Idol and school grass are at the same table

Time passed quickly, and it was already autumn in a blink of an eye.

Wednesday's morning self-study is watched by Wang Zha.

The head teacher held a meeting the day before and talked about a lot of things, before he had time to make arrangements, Wang Zhe took this time to start the class meeting.

It was the time when I was sleepy in the morning, and I could still hold on reading. When the class meeting started, half of the class fell down.

The remaining half are either doing homework or stealing breakfast, and basically no one listens to the people on the podium.

"Come on, the next two things you want to say are what you want to hear." Seeing that people in the first row started to get down on the ground, Wang Zhan couldn't help but knocked on the podium.

It's a pity that it still failed to attract anyone's attention.

"The sports meet is about to start, tentatively scheduled for the 29th and 30th, Friday and Saturday." Wang Zha looked at the sports committee in the back row and raised his voice, "The squad leader and the sports committee will organize the registration, and at least two people will participate in each event ——There are few boys in our class, so try to get everyone involved.”

Wang Zha's words finally attracted the attention of the students who were about to merge with the table, and there was a commotion in the class, and discussions started.

In addition to studying, high school life is learning. The sports meeting can be said to be one of the most anticipated activities for students, and it is naturally very exciting.

Moreover, there are many girls in the liberal arts class, so there is no need for everyone to participate in the competition, which also makes some girls who just want to have fun and don't like sports very satisfied.

It's just a boy who suffers.

There are few boys in the liberal arts class, and the eighth class is notoriously full of yin and yang, with 33 students, only 13 boys, and two students for each project, it is really embarrassing for them.

It was okay in the first year of high school, but now that they were divided into arts and science classes, several boys felt the pressure and wailed from the bottom.

"Okay, don't you guys like to play very much, don't you feel happy to let you play?" Wang Zha said a few more words, and began to announce the next thing, "There is another one that you like too."

"The preparations for the New Year's Eve party are now underway. Each class will have at least two programs, which will be reviewed at that time. It can be individual or a group of people. The class leader and the publicity committee will discuss it together. Talented students should be more active. Take the opportunity to show yourself."

"These two things are to give me a preliminary list of participants before school in the afternoon before Friday."

Fenghe has the International Department, and the annual New Year's Eve party is held in a grand manner. Whether it is the party itself or the free activities of the students after the end, high school students are looking forward to it.

This news was obviously more exciting than the previous one, and there was a quarrel in the class.

The students who were still drowsy all came to their senses, and discussed with the surrounding students with bright eyes.

However, although everyone chatted happily, they were not active when asked by the class committee what activities they wanted to participate in.

The day is almost over, and a few names have not been filled in the registration form.

In the afternoon between classes, several class committee members mobilized around to no effect, and finally cast their sights on the two bosses in the last row.

Of course, no matter how unafraid of death, no one dared to lay their minds on Ji Ting. Several people discussed for a few minutes, and unanimously decided to attack Shen Zhixing first.

"Brother Xing, please apply for two projects." Qin Yang took the registration form and moved to Shen Zhixing's seat, and put the registration form on his desk.

Shen Zhixing was scribbling and drawing on the notebook boredly, when he heard the words, he glanced at the application form in front of him, "Sign up, you can sign up whatever you want, I'll do it."

"Okay, Brother Xing is really refreshing." Qin Yang was so happy that he took a brush and drew several hooks, "One hundred, two hundred, relay, three thousand, high jump, javelin..."

"Stop, wait a moment." Shen Zhixing suddenly realized that something was wrong, and grabbed his arm, "You can give me the full report."

Qin Yang paused embarrassedly, "How is that possible?"

Shen Zhixing glanced at him, "It's impossible, some projects are competing at the same time, I don't have a clone, so I can't apply, right?"

There were indeed few boys in class eight, so Shen Zhixing complained about it, and finally let Qin Yang apply for a bunch of projects for himself.

After registering Shen Zhixing, Qin Yang didn't leave. He glanced around the school bully and came up with a bolder idea.

Holding the registration form, he clasped his hands together and looked at Shen Zhixing, "Brother Xing, you can mobilize other people."

Qin Yang actually didn't hold out hope, but wanted to try because he really had no choice.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhixing, the feared school bully, turned out to be a good young man who is willing to help others. He glanced at him, and agreed more readily than before, "Put it here, and I will ask for you."

"Fuck, thank you Brother Xing, you are really a good person." Qin Yang was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked Shen Zhixing, so excited that he wanted to kowtow to him.

Shen Zhixing waved his hand, Qin Yang explained, "Actually, it's mainly girls..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the school bully put the watch on his desk, raised his arm casually and intimately on the back of his deskmate who was lying on the desk, "Sports meet, what event do you want to apply for? "

Qin Yang's mouth suddenly opened wide, and it took him a long time to swallow the remaining half of the sentence, and he admired Shen Zhixing even more in his heart.

As expected, the school bully wasn't for nothing, even a sleeping celebrity dared to scream.

Ji Ting did not fall asleep, and heard their discussion, but he was not interested in group activities.

Hearing Shen Zhixing calling himself, he directly threw off the arm on his shoulder, refused even to look at it, "I don't want to report it."

