Ye Cheng

After the National Day holiday, the school began to prepare for the sports meeting. Just in time for the 30th anniversary, this time the sports meeting was more grand than usual.The school also assigned a task to let each class take this school celebration as the theme and publish a blackboard newspaper before the sports meeting.

Everyone has seen blackboard newspapers from elementary school to high school. Lu Mingyuan has always regarded them as dispensable decorations at the back of the classroom. He and Ye Cheng have always been very busy, so these things rarely get mixed up .

"Hey, little squad leader, the head teacher asked you to come over." Lu Mingyuan hated these people calling him the little squad leader. As a squad leader, shouldn't he have the dignity of a class leader?Even if he is only 13 years old this year.Lu Mingyuan was upset, but he obediently went to the head teacher's office.

"Mingyuan, how is it? Are you getting used to high school life?" Lu Mingyuan's head teacher cared about the class leader's study and life very kindly.

"Very good." Lu Mingyuan responded casually. Anyway, the old man called him over, and he definitely didn't just want to ask this.

"I heard that you learned painting from Mr. A Cong in Qiuzhen Studio?" Sure enough.

"I don't know how to draw." As soon as I heard it, I knew that there must be trouble coming to my door.

"Teacher A Cong's studio is quite good. How can you not know how to draw? Mingyuan, since you are the monitor of our class, you have to treat class affairs as your own..." The head teacher talked about teaching Come with great power. "You also know that the publicity committee member in our class really doesn't know how to draw. It's really a bit of a stretch to ask him to publish a blackboard newspaper. Those who are able should work harder. You need to help."

The publicity committee member of their class, unfortunately, is the tall guy named Zhong Wanli. Both Ye Cheng and Lu Mingyuan guessed wrong. That guy didn't actually buy it to study. His grades are still in the top ten in the class. When the class teacher was arranging the class committee, he happened to arrange a propaganda committee member for him.

This old man!The publicity committee in the class can't publish blackboard newspapers. Whose fault is this?

It is said that the upsurge of art examinations has already started in various big cities. Unfortunately, they haven't caught up in the town yet, so it is normal that there is not a single art student in Lu Mingyuan's class. It seems that a boy who lacks artistic and aesthetic qualities is really not good enough to be a propaganda committee member. That guy has been dancing around the blackboard behind the class for several days. The things he drew are still horrible, so he has to erase them again and again .

In fact, Lu Mingyuan didn't want to help him at all. Zhong Wanli walked back and forth by his seat many times, but Lu Mingyuan pretended he didn't see it. It's just a blackboard newspaper anyway. It doesn't matter if he doesn't come out. No. 1 is the countdown No.1, Lu Mingyuan is very optimistic.

"You may not have heard of it. This blackboard newspaper also accounts for a large proportion of the class's grades. If our class's grades can be ranked among the top three in the school this semester, everyone will not have to pay class fees next semester." Yes, the bonus from the school is enough for our class to spend for a semester, and maybe we can also arrange a spring outing." These are the original words of Lu Mingyuan and his class teacher. When he said this, there were several students in Lu Mingyuan's class who were in the office Listen outside.

Lu Mingyuan returned to the classroom with the corners of his mouth downcast, hum, it seems that being a monitor is useless at all, except for causing himself a whole lot of trouble.

"Zhong Wanli, I heard that you beat up our little squad leader during your military training?" Behind the classroom, the students in the class held a small criticism meeting.

"No, no, we were just joking, hahaha, just kidding." Zhong Wanli stretched out his paws covered in chalk dust and circled his head.

"I don't think so, the class leader seems to hate you." The boy sat on the stool and asked shaking his legs.

"Did you hear it just now? As long as the overall score is in the top three, we won't have to pay shift fees next year, and there is enough money to organize a spring outing. Zhong Wanli, you are a propaganda committee member, don't hold back our class!"

"If you want me to say, we still have to ask the squad leader to go out."

"Just now the teacher in charge said that he had studied art in some studio there, and publishing a blackboard newspaper would not be a piece of cake."

