The sound of rain surrounds the beam

Joking aside, Ouyang Li's teaching quality is obvious to all.In his two public classes at the end of the month, the teachers who came to listen to the classes filled the corridors on both sides of the desks.

After class, Chen Ziyou stepped forward and cupped his hands: "If you are rich, don't forget each other."

Ouyang Li's cold is still not healed, and he said so many words just now, but his nasal voice still remains after listening carefully: "Stay away from me, I have a cold."

The heavy rain at the beginning of November, the rain was fierce, and the leaves that were not yellow were cut off and shot down like a tin soldier who died bravely.

Chen Ziyou has lived in D City for several years, and when the wind blows, he knows that the weather will change, so he rummages through the boxes and puts on a fleece pullover the next day, which is ugly but keeps warm.Ouyang Li felt that it was against his own aesthetics, so he insisted on wearing shirts to go out, and retreated steadily under the evil wind.

He is too busy this month. He has to do his part in preparing questions for the mid-term entrance exam, teaching and research, and open classes. At this juncture, it is easy to slack off.

One day Ouyang Li took a nap on the table after he was busy, and slept for two hours with the window open. When he woke up, his throat was itchy.

After two months of acclimatization, they found the right time and came to the door together, vomiting and diarrhea all night.

Chen Ziyou woke himself up from starvation at six o'clock on time, pulled on his slippers and knocked on the door next door, looked up and was frightened by Ouyang Li's face: "I'll go, I haven't seen you all night, why are you like this?"

"Cold." Ouyang Li squeezed two words out of his extremely astringent throat, and after a two-second break, three words popped out: "Sore throat."

Chen Ziyou quickly dug out the dusty medicine box at home, boiled a pot of hot water, and handed it to the patient together with the thermometer. After the test, it was 39 degrees four, and he could give up struggling and go straight to the hospital.

"Go, go to the hospital." Chen Ziyou grabbed him.

"Don't bother, it'll be over soon." Ouyang Li said in a broken voice.

Hearing the movement, Chen Ziyou's throat hurts: "There are so many words, if you don't trouble me, I will do my best. If it gets serious tomorrow, won't you trouble me even more?"

After being scolded, Ouyang Li felt self-conscious. He took a long break and went to the hospital to hang water. He was stared at with antipyretics three times a day. After two days of tossing, the fever finally subsided, but the inflammation in his throat has not healed.

Chen Ziyou saw that he was still coughing a bit: "After this period, there will be no class, so go back and lie down."

"What about you, shall we go back together?" Ouyang Li asked back.

Chen Ziyou was helpless: "What are you thinking, it would be nice to get off work normally."

He is the instructor of the debate team, and he will be busy with the finals in two days.

As the man at the top of the non-chief, Chen Ziyou is quite self-aware. The task of drawing lots for the game has always been handed over to the captain, and he never does it himself.

The Affiliated High School team went all the way to the finals. At the end of the schedule, there were not many debate questions left. In the case of a close match, which side wants to win depends on the luck of the draw.

The most difficult debate topics have been taken away, leaving only the pros and cons of the last one - whether going to college is the best way out.

It is quite a biased question, if you draw the opposite side, you will have a great advantage.

In front of the lottery for the finals, Chen Ziyou went to the battle in person, and he was so moved that he felt an unprecedented sense of mission-damn it!Anyway, half and half, I don't believe in this evil!

Then, square.

"It's over, it's over, it's lost!"

"A cool song for all the folks in the debate team." Zhong Mengyuan turned his elbows out while watching the excitement: "How should I put it, I'm not surprised at all."

"I told you not to let Teacher Chen smoke!"

"Is there any way, the rules are set like this, it's our fault that we didn't have Mr. Ouyang..."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you visit the forum? There was a post before..."

"It's almost enough, you guys, just say a few words." Chen Ziyou felt depressed, and was even more troubled by the chirping of a few children: "If you lose, you don't lose. You guys should change the team name to something louder."

Someone puzzled: "Why?"

Chen Ziyou had a rotten look on his face: "Impress the referee."

"Can this work?" Zhong Mengyuan was skeptical.

Chen Ziyou said: "It's useless, can it be trending on Weibo?"

Several children thought it made sense and decided to adopt Chen Ziyou's suggestion.

The day before the final, Zhong Mengyuan was the second debater in the team, and as usual he poked the group: extra!The debate team of the attached high school will go to the finals of the No. [-] middle school this Saturday. Does anyone have a scene for Ben Er's debate?

He often bubbled up in the group, and in two months he became a legend from the unknown. As soon as he came out to promote, he immediately received a positive response from half of the group.

[Li Jiawei] The attached high school entered the final? ?Who are you fighting with?

[Chen Yun]: Who can rekindle with an old enemy?

[Li Jiawei]: Alas, when will the injustice be repaid...

[Liu Qilong]: Compared with No.[-] Middle School?Good will come [strong]

[Wu Yinyin]: I will also go by the way, our Yaya is four debates!I'm here to take pictures for you~

[Meng Liya]: Please don't say anything~_~

[Wu Yinyin]: What's the matter with embarrassment? I'll wear a small skirt tomorrow hee hee

[Chen Yun]: I want to go but I have tutoring orz

【Xu Meizhi】: Actually, I too... Let's see the situation tomorrow!Ayuan and Yaya come on (^ω^)

As the news swished upwards, Zhong Mengyuan held his mobile phone with his feet up, half of a watermelon that was almost out of season in his arms, and his mouth was tightly pursed into a slit.