"Your ideological awareness is not good enough." Shen Zhixing had already developed a lot of courage, so he didn't put his shoulders on his shoulders, and directly grabbed his arm. Lose class [-]'s face, don't you?"

Ji Ting got annoyed by his torment, got up from the table, picked up a book and patted it on his head, "Are you annoyed?"

Shen Zhixing laughed even happier after being slapped, took the book in his hand and put it on the table, raised his hand and pointed around, changed his strategy, and began to understand and reason with Ji Tingdong.

"Look at the poor number of boys in our class, and then look at the miserable quality of boys in our class. They are all tall, short, fat, and thin, but they are not well-proportioned and fit."

Ji Ting looked at him blankly, and followed his gaze around.

Although Shen Zhixing's words were a bit embarrassing, it was true, not only were there few boys in their class, but they were basically of low quality.

Looking around, the only person who can be called good is the person next to him.

Ji Ting's expression relaxed a little, and Shen Zhixing immediately dragged Qin Yang who was trying his best to show "thin" beside him.

"Look at our squad leader's thin body, just like this, he has reported five or six projects." Shen Zhixing said impassionedly, and slapped Qin Yang, "You don't feel like he sacrificed for the class at all. Are you moved by the spirit? Don’t you want to contribute your own strength to the class as well?”

The squad leader next to him couldn't bear Shen Zhixing's slap with his thin body, and he almost died of coughing.

Ji Ting glanced back and forth between the two of them a few times, and finally waved his hands, "Report."

Qin Yang didn't expect Ji Ting to be so eloquent at all, he was surprised and nervous, picked up the application form and carefully pushed it to him, "Brother Ting, let's see what you want to apply for."

Shen Zhixing was very dissatisfied with his differential treatment, "Damn it, why don't you and I do the same?"

"I can do it, just read the newspaper." Ji Ting waved his hand and said to Qin Yang, then gave Shen Zhixing a warning look, "Try bothering me again."

After speaking, he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

Qin Yang was stunned for a while holding the watch, and didn't know what to do.

He and He Wenqian grew up together, and through He Wenqian, he also got to know Shen Zhixing very early. They have a good relationship with each other, and they will play together after they are assigned to the same class.

Although the school bully has a bad reputation, he is always joking and laughing. Qin Yang and other classmates are not that afraid of him.

Ji Ting is different, his identity itself is like a barrier, separating him from other classmates, but he has a cold temper.

After more than a month, few in the class dared to talk to him.

Although Qin Yang could feel that the other person was actually good, he didn't dare to approach him rashly.

"You read the newspaper." Shen Zhixing knew what Qin Yang was thinking, and smiled, "He said so, he will definitely participate, and, for girls, I will also help you say a few words, but there is no guarantee It will definitely work."

"Ah, okay, okay, it's okay." Qin Yang responded several times in a row, still a little nervous, watching the person lying on Table Mountain subconsciously lower the volume, "Then I'll bring it over after the report, you give it to him have a look?"

Shen Zhixing nodded, and suddenly remembered something, "Try not to report too much, he has a leg injury."

Qin Yang successfully recruited two big bosses to apply for sports events, and even finished half of the girls' events within one class.

The task of the sports committee was basically completed, and he was so grateful to Qin Yang that he blew rainbow farts wildly.

The publicity committee couldn't sit still anymore, and went to him for help with a registration form that was basically the same as a blank piece of paper.

The squad leader was blown away by the sports committee, and actually agreed to help the publicity committee to improve their performance.

But this time it was not so lucky.

"Squad leader, although I am very grateful for your recognition of me, do you have any misunderstandings about me?" Shen Zhixing looked at Qin Yang, speechless, "What kind of talent do you think I know? Isn't it enough to look like an ignorant bastard?"

What he said was extremely reasonable, and while trying not to let himself laugh, Qin Yang wondered what to do.

Someone next to him who kept his head down and obviously didn't want to participate in their discussion laughed undisguisedly.

Ji Ting raised his head and glanced at Shen Zhixing, "There is no need to belittle yourself so much, cross talk should be quite suitable for you."

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, and he put his hands on Shen Zhixing's table, staring at him, "Brother Xing, how is it? I think you can do it."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think." Shen Zhixing slapped his hand away, "Don't think about it, this is impossible—I really can't."

Qin Yang had no other choice, and didn't want to just go back. He turned his eyes around Shen Zhixing twice, gritted his teeth desperately, and cast his eyes on Ji Ting, "That Brother Ting..."

Ji Ting looked up at him, speaking nonsense without sincerity, "Neither will I."

Even though he knew that this sentence was obviously nonsense, Qin Yang still didn't have the guts to hold back. He nodded reluctantly, and picked up the registration form.

"You're belittling yourself." Shen Zhixing insisted on exposing him, "I just don't chase stars, and I don't use 2G to surf the Internet. Don't hide your super strength anymore."

Ji Ting's expression changed, and he took a deep breath before managing his expression well.

Before he could say anything, Shen Zhixing continued in his usual low-key tone, "Stop pretending, don't think I don't know, you are very good at girl group dancing."

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