The teacher is forcing the students to be careful.

On Saturday, the weather was fine, the sun was neither strong nor sluggish, a bright round hung in the middle of the sky, and the sky was as blue as washing.

The students came over early in the morning, Yan Ze went to change into formal clothes, and sat in the center of the rostrum with other leaders.

Each class used the class fee to buy mineral water and chocolate for the athletes.

The class flags are tied to the iron guardrail of the stands, colorful ones, fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, Director Ma, who was next to Yan Ze, asked to change seats with Yan Ze. Yan Ze was puzzled, but he switched with him. After a while, a bald male teacher who was sitting next to Director Ma left, and Teacher Ma finally sat down. Get a chance to say bad things about him: "This is the man, damn shameless."

Yan Ze gave a restraining look, and whispered, "The principal is right in front..."

Director Ma restrained himself a bit, but still resentful: "I remember him, I'll never forget him even if I'm a ghost, he was the one who snatched away a good seed when we recruited students in May today."

The enrollment battle between the two schools in June is a big drama every year, intrigues, overt and dark, conspiracies and schemes, almost want to stage the 36 tricks again.

Director Ma had a big fall on this bald man today, and he still feels aggrieved.

Yan Ze thought to himself, she will be leading the first year of high school tomorrow, so she probably will inevitably use all her skills to fight openly and covertly with the second high school.

Qiao Zheng wanted to wear the same clothes as her classmates who were dancing group gymnastics, a short pink and white T-shirt, revealing a pink waist, and a black pleated skirt on the lower body.

At this time, the bald teacher from No. [-] Middle School came back, and Director Ma gave him a disgusted look from a long distance away.

At eight o'clock, the volume of the majestic march suddenly increased, and the host gave a generous opening remark.

Then each class walks in a square team, and some people bring binoculars, just to see the younger brothers and younger sisters walking in front.

On this day, everyone can take off their school uniforms and put on costumes, and the young people's fitness and appearance will be displayed in the sun.

At the beginning of the group gymnastics, Qiao Zheng was very nervous. She was leading the dance in front, and she didn't know how the students behind her were doing.

The leaders have been watching this kind of performance for ten or eight years, and they don't show much interest. For the sake of etiquette, they hold their heads high and pretend to watch seriously.

Things like this kind of group are far away from the auditorium, and a few fake ones will not have much impact on the overall sense.

But half of the team couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and their movements were not standard. The leaders of the two schools sat in the middle of the stands, and the vice principal of No. [-] Middle School shook his head in disappointment when he was performing. The principal saw it, and suddenly felt that his face was dull.

The bald man next to Yan Ze sat crookedly on the chair, his shoulders were raised at one side and lowered at the other, and he kept curling his lips.

After a while, the bald man said to the leader on the other side: "This time, what are they all about? Only the little girl in the middle has a good figure."

Director Ma immediately talked to Yan Ze loudly, deliberately letting the bald man hear: "Mr. Yan, you said this school is the cleanest place, but in fact, there may be something dirty hidden here, some old bald donkeys, It's as if I've never seen a woman..."

Yan Ze smiled: "Director Ma's words are rough and reasonable..."

At this time, Principal Jiang was already very upset. After the opening ceremony, Principal Jiang was furious, saying that something happened in the group gymnastics. .

Anger, like responsibility, has to be followed from level to level.

Principal Wang was put together by Yan Ze and Lei Xueming that day, and he was sour in his heart, but now he finally seized the opportunity to vent without money.

"Director Sun, who is in charge of the rehearsal this time?"

"It's Huang Li from the sports group and Qiao Zheng from the art group."

Principal Wang spewed a puff of heat from his nose: "Call everyone over here."

Director Sun had no choice but to call Qiao Zheng and Huang Li.

"Little Qiao, where are you, don't change clothes, come here quickly, the third entrance under the stands..."

When Qiaozheng received the call, her heart skipped a beat, knowing that scolding was inevitable.

She hurried to contact Huang Li, and sure enough, Huang Li was also named.

Huang Li said, "It's okay, I'll be here before you, and I'll stand up for you for a while."

These words did not comfort Qiao Zheng. Since ancient times, no one has died, and everyone will die sooner or later.

But she really saw the angry faces of the leaders, but she couldn't be so open-minded and optimistic.

Qiao Zheng rushed over in a panic.

"Mr. Qiao, stop!"

Qiao Zheng stopped her running body abruptly, and almost raised her hand when she heard a cold shout, and nearly slipped.

At this time, Huang Li also rushed over with beads of sweat, and he still had a referee work card hanging around his neck.

Principal Wang's voice was as thick as thunder before the rain: "You should have watched the opening ceremony."

Qiao Zheng's heart raised her throat, and the group gymnastics performance was a mess, which she didn't want to see.

Time and sweat did not bring the desired results, the students were disappointed, the leaders were dissatisfied, and now she and Teacher Huang are the ones who feel the most uncomfortable.

There was a hint of emotion in Qiao Zheng's voice: "Look."

Huang Li, like a child who made a mistake, also said, "Look."

Principal Wang put his hips on his hips: "You're not blind, are you?"

Qiaozheng was not happy when she heard this, and thought to herself why you should talk like that, just as she was about to push back, Huang Li rushed up: "Blind, blind..."

Qiao Zheng: "..."

There are many athletes and staff walking around in the stands, so it is inevitable to take a few more glances here.

Qiao Zheng had the illusion that everyone was laughing at her.

"This year's sports meeting is so important. Have you paid attention to it? What a mess, it's really embarrassing to the school!" Principal Wang's cheeks were trembling.

The last sentence was like a heavy hammer, Qiaozheng's throat was sour, and tears welled up.