After the Xueba character was exposed

In late September, the weather is cool and suitable, and the school becomes lively between classes. Except for the experimental classes of all grades, the rest of the students are scattered in the corridors.

A row hung on the railing at the door of Class 4, led by Zhou Xuanyi, the F[-] captain of Class [-].

Holding two sports meeting registration forms in his hand, he consulted one by one along the row of figure ornaments, and finally returned to the classroom without even removing the cap of the fountain pen.

"Damn, this year's sports meeting is going to be cold again." Zhou Xuanyi said at the door, and handed the pen and paper to Jian Yao who was sitting by the door, "Put it on the seat for me."

As always, Jian Yao was leaning against the wall, taking the pen and paper with one hand and passing it to the other. Before putting it down, he glanced at it casually. On the surface was a registration form for girls, with only five lines filled in, and three of them only applied for one project. At first glance, it is unwilling.

The records on this form were too horrible to look at, so Jian Yao put this one on Zhou Xuanyi's desk, and continued to look at the boy's registration form in his hand.

There are eight people on the form, slightly better than girls.

"It's okay to say that there are fewer girls in our class. There are few girls in our class, and the situation in each class is similar, but there are so few boys!" Seeing Jian Yao reading the list, Zhou Xuanyi complained to him, "Long-distance running I was the only one in the two events, and I didn't register for the 100-meter relay, which is too empty for this group of rookies."

"If you fill me in, it will be full." Jian Yao pointed to the column of the 100x4 relay race, "I can also apply for a high jump, or anything else."

"Take it down, you just have to be an audience patiently, just cheer us on." Zhou Xuanyi said.

Jian Yao smiled, looked at the names of the eight people on the watch again, pushed himself against the wall and sat up, and leaned towards Jiang Zhao: "The long-distance race in the sports meeting is only [-], so you don't want to sign up?"

Jiang Zhao gave Jian Yao a look to let him experience it. After Jian Yao experienced it, he pressed the paper on the table and went to look for a fountain pen.

As soon as she took off the pen cap, Zhou Xuanyi took the first step to hold Jian Yao's hand, looked at Jiang Zhao and said, "Sign up for the sports meeting voluntarily, Jiang Zhao, do you want to sign up? I really don't want to sign up and don't force it."

According to past experience, Jiang Zhao, a student who is immersed in learning every day, will not be much better. He even carries a vocabulary book with him in physical education class. It is strange that he would be willing to sign up.

He has a good relationship with Jiang Zhao, so he didn't mention the sports meeting to him, so as not to be unwilling and difficult to refuse, which would embarrass both parties.

Who knew that Jian Yao's coming up was a coercion, and he wanted to write with a pen. "It's strange for you to say that someone reported it." Jian Yao struggled twice and couldn't break free, so he could only explain with the corners of his mouth, "He runs in the morning every morning, and a mere thousand and five is nothing to him."

Zhou Xuanyi was stunned, Jian Yao seized the opportunity and withdrew his hand, the tip of the pen hung on the square and stopped, looked at Jiang Zhao and said, "I reported it?"

This person asked insincerely, and just started writing after speaking, without giving anyone a chance to respond.

After Jian Yao finished writing his name, he found the 1500-meter race and ticked it. After thinking about it, he ticked the 100x4 relay race as well.

When Zhou Xuanyi came back to his senses, the matter had settled down, and Jian Yao threw the written registration form on his desk.

Zhou Xuanyi choked while looking at the watch, and asked, "Since when did you two get along so well? Did you know Jiang Zhaochen ran away?"

Jian Yao: "..."

Is this focus too far?

"You arrive at school at least 10 minutes early every day, you eat breakfast, and you run in the morning, so what time do you get up every day?" Zhou Xuanyi asked with a shocked expression.

Jiang Zhao said, "05:30."

"..." Zhou Xuanyi's expression of shock turned into astonishment, she held her chin and gave him a thumbs up, and then asked Jian Yao, "You were still sleeping when he was running, how did you know?"

"..."

