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Playing football in the physical education class caused a strong wind for a whole class. Although it made his head dusty, Yan Zizheng still had a good time playing.

After the whole team disbanded after class, he went back to class with the ball in his arms, and kicked the ball to the back of the class. When he saw something on the teacher's desk in Nanxing that dazzled his eyes in the sun, it was not easy to ignore.

If he remembered correctly, it was the box of biscuits that Zhaoyu bought off-campus when he escaped over the wall in the second class.The reason is very simple, that kid bumped into Gong Yue who was disappointed that he didn't get the sold-out blueberry flavor in the school supermarket.

Yan Zizheng leaned forward and took a look again. You Zhaoyu's crooked and broken characters were still on it, so it couldn't be wrong.It seems that someone's warmth has not been delivered, he couldn't help laughing, and squeezed out among the classmates who were returning to class intermittently.

After going to the bathroom to wash his hands and coming back, a girl told him that someone was looking for him just now. Yan Zizheng thought it was Ma Liangli.

The girl seemed even more surprised than him, she spoke slowly but clearly: "Lin Jinglei from the class next door."

Yan Zizheng frowned after hearing this, took out two tissues and wiped his hands before leaving the front door.

Gong Yue was collecting the math exercise book at Lin Jinglei's desk: "You hand it in, otherwise our class won't be able to collect all of them. Now you are the only one missing. Tang Shan handed it in."

Lin Jinglei who was sitting there was unmoved: "I didn't write it, I'll fuck it."

Gong Yue said seriously: "Then you don't know how to write?"

I have to be able to do calculations on that question too, Lin Jinglei got annoyed by the ink stains and got up to leave.

Gong Yue quickly grabbed Lin Jinglei's arm: "It doesn't matter if you copy it or hand in the blank, you have to hand it in anyway..."

Lin Jinglei flung his arm away violently, and when he brought up the math class, Duanduan got angry and was punished to stand for a class. He brushed past Gong Yue who was pushed back half a step: "Don't worry about me, I won't hand it in."

Yan Zizheng, who was leaning against the back door, saw the whole thing clearly, stopped the person who was about to go out, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

Lin Jinglei got out sideways, and said casually: "I found time to pick up clothes on the fifth floor. Sister Yao asked me to notify you."

That's right, otherwise Lin Jinglei would have nothing to do with him.Yan Zizheng felt a little disappointed, but he didn't understand why he was disappointed.

The bespoke uniforms are back, all white with gold trim on the neckline, outside sleeves and trouser seam.Lin Jinglei went to pick it up right after class in the third period. The senior sister saw that Yan Zizheng who went to gather with him every time was not there, so she asked him to pick it up. He didn't do it, and he wasn't running errands.

But he still ran errands. After all, it was fine to tell Yan Zizheng to pick up the clothes himself, but the form was different.In his eyes, helping to bring it back is intimacy, and helping to convey it is a convenience.He and Yan Zizheng, of course, chose the latter.

Lin Jinglei often chooses to go to the toilet when the class is about to start. Not only is it not crowded, but he can also save 2 minutes of class.He came out of the toilet and went back to the class. Looking through the window on the door, there was a huge sleeping pill standing on the podium. If he was not sleepy, he would be sorry for the quality of his political teacher's lectures.

At this time, two people came out of Class [-], Zou Jing walked in front, and Zhaoyu followed behind.

Standing there, Lin Jinglei watched the teacher and the student enter an office in the corridor over there, feeling secretly that Yu Zhaoyu was about to be punished.

You Zhaoyu found that the biscuits he bought were on the desk of their homeroom teacher. When he brought them back, he was caught on the spot, and then he was taken to the office.

"Is your dad on a business trip?" Zou Jing asked as soon as he entered the door.

Originally, when the biscuits failed to reach Gong Yue, Yu Zhaoyu was very angry at Zou Jing for being nosy, but now this man brought out his father to threaten him, he snorted: "Can you do something else, I Isn't it just a biscuit, why are you looking for my dad?"

Zou Jing stood in front of You Zhaoyu and looked straight into the boy's eyes: "That's not the reason I'm looking for you."

You Zhaoyu became confident in an instant: "Then what happened?"

Zou Jing paced back and forth with folded arms: "I want to confirm whether you were involved in the malicious beating of a boy by many people in the men's room during the break between classes yesterday afternoon."

You Zhaoyu shook his head without hesitation: "No."

Zou Jing's scrutinizing eyes drifted over: "Really?"

You Zhaoyu said impatiently: "No."

"The director was very angry about this, and called out the corridor monitoring. In those few minutes, besides the admitted students from other classes, there was also you. Are you still telling me that you didn't do anything?"

