non-absolute crush

According to the practice of Lincheng No. 10 Middle School, the freshmen reported that they would start evening self-study at 30 o'clock in the evening of the first year of senior high school, and they could not return to the dormitory until [-]:[-].

The first week is military training for new students. In addition to military training, some activities will be held to bring the students closer together.

After dinner in the afternoon, under the leadership of Qi Feifan, several people found their new class "Senior Class One and Three" located on the second floor of Yangfan Building.

When they arrived in the class, there were already many classmates in the class. Most of them gathered together to chat in twos and threes.

Boys and girls who have just entered high school are full of longing and anticipation for their future life, and are full of energy. After a little greeting and finding a common topic, they can have a lively chat. Only a few introverted students sit alone in their seats and flip through the news. issued textbooks.

Noticing that Song Ran and the others entered the class, many students temporarily diverted their attention and raised their heads. Many girls raised their heads and saw Song Ran, their eyes lit up: What a cold and handsome guy!

Song Ran didn't notice the girls' gazes, and followed Tan Wei and the others to find a seat by the window and sit down.

As soon as they sat down at the front table, the enthusiastic strangers turned around to say hello. Song Ran and Yu Xingzhou were introverted, and after introducing their names with a smile, they had nothing to say.

But Qi Feifan and Tan Wei are different. Seeing the other party take the initiative to speak up, they must be enthusiastic and talkative people. In order to live up to this enthusiasm, the two opened up the chat box without hesitation and started to "chat" with each other. After a while, they began to "call each other brothers".

It didn't take long to chat about shoes, games, and basketball, and the two became half acquainted with most of the boys in the class.

During the conversation, Tan Wei and Qi Feifan quickly cultivated a tacit understanding. The two smiled boldly and heartily. You said "Six, brother!", and I responded with "Wow, it's really nice!" A fiery atmosphere.

Faced with this phenomenon, Song Ran, who is not very sociable, smiled, and exchanged glances with Yu Xingzhou to express his willingness to bow down, and would like to call them "communicative grass brothers who have been separated for many years".

After chatting for an unknown amount of time, the class teacher arrived late.

The head teacher is Wu Linfang, an English teacher, wearing sportswear and a low ponytail, her hair is slightly white, holding her glasses, her voice is soft but not weak, and she tells Song Ran and the others with a smile:

"My son is as old as you, and I see you are very kind. I understand your thoughts more or less. In the days to come, I will get along with you like my son. If you have any problems, you can tell me."

Wu Linfang's words won the applause of the students below. There is no student who would not like a kind and gentle head teacher. I don't know which courageous boy shouted, "Teacher, your temperament is really like my mother!" He was a little bit astonished, and then he laughed and asked, "Is that so?" Even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed infinite kindness and gentleness.

Then, after a burst of laughter, Wu Linfang told everyone about the general arrangement of the first semester of senior high school and the work to be completed in the near future, and after selecting the main class leaders such as the squad leader and deputy squad leader, she left the time for evening self-study to everyone. The students chatted quietly to get closer without disturbing other classes' evening self-study, and told the students to rest early to prepare for tomorrow's military training.

Thinking of the week-long military training starting tomorrow, many first-year senior high school students' hopes for a better high school life in the future have been extinguished for the most part.

But there is nothing to do, what should come cannot escape.At 07:30 the next morning, sixteen neat white squares stood neatly on the emerald green playground on the red runway of Lincheng No. [-] Middle School.

With a beer belly and squinting eyes, the principal approached them with his hands behind his back, and looked at them with joy in his heart: the boys and girls with integrity and good youth stood upright in the bright sunshine, ah!The warm sun is just right, the youth is full of vigor, it is the breath of youth!This class of students will definitely be excellent!

But as he approached, he found that the "boys" with their heads held high were actually dejected, their eyes that were blinded by the sun were full of resentment, and there was an air of lovelessness all over their bodies: ah !When did this happen?I don't want military training, I want to go home...

The principal's smile stopped slowly, and after a while, he adjusted his glasses, adjusted his expression and continued to approach: This year's students are indeed excellent, but they should need to be polished.

Then the principal and the chief officer looked at each other, and started the first step of "polishing": standing in a military posture for 10 minutes.

Following the chief officer's fierce and intimidating voice, all the students in the audience were silent. They were forced to hold their heads high and look forward, standing in a standard military posture. reprimanding voice:

"Stand still, put your hands on me!"

"The boy with the unbuttoned school uniform, why are you laughing? Is it funny?"

"Still moving, do you want to add time?"

"Can you still do it? You can't stand still?"

It didn't take long before everyone's foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, and their skin was also covered with a thin layer of sweat. The hot sweat of the boys with well-developed sweat glands dripped down their elbows.Many students who were weak or hadn't eaten breakfast even fainted in place one after another.