Shouldn't the point be that Jiang Zhao is awesome?

Jian Yao was dazed gracefully, turning the pen methodically, but his mind was in a mess.

He couldn't explain this thing, and he couldn't say it was a dream.

"Why not let him sign up?" Jiang Zhao said suddenly.

Both Zhou Xuanyi and Jian Yao were taken aback for a moment, and realized that the "he" referred to Jian Yao.

"He can't, it's better not to participate anyway." Zhou Xuanyi said.

"Hey, say who can't do it." Jian Yao pushed him, "Pay attention to your wording."

Zhou Xuanyi tilted to the side, waved his hand at Jian Yao perfunctorily, and continued: "Last year he signed up for the 100-meter relay. Before the sports meeting, we took a day to practice once. His feet swelled up the next day after running, and it took almost a week to disappear. come down."

"It's just congested and swollen. I'm slow to stop bleeding, so it looks scary." Jian Yao said indifferently, "That's a normal phenomenon, which means I run fast."

"You're all swollen into a pumpkin, you're a normal fart." Zhou Xuanyi said, "Just calm down, anyway, now that several important projects have been reported, you are not bad. I will give the application form to Zhao at noon. Teacher, let's see what he says."

Zhou Xuanyi was still too naive, thinking that Zhao Jin could pass the registration form, but Zhao Jin lost his temper in the class at noon, stood on the podium and gave an impromptu speech for 10 minutes, and finally brainwashed several people. A few lines were added to the entry form, but it was still too few.

The form was dragged on until Friday and failed to be handed in. In a blink of an eye, it was time for the class meeting again.

The theme this time was "Monthly Exam Mobilization Conference", but what Zhao Jin said was not about the monthly exam.

"We haven't finished reporting for the events of our sports meeting." Zhao Jin looked around at the students in the audience, wrinkling his face, "There are only a few events, but no one is willing to apply, and no one is willing to apply for the 800-meter run. , and you don’t need to run fast, right? The important thing is to participate, and I’ll ask again if anyone has volunteered to sign up.”

The audience was silent, everyone buried their heads on the table, and usually the rowdy ones stopped talking.

Zhao Jin stood alone in the silence for a few seconds, sighed helplessly, and walked from the center of the podium to the podium.

"Since none of you are willing to sign up, I can only choose someone."

As soon as Zhao Jin said this, the students raised their heads from the table one after another, and the chattering sound of discussion also rang out.

"This class meeting will talk about two things, one is the first monthly exam after the official start of the second year of high school, and the other is the last sports meeting of our high school." Zhao Jin said, "The last time, wait until the third year of high school." If you want to participate in these activities, you can’t even participate. This year’s opening ceremony is for high school freshmen to participate. We have nothing to do, so what we have to do is to report more projects and write more promotional drafts. Last year, our group score was the lowest in the whole grade. This year Can't you do it again? As long as you report all the items, even if you get all of them, you can rank No.10."

"But we have a few projects that are still vacant, so I thought, just try out our group plan." After Zhao Jin finished speaking, he walked to the blackboard and tapped on the word "monthly exam" on the blackboard. "The results of this monthly exam happen just before the sports meeting. At that time, I will calculate the average score of each group, and the group with the lowest score will fill in the items vacated by the sports meeting. If there are not enough people, they will be moved to the previous group."

As soon as these words were said, the whole class became a little lively, and Jiang Zhao's group exploded immediately.

It doesn't matter if Jiang Zhao and Zhou Xuanyi applied for the project, and it doesn't matter if Jian Yao can't apply for the project for special reasons, mainly because of the other three.

Although they are called the F4 combination, they are more than 4:01 points different from the real F30 in all aspects, the most conspicuous is the body shape.

Either they are a little fat, or they are as thin as a monkey. Anyway, they don't have any sports cells at first glance.

They were all obsessed with their grades, and wailed together, while Jian Yao stepped on the crossbar under Jiang Zhao's stool, smiling sideways and watching the play.