You Zhaoyu frowned: "If you don't believe me, why do you ask?"

Zou Jing shouted: "I also hope that you didn't participate in this school violence. When the director found me, I was still defending you. It's best that you didn't lie."

"I was there, but I was just watching..."

"It's even wrong to watch the excitement!" Zou Jing interrupted.

"Damn, it's not okay to watch the excitement." You Zhaoyu frowned annoyedly.

"Equivalent to an accomplice, how can you bear to watch that classmate being bullied and humiliated."

You Zhaoyu stared: "What can I do, I don't know what's going on with them, the door is blocked and I can't get out, so I have to watch."

Zou Jingshen took a deep breath: "Have you ever thought about if you were the one being bullied?"

You Zhaoyu immediately retorted: "Whoever dares to bully me, I am the only one who bullies others, and he will be the end of himself if he is beaten."

Zou Jing was completely speechless. He really felt that he couldn't reason with this child. He sighed softly: "I'll ask for the last time, is there you?"

"Didn't you say it's gone?"

Zou Jing shook his hand: "Go back to class."

You Zhaoyu spread his palms in front of Zou Jing with a rascal air: "Give me back the biscuits, mine."

Zou Jing hesitated, and finally stretched out his hand to open the rolled-up book from his armpit, and took out the box of biscuits: "One more thing, don't let me see you driving to school again, and I will give it to your dad right away. Call up."

You Zhaoyu took the biscuit back from Zou Jing's hand, didn't say anything, turned around and cursed silently at the door after coming out.

Tang Shan was particularly interested in Lin Jinglei's standard-bearer uniform, so he pestered Lin Jinglei to show it to him after school that night.

While waiting for the school bus, Lin Jinglei threw the bag in his hand to Tang Shan in the air. Maybe because of the strong wind, the bag was blown diagonally and hit the face of a sophomore boy.

The boy cursed at that moment, stomping on the bag on the ground angrily: "Damn it, whoever didn't have eyes threw it away!"

Tang Shan raised his hand and squeezed over: "I'm sorry buddy."

The boy kicked the bag under his feet vigorously, cursed something, and got on the school bus that had just stopped.

Lin Jinglei wanted to catch up and ask the grandson why he apologized and kicked away his clothes bag viciously, but today was his aunt's birthday, so he had to go back early and go out for dinner together, so as not to cause trouble.

When he and Tang Shan bent down to look for clothes, the bag appeared in front of them: "It's not your character to do anything."

Lin Jinglei looked at Yan Zizheng, pulled the bag, and said unkindly, "None of your business."

The chorus competition happened to be on Monday, and each class began to practice repeatedly for the final sprint from the morning.

Because Lin Jinglei didn't participate in the whole process, he was not interested in it, and his attention was all on raising the flag during the gymnastics today.

Regarding the flag raising this time, it was simply a crash training. The seniors of the sophomore flag raising team held the red flag and demonstrated in front of them a few times, and it was considered as the end of the teaching.

Up to now, Lin Jinglei still can't figure out the steps. To break the flag, isn't it just to hang the flag and pull it up during the national anthem? Why is it so complicated.

Usually there is nothing that would concern Lin Jinglei at school, but he didn't know why, so he went online to carefully check the flag-raising instructions and carefully wrote them down.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the second period, he left the class and ran to the gym room to change clothes. When he opened the door and entered, there were already two flag-raisers from other classes there, chatting and laughing loudly.

He came to the small cabinet assigned two days ago, used the key to unscrew the cabinet door, took out his uniform and began to change.Last Friday, while waiting for the school bus after school, his clothes were thrown on the ground and trampled and soiled. His aunt washed and ironed them again, and he could still smell the fragrance of laundry detergent after wearing them.

The stipulated time is 5 minutes to change clothes and go downstairs, so the flag bearers must move quickly and arrive at the playground before all the students in the school are assembled.

A total of six people.

It's very simple. Four people carry the national flag to the flag-raising platform, and then one person is responsible for raising the flag and the other is responsible for raising the flag. The division of labor is not fixed in turn.

Yan Zizheng is in charge of raising the flag this week.

He came late because of the English class, but his movements were very neat. He entered the room and changed his clothes and went downstairs with the others.

Several people are from different classes. It is better to say that the selection of the flag bearer is the selection of the model. They all have good looks and good temperament. They wear uniforms and walk in the crowd, not to mention attracting attention. Read it all over.

Tang Shan waved at Lin Jinglei from a long distance away and shouted, "Leizi! Don't mess it up!"

Lin Jinglei stared at him with his eyes: "Go away, don't be crowed."