Song Ran stood in the middle of the class, standing straight, with a thin layer of sweat covering the back of his white neck, his face was flushed with heat, a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet, and his already dark pupils were covered with a layer of water. Run.

He counted the beads of sweat rolling down Tan Wei's arms in front of him, hoping that the 10 minutes would pass quickly.

When he counted to the seventh time, the chief official's timeout whistle finally sounded, and the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought that the instructors in each class would take them away and go to a cool place to train by themselves, but they didn't expect that the next step was to continue to stand in a military posture and listen to the principal's long speech to deliver a welcome speech.

One world, one principal.The principal's speech is always stinky and long. Seeing the principal carefully take out his five pages of printing paper from his pocket, Song Ran couldn't help but hiss.

Most of the students below had the same reaction as Song Ran, and Tan Wei couldn't help but began to fuck the world in a low voice.

The principal glanced at the students below, and began to deliver a serious speech as if nothing had happened.

The headmaster opened his lips, and the students underneath were dripping with sweat.The principal's manuscript was turned and turned, and the expectations of the students were burning and burning.

I don't know how long it took before the headmaster's manuscript finally came to an end. Everyone applauded desperately, eager to let the headmaster see the desire in their hearts by means of support: Is it over?

But the principal looked at the side of the rostrum, then smiled slightly and said:

"Next, I invite Jiang Xun, the freshman representative, to speak on stage."

The headmaster's words were like throwing a landmine, causing the students who were half dead from the heat to explode on the spot: Is the fuck over yet? ?

Hearing Jiang Xun, Song Ran was shocked for a moment and then looked up in astonishment.

Sure enough, the boy in the black shirt yesterday changed into a white school uniform and stood on the side of the rostrum.Hearing the principal's voice, he casually brushed the sweaty hair on his forehead back, took the microphone in the principal's hand neatly, stood upright on the stage, glanced down with his bright peach eyes, and curled his lips gently With a smile, he said in a low voice: "Hello, everyone, I am Jiang Xun from Class Seven."

Through the microphone, Jiang Xun's deep, sweet and slightly magnetic voice echoed throughout the huge playground, arousing people's ears and itching in their hearts.

Jiang Xun's pleasant voice was like a breeze, temporarily soothing the irritable crowd, but when everyone looked up curiously and peeped at the real face of the voice's owner, the comforting effect of this breeze gradually faded, and gradually became attractive: Ahhhhh, he is so handsome!He is so handsome! !

Most of the people who had been basked in the sun for a moment regained their vitality, and their eyes were fixed on the white figure on the stage.

A beam of brilliant beams of light shone on Jiang Xun's body through the unobstructed iron frame above the rostrum. Half of his body was shrouded in the sunlight, and the bright sunlight painted a delicate profile for him.

He squinted his eyes slightly, not caring about the beam of light, but many students below were restless.

It doesn't matter whether he is handsome or not, the main thing is that he loves to learn, and for handsome guys...ah no, he is full of interest in the speeches of freshman representatives!

Feeling the reaction of the students below, Jiang Xun's smile deepened, and he continued: "I know that everyone is very hot and tired now, and want to rest, and don't want to listen to the speeches of freshmen representatives. I didn't really want to talk at first, but I didn't The method, as a group of us, we pay attention to the sense of ritual, no matter what, we must have a sense of ritual.”

"So... I'll make a long story short."

"Hey Xiao Song, this dude is pretty cool." Seeing Jiang Xun's fast but clear and contagious speech on the stage, Tan Wei couldn't help turning his head to talk to Song Ran.

Looking at the handsome and energetic young man on the stage, Song Ran was indeed more shocked than amazed.Who would have thought that this bright and outstanding boy on the stage was still a garbage man yesterday who made children cry and make noises, spoke amazing words, and exuded an unserious atmosphere?

Song Ran felt that he was indeed a little superficial, and he actually came to give Jiang Xun a childish and dishonest definition based on what happened yesterday.

Out of guilt and admiration, Song Ran rarely smiled brightly, and agreed with Tan Wei: "Well, it's very cool."

Then Song Ran briefly told Tan Wei about Jiang Xun and Tan Qianqian yesterday. Tan Wei's "admiration" for Jiang Xun was like a surging river, urging Song Ran to kill Jiang Xun as soon as he returned from vacation. He pushed his contact information to him, and he wanted to thank Jiang Xun for helping him take care of his sister.

Jiang Xun on the stage really kept the long story short and kept the long story short. After standing on the stage for less than 2 minutes, he finished all the main points. After bowing gracefully and politely to everyone, he stepped off the stage neatly.

Many students below focused their eyes on Jiang Xun's back, still wanting more.

Recalling Jiang Xun who had half of his body exposed to the sun just now, Song Ran felt that it was not only the scorching sun in midsummer, but also Jiang Xun standing in the light.