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The two who fell out again within twelve hours of reconciliation seemed to be caught in an endless cold war.

Thinking that there were still calls and messages at the beginning, but it gradually faded away after I didn't get a response.

Weng Lin is like most girls. She is cute and cute when she is not making trouble. He admits that he likes her very much; When the reconciliation took less than half a day and the dispute resumed, it almost made him feel an endless sense of powerlessness.

I have had a similar experience before, and I don't want to recall it while thinking about how to solve it. It will not be a too beautiful process after all.If it was intentional to let Weng Lin hang out during the mid-term exam, then the current situation of the deadlocked hatchback is just to hang up and not think about it without knowing how to deal with it.

Wang Zhichao and the others are very smart, and they quickly saw that they were not right: during recess, they wanted to stop running to the next class, and after school, they didn't have to send Weng Lin away from school before going to the stadium... All kinds of signs showed that there must be another class. is what happened.

Today, a few people were talking in the corridor after class, and Weng Lin didn't even think about it when they passed by.

"Hey! A man is restrained and free, no matter how nice a woman treats him, he will be bored..." He shook his head, looking as if he had seen all the prosperity and vicissitudes of the world.

While thinking about it, he gave him a glance.

"Don't be like this, brother, where is there no grass in the world..." Wang Zhichao embraced it with one hand while thinking, drew a big circle with the other hand and then pointed casually, "Look——"

While trying to look in the direction of his finger, the end of the extension line was the blackboard newspaper behind their Class [-] classroom. Yu Jinle was standing on a chair with his back to everyone drawing a map of China.

While thinking: "..."

He patted Wang Zhichao's hand away and said, "You are more annoying than the grandma of Wang Chunhua's family at the entrance of the village!"

Wang Zhichao was dumbfounded: "Who? Who is Chunhua? No! No! Who do you think is Chunhua's grandma?"

Thinking about it, he rolled his eyes.

idiot!

The theme of this issue of blackboard seems to be quite large, and I thought that Yu Jinle had been working overtime for two or three days, and today he even used the time for exercises between classes.

The map of China in the middle of the board newspaper can already be seen in its infancy. The theme is the reason for the return of Macau. Yu Jinle is currently using yellow watercolor paint to highlight the location of the point where Macau Island is located.

From this angle, only the back of Yu Jinle's head and less than a third of his face can be seen.

Can't see the eyes, but the line of his jaw is quite beautiful, and the smooth curve is harvested into a rounded acute angle in the direction of the tip of the jaw in one go. The neck where the jaw connects is quite white, but it is not bloodless and sickly white. It has a good luster. As the whiteness went down, the slightly protruding Adam's apple floated as the master pursed his lips and swallowed...

In an instant, a stream of heat surged irresistibly from the bottom up to the forehead like a volcanic eruption——

While thinking about the conditioned reflex, he covered his nose and turned around.

Chunhua's grandma Wang was still chattering, but she didn't notice his strange reaction.

"Millennium, don't you really organize an event in your class?"

"What activity?" Thinking about it, he stared at the green dill leaves in front of him wholeheartedly.

"Eh? You really have no idea?" Grandma Wang said, "Why don't we celebrate the fate we have been waiting for for a thousand years?"

"You are going to make trouble." Bian wanted to say.

Wang Zhichao had a face of "I see through you brother": "I don't believe that you and Weng Lin didn't plan to live this life!"

He paused while thinking about it, and said, "I originally planned to go to the beach to watch the sunrise, but..."

Before he finished "but", he was interrupted by Wang Zhichao, "Don't! Don't be 'original', don't be 'but'! Just go if you want to, just in time, the class organizes an event to watch the Millennium Day once in a thousand years Come out, the prophecy says the end of the world in 2000, we must witness it!"

At that time, rumors about the end of the world in the millennium were rampant. On the one hand, these 16-year-old boys and girls were required to treat these so-called prophecies with no factual basis in a scientific, objective and rigorous attitude, but on the other hand, they did indeed It is really in the period of youthful agitation when curiosity is the most exuberant.

The chronology of those major events in history is too far away for them to verify, but the year 2000 is the not-too-distant "future" that will come in just one month.

They are not devout believers, but they are fearless and fearless young people. When they were young, their hearts were big. They felt that everything in the world was not enough to make people shy. Adventure and fearlessness were written in their blood. Prophecy , Doomsday, millennium, any one of these words is enough to make them tumbling and boiling to verify and conquer.

"Yu Jinle! The content of next month's millennium theme has been decided, so stay here for a meeting after school in the afternoon!" Chen Miaomiao shouted at the back door.

While thinking about turning around, Yu Jinle was stepping down from the chair, leaning against the wall to wipe off the footprints on the chair.

"What do you say, Boss?" Wang Zhichao was still whispering in his ear, "You've been waiting for a thousand years! Bai Suzhen has already been waiting for Xu Xian! Don't let us wait for you, old man!"

While trying to push his head away, he said impatiently, "Don't make noise, I'll just ask later."

There are no so-called spring outings and autumn outings in the high schools in Luzhong, so they have to arrange group activities in private.

It happened that December 31st was Friday, and the New Year's Day holiday was connected with the weekend. The school gave them a three-day long vacation for non-graduating classes. He originally planned to go to a resort on the east coast with Weng Lin to count down the countdown on the second day. Watching the sunrise early in the morning has now become a group activity. Except for budgeting and contacting chartered cars, there is not much difference.And there are more people, and they can organize a barbecue meeting or something. The activities are much more abundant than two people.

Using the 15 minutes of afternoon writing time before class in the afternoon, I ran to the podium and knocked on the blackboard to talk about the activities of the millennium.