"Zhong Wanli, this is your job. If you need backup, just tell us, and we will support you."

"Go ahead, let's take the blame." The study committee member wearing glasses patted Zhong Wanli on the shoulder. In terms of appearance, this guy was a bit suitable for his position. The publicity committee member, and a few other unreliable guys except for grades, he is the most normal-looking class committee member in the first and second classes of senior high school.

"Are you really letting me go? Why don't you talk to him first? That kid has a prejudice against me!" Zhong Wanli felt that Lu Mingyuan would definitely not be able to give him face.

"The teacher in charge is out, and I haven't seen any movement from him. I think you have to go. You have to tie the bell to untie it."

"Yes, it's not a solution for the two of you to keep silent, and you will be classmates for several years!"

"Bah, crow's mouth, I'm not so unlucky!" In the end, the situation was stronger than others, Zhong Wanli had a thick skin, and finally walked over to the dark and short monitor who was always stern and unlovable .

"Squad leader, I heard you can draw?" Zhong Wanli moved a stool and sat on the aisle next to Lu Mingyuan's seat with a smile.

——Lu Mingyuan ignored him at all.

"Squad leader, we had a little misunderstanding in the past, but now that we are a class cadre in a class, we should work together to do a good job in class affairs, right?"

——Pheh, Lu Mingyuan has never cared about class affairs.

"You also know that the blackboard newspaper is still very important to our class. If the blackboard newspaper didn't come out, our class wouldn't have a chance to enter the top three."

——This is true, but who is the propaganda committee member?

"Ahem, what, I was wrong in the military training. Although you are relatively short, ah no, you are relatively young, I shouldn't always make fun of you. This time, I still have to ask the squad leader to help me with the blackboard report. Help." Well, beating around the bush seems useless, let's just admit it, since Zhong Wanli graduated from primary school, it has been a long time since Zhong Wanli said such embarrassing words.

"I'm on duty today." Lu Mingyuan finally spoke.

"Hehe, hehe, just let me help you with those little things." Finally, he didn't have to be a sinner in the class, Zhong Wanli felt that it was worthwhile to be a younger brother.

"Just today?" Lu Mingyuan was not so easy to talk to.

"One month, how about it?" Zhong Wanli gritted his teeth, it seemed that he couldn't do without spending some money.

"I heard that the class blackboard newspaper is published twice a semester." One semester lasts for more than four months, so why does he have to do the sanitation on duty for the other two months by himself?It is time-consuming and laborious to report on the blackboard, which is obviously a loss-making business.

"Squad leader, I will entrust you with our class's blackboard report from now on. Let me help you with the trivial matters of on-duty hygiene!" Zhong Wanli said with a heroic face.

The 13-year-old Lu Mingyuan found that the position of squad leader was indeed useless, but learning something might still come in handy.

There is no way, for the sake of the class fee, Lu Mingyuan, who just became the class monitor this year, had no choice but to bite the bullet and go. The head teacher has already talked to him, and he can't really let it go. He doesn't know that he will be under the old man's hands in the future After a few years, I have to give him some face.As for letting Zhong Wanli be the day-student for him, it was purely a robbery along the way, and the advantage of being delivered to his door, he didn't take advantage of it.

Although Lu Mingyuan didn't love art very much, but referring to the information published on the blackboard newspaper, it was still possible to draw something on the blackboard with chalk.It's just that the blackboard is a bit high, and Lu Mingyuan has to step on the table to draw where others can draw with a stool. This makes him a little annoyed. Fortunately, the few students who are helpers in the class, no one dares to show the slightest mockery mean.

First divide the big blackboard into several boards, and then draw the decorative lines and illustrations. While he is drawing, there are students who are racing against time to fill in the blackboard newspaper. Several people work hard, and finally at 09: Around 30, they drove out the blackboard newspapers in their class.

"Wow, it's really different for the class leader to go out!" Several students were in a good mood looking at the blackboard newspaper they had published. Lu Mingyuan was also quite satisfied with the results of their labor. If a job is done well, there will still be some sense of accomplishment.