He doesn't care how many people cheer, whether there is a meeting or not.The group messages seem to be for self-promotion, but in fact the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to have ulterior motives.

After another half an hour, the people who wanted to be idle did not bubble up, Zhong Mengyuan couldn't hold back, poked open the single group at the end of the list, chewed his nails for a long time, and typed the most unnutritious 'in '.

After sending it out, it was silent for a long time. After he finished his homework and took a shower, he didn't reply until after nine o'clock:?

Zhong Mengyuan turned over violently, the water droplets from his undried hair shook off, and wet a small piece of pillowcase, and he was about to copy the message again with great interest, when another message came back from the other side, and he had probably already turned over the group message:

——I have a football game tomorrow.

Zhong Mengyuan stuck out his tongue angrily, and answered without any flaws: Forget it, don't disturb the great master to perform his skills [cup hands]

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chuan chatted with him:

-Then what

-?what then

-this one?

-if not(.)

- Are you looking for me for anything else?

- yes, fight?

-...

-[middle finger][middle finger][middle finger]

Regardless of whether Jiang Chuan came back, Zhong Mengyuan threw his phone under the pillow and fell asleep on the bed.

A dozen proposals were screened for the new team name, and the card was handed in on the last day of the deadline. By the time Chen Ziyou found out, it was too late, and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.

"Chen Ziyou's support team..." Old Ou said with a smile hidden in his voice, "I didn't expect you to be so confident in yourself."

Chen Ziyou's old embarrassment was almost lost: "Do you think it might be my idea? A few brats ganged up on me."

How to choose a name that is fresh and refined, after discussion, several people came to the same conclusion - it's okay to lose, but you have to bring Teacher Chen a share of embarrassment.

Chen Ziyou tried to pull people's backs: "Old Ou, do you want to take a look at the capitalist campus? I can take you there, Te Niubi. The campus is one and a half times the size of our high school. The fountain in the small square is never closed."

Where is it like the attached middle school, which is only opened when the leaders inspect it.

How could Ouyang Li not know what he was planning, so he dug a spoonful of matcha-flavored super cup and said with a cool breath: "No, I have class tomorrow."

And kindly made an amen prayer for him: "Take your support team and enjoy it."

"..."

The next day, I arrived at the Chongqing Auditorium. The contestants from the two teams greeted each other and prepared on one side of the backstage. Several students from the Chongqing Student Union in front arranged the venue in an orderly manner.

The leading boy didn't talk much, but he was very steady. After Chen Ziyou explained what he had to say, he went back to watch the battle. When he walked out of the backstage, he found that the boy was already waiting there. Seeing him coming out, he nodded and led the way. On the way, he briefly introduced the facilities in the hall, just a nonsense No.

It was not the first time for Chen Ziyou to come here, but it was the first time for this boy to see him. He stopped him with the mentality of inquiring about the enemy: "Student, which department of the student union are you from?"

"Hi teacher, I am the president, responsible for the venue layout." The boy replied before leaving.

Before taking two steps, another boy rushed from behind: "Brother, is this a good idea!"

He resisted a few times but did not move. He was held tightly by the arms of the boy who was half his head taller. He pinched the opponent's arm with his backhand, and said helplessly, "Let go first."

The voice was cold, but without anger.

Yin Zhuo let go with a smile, and walked around behind Ai Zhe's butt: "You haven't answered me yet, is my idea good?"

"What's the matter, Litong foreign countries."

"Where is it? How many sand sculptures are so intimidating? It embodies our good qualities of being courteous and not seeking rankings. Brother, how can you doubt others... Bah, my intentions!"

"Who knows you, didn't you used to be in the middle school?"

"Damn, it happened hundreds of years ago, and now I have nothing but Chongqing! And the name next door is too bad, you look like a brainless cheerleader..."

The two voices drifted away.

Chen Ziyou was half-baffled, and took a closer look at the LCD screen that had been arranged on the stage——

[The XX High School Debate Selection Finals in City D]

Affirmative: Chen Ziyou Support Team [Mengxia University Affiliated High School]

Opponent: You speak the whole team [Chongqing No. [-] Middle School]

Chen Ziyou twitched the corner of his mouth.

It’s true that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. If you think of a bad idea, let’s go together, and you can lose compared to the Shadiao High School.

When Jiang Chuan rushed to Chongqing No. [-] Middle School, the competition reached the final stage of free debate. He sneaked in without anyone noticing, found a corner where no one knew, stroked the hair that had been styled by the wind, and tried his best to go down with both hands. Pressed and pressed, with little effect.

Fortunately, no one noticed that there were more people in the last row. The lights in the auditorium were adjusted intentionally to focus on the stage. Jiang Chuan ignored the vibrating mobile phone, and his eyes turned over mountains and mountains, focusing on the energetic young man in front of him.

Sweating all over, and it was too late to wipe off the wetness on his forehead. His eloquent second debater smiled slightly, and his voice was loud, and everyone present was shocked when he spoke:

"The reason why I disagree with the opponent's point of view is that if we don't go to university! There will be fewer university teachers, and even fewer canteen aunts. If there are fewer jobs, many people will be unemployed, and many people will be unemployed. If they work, they will not be able to eat, and if they cannot eat, they will protest, and the protest will even lead to war, so why do we go to college! It is to save the world!!"

Jiang Chuan: "..."

Is there something wrong, what ** is speaking.

Chen Ziyou was completely convinced, and said in his heart that this is a fucking argument: "It's already like this, don't say it's my support team!"

tbc.

The author says:

A friendly cameo from Actually He's Not the Crew~