"Students who are sure to go sign the paper, and after counting the number of people, I will contact the chartered car. I will announce the cost and budget tomorrow."

When the registration paper was passed to Yu Jinle and Zhang Hongkuan's table, he turned his head to look at it while thinking about it.

"Why?" Yu Jinle didn't even have a pen in his hand.

"You write!" Wanting to urge, the head and body turned 180 degrees.

"Write what?"

"Name! Sign up!" He pointed to the sign-up paper.

Yu Jinle subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I..."

He directly stuffed the pen into Jin Le's hand, and said fiercely: "Hurry up and write your name! Zhang Hongkuan is still waiting for you!"

Zhang Hongkuan, who was shot innocently, laughed and said, "I can't see that you are so nervous about this event, monitor. You want to take this opportunity to make up with your sister-in-law, okay? The more people there are, the less embarrassing I understand—"

Thinking of ignoring him, he stared at Yu Jinle as he signed his name.

Yu Jinle sighed, "Just go, it's fine."

Thinking about it, he straightened his head like a rubber band rebounding.

Three-quarters of the class signed it. After class, someone in the class spread the activity to other classes. Immediately, the monitors of other classes came to the door and asked if it could be turned into a grade activity.

Unexpectedly, he pondered for a while before responding to this unexpected development momentum. He asked his respective classes to confirm the number of people, and report them together later for unified arrangements.

As a result, the activity was so loud that it went directly to the office of the grade group. Li Yihua came rushing in high-heeled shoes, and walked to the office while carrying it while thinking.

"You said that you organized such an event without reporting to the school. What if something unexpected happens?" She pointed and gritted her teeth, thinking that if conditions permit, she would like to eat it raw. own.

"Teacher, we are not children anymore, we will pay attention to safety."

"Pay attention to safety? Is it okay to just pay attention to safety?! Do you know where you are going? The seaside! That is the seaside! Do you know how many people go to the seaside to swim and die every year? How dare you organize You are so courageous to go to so many people, thinking about it!"

While thinking about rolling his eyes secretly, he thought to himself, who would jump and swim in the sea in winter?

"You know this matter will be known by the school, and you, the organizer, will make a big mistake, do you know that!" Li Yihua poked his temple like a Gatling burst of "chug chug", if this attack can be turned into substance, Bian Want to feel like I've become a rotten hive.

"In short, no one is allowed to go. This matter will be suppressed here, and it will not go to the school. Forget about your activities, understand?" Li Yihua took a breath and softened a little, "Twelve There will be a sports meeting in the month, and each class will have a phalanx. I have already agreed with your physical education teacher Wu, you will work hard as the monitor, and together with the sports committee, starting from this week, the physical education class will start to give special training to the whole class .”

Bian wanted to convey the news after going back, and all those who had expectations for this event wailed.

Wang Zhichao jumped the highest, "Damn it! What nonsense! We are not kindergarten pupils anymore! Parents and teachers have to lead us wherever we go!!"

I thought about shrugging my shoulders. Although I didn't think about organizing a group activity at first, I still felt a little uncomfortable when I was suddenly stopped by the teacher.

Zhang Hongkuan poked him from behind, "Is it really yellow?"

He waved his hands without looking back, inexplicably a little irritable.

"Think about it!"

Someone called him outside, it was Lin Haiqiong, the deputy monitor of the first class next door.

She is also Weng Lin's best friend

"What did the teacher say?" she asked.

"What else can I say, don't allow it, for fear of accidents in group activities." Bian wanted to say.

"That……"

Lin Haiqiong wanted to say something, but the preparation bell rang. She wanted to know the purpose of her trip, and didn't want to say anything to send her away.

"It's time for class, let's go back."

"Thinking!" Lin Haiqiong called to stop him from behind, "Try to organize the event as much as possible, and I will bring Weng Lin along."

He paused for a moment while thinking about it, then nodded invisibly, and entered the classroom.

This class is a politics class, and the teacher in charge of the subject is the senior, a burly middle-aged man with a well-fitting trousers, shirt, leather shoes, and well-combed hair. I don’t know if it’s because of the political class. Speaking on the podium, there is a "News Network"-style dignified expression and emotional flow, which makes this group of high school bullies want to sit upright with their heads upright, not listening to the content, just watching his demeanor and listening. His tone of voice is often so sad that it seems to be holding a memorial service.

"Students—" he said affectionately.

Thinking that Li Yihua had just taken him to the office for a walk, of course he knew that the prefects would definitely spend time talking with them in class.

"The teacher understands your expectations for the millennium—" he said, "but, have you thought about your parents? There is no teacher or other adults to lead the group activities you organize in private, in case something happens , who should be responsible for this?"

He looked around the classroom, pointed to the side and wanted to say, "You?"

It was as quiet as a chicken below.

He cast his eyes on Wang Zhichao: "Or you?"

Wang Zhichao lowered his head and pouted.

He looked at the Sports Committee Li Qin again: "You?"

The body committee breathed out soundlessly from his nostrils.

The prefect slapped the blackboard again and again:

"Let me tell you—it's the school!" The palm directly slapped the blackboard and made a crisp "snap, slap, slap" sound, which sounded strangely painful.

The prefect was so ruthless that he even beat himself.

"Group activities, no matter whether you organize them privately or by the school, as long as there is an accident, the school will be responsible for it! Now most of them are only children. If something happens, have you thought about it?" What will happen to your parents?"

The flowers of the motherland collectively rolled their eyes below: Isn’t it because the school is afraid of being responsible, and your teachers are afraid of being responsible?

"Everyone must understand the painstaking efforts of the parents and the school. We will not harm you. It is for everyone's benefit...so—" the earnest prefect finally concluded, "Not only this time, but any similar group activities in the future are not allowed to be organized! "