Ye Cheng is not doing well yet, the publicity committee member of their class is a girl, it's so troublesome, she just collected a lot of gouache paints in the class, and said to paint them on the blackboard, gouache paints are nothing, everyone in art class in junior high school has them I bought it, and now I keep it at home.But the amount of work is too big, just a few strokes of chalk, a few strokes of chalk can be used to paint a large area, like they apply gouache, it is different, get a palette and get a gouache After wiping for a long time, she is not too tired.

Unfortunately, Ye Cheng was also arrested, and he hadn't finished his work yet. Lu Mingyuan went over with his schoolbag and saw that they were painting the last few lines with brightly colored gouache. It looks much better than the ones in their class, but Lu Mingyuan can't do this, mainly because it's not cost-effective. With this time, he might as well go out and set up a shoe repair stall.

"I just went out to look around, and my class is the best, and it must be No. 1." At this time, a student in Class [-] and [-] came back from the outside, and his tone was quite smug.

"It doesn't matter? Our class has a monitor and Jin Shasha, those people are not opponents at all." The students on the side immediately flattered her.

"What's wrong with me? I'm going to fight." The girl named Jin Shasha was standing on a stool, holding a seasoning plate to color a pattern in the corner.

"Don't be modest, look at the color, how even it is, I don't have this skill."

"Tell me, we clumsy ones can't help."

"Jin Shasha, have you studied art before? I heard that studying art is very popular now. I think you are very talented."

"..."

Several boys chattered and praised the girl named Jin Shasha almost to the sky. While they were talking, Lu Mingyuan quietly chose an empty seat to sit down and wait.

"Are you done? The ice cream is here! Come and get it, everyone." A tall and handsome boy came in yelling.

"You came just in time, it's finished!" Jin Shasha put the palette in her hand on the table, and jumped off the stool.

"Well, I'm done painting here too." Ye Cheng put the palette and chalk into the bucket next to him, and washed his hands along the way. "My family lives far away, so I'll go back first."

"Squad leader, ice cream." Seeing that Ye Cheng was leaving with his schoolbag, Jin Shasha hurriedly sent an ice cream over.

"Thank you." Ye Cheng took it with a smile, and passed the ice cream in his hand to Lu Mingyuan when he walked out of the classroom door.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Lu Mingyuan tore a hole in the wrapping paper of the ice cream and handed it to Ye Cheng.

"I'm riding a bicycle." Ye Cheng lowered his head and took a bite, then went to push their bicycles in the shed. Lu Mingyuan looked down at the ice cream with a gap in his hand, opened his mouth and took a bite from that gap, and then his face was covered It was getting warmer, which was strange, since they had both brushed their teeth with the same toothbrush before.

"Let's walk back today." Maybe it was because the autumn night was too refreshing, or maybe the ice cream in his hand was too sweet, anyway, Lu Mingyuan was suddenly a little bit reluctant to let the night end so quickly.

"Okay." Ye Cheng pushed the car out, put his head in Lu Mingyuan's hand and took another bite of ice cream.

"That Jin Shasha in your class is the propaganda committee member?" It seems that the propaganda committee members of the first class are much more reliable than those of the second class.

"Ah."

"How is she?" Lu Mingyuan asked again.

"It's pretty good." Ye Cheng glanced at Lu Mingyuan suspiciously.

"I see that the boys in your class seem to like her quite a bit."

"Yeah, does Jin Shasha look good? Boys like it." Jin Shasha is indeed good-looking, with a medium-sized body and a very well-proportioned appearance. Their class is quite open.

"Oh, that's it." Lu Mingyuan's originally flying mood gradually seemed to be a little unable to fly.

"Why did you ask her all of a sudden?" Ye Cheng asked back.

"No, just asking casually."

"Don't get her idea." Ye Cheng stopped suddenly. "Jin Shasha's father is from the police station. When she was in junior high school, a boy harassed her, and she was locked up for a long time before being released."