The weekly flag-raising ceremony, even the third year of high school who seldom participated in group activities, had to wear school uniforms. The three year groups plus the whole school's teaching staff, nearly 4000 people, stood densely on the east playground.

When the host starts to announce the flag raising on the broadcast, the flag raiser raises his hands, and the flag guard walks to the flag raising platform at the same time. The teachers and students stood up and the national anthem was played.

Although it was the first time to cooperate, these few people had a tacit understanding, but in the audience, many people were watching the flag bearer and not watching the flag, and they agreed to pay attention.

Majestic and majestic, amidst the passionate and surging melody, the bright red reaches the top of the flagpole and flutters in the wind.

Growing up, it was the first time for Lin Jinglei to participate in such a serious event. He thought it was novel and interesting. When he left the stage, he didn't pay attention to his feet and almost stumbled, which caused a burst of laughter from nearby.

Tang Shan described Lin Jinglei at the time as ecstatic, narcissistic to the point of flying, and he looked so happy that he was about to ascend to immortality.

Lin Jinglei remembered this grudge, and planned to sit down and watch it during the chorus competition in the afternoon, and to bury Tang Shan after it was over.

For this culture month event, the first year group is a chorus competition, the second year group is a speech competition, and the third year group does not participate.

In order to mobilize all students to participate in extracurricular activities, Zou Jing removed the voluntary participation in the regulations and replaced them with all participation.

When the students of Class [-] saw the chorus teams of other classes in the backstage and backstage, they were a little frightened. Why are there so few people?

Their chorus costumes were borrowed by their class teacher from a photo studio. The girls wore long skirts, while the boys wore long trousers of the same color.

Yan Zizheng stood in the line and listened to You Zhaoyu complaining that the pants were short and the clothes were ugly, but his eyes were on the line of Class [-] next door. Sure enough, Lin Jinglei was not among the students wearing camouflage uniforms. That kid really didn't seem to be able to participate in such activities people.

Seeing Class [-] has come on stage, Zou Jinglai cheered up the morale. He clapped his hands to focus everyone's attention: "After going on stage for a while, remember to bow to the judges and audience before singing. Make no mistake, step down in an orderly manner after singing and bowing..."

You Zhaoyu sighed in the back: "He can really chatter."

There were chuckles all around, and they didn't listen to the head teacher's explanation at all, and they were chased off the stage like a duck on the shelf after a few minutes.

Lin Jinglei sat in the auditorium, looked at the people from Class [-] and sighed: "I'll go, cook dumplings, there are so many here."

A male classmate next to him took the words: "The auditorium in their class is empty, which means that everyone has gone up."

Lin Jinglei said, "I'm sure the fuck is still not singing well."

Because it was a temporary class, Lin Jinglei had already heard what song Class [-] sang during private rehearsals. He didn't know the title of the song, but Tang Shan said it was "On the Taihang Mountain".

This class is really the same as usual, uneven, smelly and long.After singing and leaving the stage, there was a mess of porridge, which became a comedy.

I thought that according to the order of the class, their class was the last one to come on stage, and the judges' hearing fatigue scoring deviation was unfair. I didn't expect that when the results were finally announced, the [-]th class of senior high school was squeezed into the top three who could get the certificate.

The host who delivered the award speech said that one of the reasons for his award is that the unity of all members is worthy of praise.

Tang Shan took off his camouflage military cap, and jumped up angrily: "This is fucking okay!"

Qiao Fengzi knew that the third last student in her class was not very happy, so after returning to class, she changed the three ancient poems to be recited into one, and changed her usual routine to stand on the podium and talk with the students behind closed doors.

"I think you sing "Heroes Hymn" very well, and the tone must be imposing. The result may be a little unsatisfactory, but don't be discouraged. It's just an occasional singing competition. There are still many things we can work hard on, such as the upcoming In the upcoming midterm exam, you have to pass the seventeenth class."

It may be destined that these two classes are old enemies, and the aggressive method of changing to another class may not work.

When it comes to comparing grades, even Lin Jinglei has confidence, after all the bottom one is not in their class.

Qiao Fengzi hit the iron while it was hot: "Each of you score one more point, and the average score will increase by one point as a whole. We can work hard together. Do you have the confidence to win Class [-] this time?"

"Have!"

And Class [-] was also discussing this matter. It was obvious that the two teachers had agreed to bring the students of the two classes who were competing on crooked paths back to the right track.

Zou Jing said loudly: "The same group of teachers are teaching, why can't we be the one with the highest average score? We have to surpass class [-] in this midterm exam, okay?"

"it is good!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and it was a beautiful woman who pushed the door and poked her head in.