Zhou Xuanyi was the second best in this group, with her head raised above the sky, she said loudly and indifferently: "Stop howling, our group is definitely at the bottom, you just apply for the project and forget it."

What he said was true, but after being heard by Zhao Jin, his taste changed, as if they were proud of being at the bottom, and it didn't play a role in motivating learning at all.

But looking at Zhou Xuanyi like this, it really didn't help.

Except for Jiang Zhao, none of them looked like they were in class, they were casual and noisy, Zhao Jin glanced at them a few times, but it didn't have any effect of vigilance, so he put on a donkey face.

"This alone seems useless, so let's add another one. For the two days of the sports meeting, everyone is required to submit [-] promotional drafts every day, and the last team will double."

Jian Yao: "..."

Class 4 F[-]: "..."

Jiang Zhao, who was inexplicably cut across the board: "..."

If the sports meeting report project is a nightmare, then writing publicity drafts is a nightmare within a nightmare.

As soon as this was said, the whole class exploded, and everyone didn't care about the last one doubling, just the usual thirty servings a day was enough to drive them crazy.

"Write sixty promotional articles a day, are you crazy?" Zhou Xuanyi's face turned green, and her attitude changed instantly, showing the momentum of No.2 in the group, "There are still ten days before the exam, work hard brother Guys, writing so much will kill you!"

"..." Jian Yao's face was numb, and he approached Jiang Zhao and asked, "How many points did we lose in the last monthly exam?"

Jiang Zhao said, "Twenties."

Jian Yao: "..."

Jiang Zhao glanced at him kindly, and reminded: "If you want to continue to maintain this grade, you can start writing the manuscript now."

"...Impossible." Jian Yao pointed at himself, "I can't write bad characters because I don't like to write. It would be better to kill me than to ask me to write so much."

Jiang Zhao curled his lower lip and smiled shortly: "Then take the test hard."

This must be tested well.

Jian Yao roughly estimated that with Jiang Zhao as the unstoppable first supporter, it would be enough for him to pass the standard line by then.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone poked his back twice, and when Jian Yao turned around, he found four people from F4 looking at him together.

"We just discussed it. From today onwards, everyone will do homework by themselves, and they will do surprise review in the ten days." Zhou Xuanyi looked at him seriously and said, "You are the focus of attention, so let Jiang Zhao supervise you."

Jian Yao: "..." Have you discussed it with Jiang Zhao? Do you want someone to supervise? ?

Before saying this, Jiang Zhao answered without looking back: "Okay."

"..."

That's fine.

Jian Yao used to write homework every day, but he chose to write more and less according to his mood. Now that he has become the focus of attention, it is rare for him to take the time to fill in all the homework, and he also includes steps to solve the problems.

As a result, when he went to school the next day, he and Jiang Zhao were the only ones in the group who finished their homework.

"...Why don't we start writing the manuscript now." Chen Xiaopang, one of F4, said and started looking for a pen and paper.

"Can you have some backbone!" Zhou Xuanyi patted the table and said, "We are a group, and the soul of the group cannot be lost! Are you worthy of the group leader now? Look at Jian Yao, he has finished his homework!"

"..." Jian Yao, who was suddenly named, buried his head in his book, and turned around helplessly until the bench was almost kicked over, and said in cooperation, "That's it."

He looked at Zhou Xuanyi's high-spirited look, and thought to himself, why don't you come to be the team leader.

Zhou Xuanyi has already entered the drama, completely forgetting that he just finished his Chinese homework, he straightened his back and gave a wonderful speech in the group, perfectly usurping Jiang Zhao's position as group leader.

Jian Yao listened to the speech with relish, and found that Jiang Zhao had been in a semi-dissociated state, so he forced him to turn around and be an audience with him.

"Our current strength is definitely not enough just by staying in school, so tomorrow, I suggest that our group hold a team building activity." Zhou Xuanyi, the newly usurped team leader, raised his index finger and announced, "The name of the activity is, Books One-day trip to study in the museum.”

The author has something to say: a one-day tour of library science (tou) learning (qing).

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