"Ah?" Lu Mingyuan was stunned.

"So you'd better not have any wrong thoughts." Ye Cheng warned him with a serious face.

"I didn't change my mind." Lu Mingyuan's voice raised an octave, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He was still a little depressed just now, but now it seemed to be fully charged again, and the world was floating around.

Their school's sports meeting, come and go, just a few competitions, long-distance running and sprint relay running, high jump and long jump plus shot put javelin and so on. Because it is the school celebration, every class has prepared some colorful flags and banners, and the whole school is closed that day. Teachers and students gathered in the playground, colorful flags fluttering, very lively.

The most lively thing is the relay running. The students on the field run hard, and the students off the field shout hard. The sense of class honor is a very wonderful thing. It will make the students work hard, and some people even don’t hesitate to play tricks .Speaking of our education, it is really strange. At one time, we say that there should be no small collectivism, and at the other, we highly demand a sense of class honor, as if the class is not a small group.

It was in this competition that was related to the honor of the class that Lu Mingyuan was pushed down by a boy named Gao Wenxin from Class [-]. During the relay run, the classmates in Class [-] said that he didn't do it on purpose. The classmates in the class decided that he did it on purpose.

Indeed, it may not be intentional. The incident happened at that moment, and there was no monitoring. The students at the scene were talking to themselves, and no one could produce strong evidence.However, after Gao Wenxin overthrew someone, he helped them get No. 1 in the class. It might be avoidable, but this person didn't pause or hesitate at all, no matter before or after pushing the person down, he just ran away.So through the above analysis, based on the character of this person, the students in the first and second classes of senior high school firmly believe that this guy is pushing people on purpose.

During the relay run, he ran in a hurry, but he was pushed from behind when he was caught off guard. Lu Mingyuan's motor nerves were not bad, he supported himself with his hands, and he didn't fall directly, but that was it. , When I got up, I spit blood out of my mouth. At that time, the students on the side were frightened. Fortunately, it was just that the mouth was broken by the teeth, and it was not very serious.

"Gao Wenxin! You stinky and shameless, if you can't run away, you're playing dirty!"

"Who the hell is playing dirty, didn't you say it was an accident?"

"Accidentally, you dick!"

"Damn, don't you just run away and lose? Don't play if you can't afford to lose."

"Losing your mother, losing your sister! Anyone with eyes can see it, so you guys have the nerve to say you won?"

"Does that short guy still need to push? We still win if he doesn't fall down. Gao Wenxin will run 3000 meters in a while!"

"..."

Classes [-] and [-] of senior high school and Class [-] of senior high school quarreled on the spot. There were fifty or sixty people in one class, and one hundred and twenty students in the two classes. They were very impulsive, and the girls followed suit. The sports meeting, which was originally lively and harmonious, suddenly turned into a mess. The nearby teachers hurried over to coordinate, and the whistle blew loudly.

Ye Cheng pulled away Lu Mingyuan's lower lip and looked at it. There were two blood holes in it, which were still bleeding thinly at the moment, and the mouth he just rinsed was stained red again.

"Does it hurt?" Ye Cheng let go of his hand and handed Lu Mingyuan a bottle of water.

"It's okay." Lu Mingyuan rinsed his mouth and took two more sips of water.

Soon the chaos on the playground was almost quelled, and everyone should do what they should do, except that the faces of the students in the first and second classes of senior high school were not very good, and the seventh class of senior high school won or won, and the sports meeting was still harmonious and lively continues.

Ye Cheng found the sports committee member of his class, and it was not easy to be a sports committee member. At the beginning, the school required to submit the list of students from each class participating in the sports meeting, and the number of other events was not enough, but no one ran for the 3000 meters.Everyone is just in the first year of high school, and they are not familiar with people. He can't help others if they say no to running. The school requires at least one student in each class to run 3000 meters. He has no choice but to write his name on it. .

"I'll run 3000 meters."

"Ah?" The sports committee member was being driven around by the physical education teacher, sweating profusely on the playground, and there was still 3000 meters left in a while. I thought I would give my life here today.

"Is it not possible?" Ye Cheng thought that the sports committee member of his class actually didn't want to run the 3000 meters. Could it be that he was wrong?

"No, yes, yes, why not, let's go, go to the teacher and change your name." After the boy realized it, he quickly grabbed Ye Cheng, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

The physical education teacher is relatively easy to talk to. The school sports meeting is not a regular competition. If you change people, you can just change people. Just use a ballpoint pen to scribble on the list and change it.

The 3000-meter long-distance race is quite strenuous for most high school boys, but it does not rule out some boys with particularly good physical strength, like Gao Wenxin, who did not show much in the first two laps, and then gradually competed with other students. Pulled away.Ye Cheng adjusted his breathing and pace, and moved forward steadily. After throwing off a few classmates, he followed Gao Wenxin.

"Could he also want to come for Gao Wenxin?" The students in Class One and One of Senior One guessed from the sidelines. Everyone knew that Ye Cheng and Lu Mingyuan were cousins, and they had a very good relationship. Plus, they were on the list for running 3000 meters. There was no Ye Cheng's name.

"That's so cool, what a villain, push him!" The students in the first and second classes of high school were excited.

"The squad leader is so handsome!" No matter what age group they are, men who dare to think, act and make trouble are more attractive to the opposite sex.

"Gao Wenxin, back, be careful behind you!" The students in Class [-] of Senior High were anxious.

Gao Wenxin turned his head and looked back. He was a small boy, and he didn't seem to be threatening. He didn't know what the students in his class were calling.At this moment, Ye Cheng slowly quickened his pace, overtook Gao Wenxin, and ran in front of him.

"What is the monitor doing?" The students in Class [-] were confused.

"Isn't he afraid of being pushed again by that villain?" The students in the second class were worried.

"Damn, provocation, this is a naked provocation." Zhong Wanli, a classmate who often fights and makes troubles, had an epiphany. Looking at the little back, he was just saying: push me, if you have the guts, come push me!

"I can't tell, our squad leader is such a person." After being called out like this, everyone understood.

"Damn so handsome! How could he come up with such a sinister trick?"

"Squad leader, come on! Come on!" The sound of cheering outside the stadium was loud, and the title of squad leader seemed to be given to Ye Cheng.

"Gao Wenxin, run fast, overtake that kid!"

"Come on, Gao Wenxin! Come on, Gao Wenxin!" The seventh class was not far behind, but because the number of people was not as large as that of the first and second classes, the shouts were often suppressed.

Gao Wenxin tried to overtake several times, but the short man in front seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. As long as he speeded up, he would also speed up, and as soon as he slowed down, he would also slow down, and he kept not far away. Running in front of him at a short distance.

The students in Class 3000, [-] and Class [-] and [-] rushed to tell each other, come and see, the junior monitor of Class [-] is going to avenge the junior monitor of Class [-], and he is running [-] meters with Gao Wenxin.The students in the second and third grades heard it, and they all came to join in the fun if they had nothing to do. The students next to them shouted to cheer, and they also followed suit.

This is the first time since the establishment of this high school that some students made the 3000-meter run more lively than the class relay race. The 3000-meter race has always been a deserted sport. He was half dead, and there were not three or two spectators around. After the run, if there was a classmate who handed him water or something, it would be considered pretty good.

The 3000-meter test is physical fitness and perseverance. Ye Cheng is not bad at both. He listened to the footsteps behind him while running, and kept at a certain distance. It was not until the last lap of 400 meters that he speeded up and sprinted. The principal left Gao Wenxin behind, and the cheers on the playground were deafening. The principal expressed his satisfaction that the students were so enthusiastic and could devote themselves to the school sports meeting.

As soon as Ye Cheng reached the finish line, the classmates hugged and handed water, not to mention how enthusiastic they were. When the enthusiasm of those people receded a little, Ye Cheng walked up to Gao Wenxin and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "You If you don’t push me, you can’t run against me.”