How many weeks are you going to confess?

On September [-]st, primary and secondary schools across the country officially reopened.

Naturally, the first day of school cannot do without the opening ceremony, which is abhorred by the majority of students. No one would like to make barbecue raw materials under the scorching sun in summer.

Lian Li has been selected as the student representative of the opening ceremony for the third time, and coincidentally, they are both representatives of the semester of entrance.

He sat at the front of class nine, ready to go on stage.

As a student representative, Lian Li was already familiar to everyone, but the person sitting behind him frequently attracted attention.

A head of yellow hair, the hair is so short that you can't pick it up with your fingers, it looks like a marinated egg in tiger skin from a distance.The blue and white school uniform is somewhat inconsistent on him, like a strange match of fried pork with peaches.

The morning exercise team is usually arranged in order of height, and Bian Jin can't be ranked first if he cuts off another [-] centimeters. There is only one explanation.

There are usually two student representatives in Xiachuan High School, plus one freshman representative, for a total of three.

Bian Jin is the second student representative.

Lian Li knew about it on the day of registration on the 31st. Teacher Song told him to write a speech and asked him to tell Bian Jin as well.

Lian Li didn't realize it at the time, "Mr. Song, why do I want to inform Bian Jin of my speech?"

Song Zhengqing was busy keeping track of the registration status, so he didn't think about his question, "Aren't you two on good terms? He won't come to register today, so he asked Jiang Lesheng to report on his behalf. I can't leave, so please tell him to write the speech. "

Lian Li noticed the clue, "He wrote the speech?"

Song Zhengqing paused, thought of something, and said with a smile, "Ah, yes, he wrote it. He is the second student representative this year. After you give a speech, he will be the one to do it."

Lian Li Ting was surprised, nodded in agreement, and left.

On the way back, he sent Bian Jin a WeChat message to inform him of the matter, and within two seconds of sending it, the other party dialed a voice call backhandedly.

There were a lot of people at the bus station in front of the school. He stood on the outermost side, the sun dazzled him a little, and he answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Did you send the message to the wrong person just now?" Bian Jin cut to the point.

A bus came, and a group of people rushed forward, and Lian Li was finally able to hide in the shed to hide from the sun, "I don't think today is April Fool's Day."

"Crap! Song Zhengqing, is he okay? Choose me as the student representative? Why? Let everyone learn how to dye their hair?"

Lian Tingle said, "He probably didn't choose the student representative. Usually, the grade leader provides the candidate, and the Office of Academic Affairs makes the final decision."

"Okay, I'll ask about the situation again." Bian Jin asked again, "Where are you? Jiang Lesheng invited us to play golf this afternoon, are you going?"

The No. 43 bus came, and no one got up except Lian Li, "No, I still have two sets of papers to do, you guys have a good time."

When they were at the bus station this morning, the two also chatted about this matter, and Lian Li asked him how his speech was written.

Bian Jin smiled but didn't smile, "The writing is so good, I can be selected as a student representative, this will not impress them."

Lian Li always felt that something was weird, but he also felt that Bian Jin must have his own measure, so he didn't continue to ask.

The opening ceremony began, and after a group of leaders finished their speeches, it was finally the turn of the student representatives. The freshman representatives went up first, and they were selected as No.1 in this year's senior high school entrance examination.

It is said that he is a freshman representative, but in fact, everyone is familiar with this person, because he has been studying in Xiachuan High School for three years of junior high school.

Xiachuan High School only established a junior high school three years ago, and it was supposed to be changed to Xiachuan Middle School, but it was delayed for some reason, and it has not been changed so far.

The freshman representative finally cue Lian Li.

"I hope that in the next three years, I will become stronger and stronger, becoming the second Xiachuan Lianli, and winning the first three consecutive years."

The audience cheered.

Lian Li was caught off guard by the cue, and frantically drafted in his mind how he would respond when he went on stage.

Standing next to him, Bian Jin tilted his head and whispered, "You can indeed be elected for three consecutive years, but as for him, you definitely can't."

Lian Li pressed his hand behind his back calmly, "Stand still, the audience is watching, and there is still photography."

When it was Lian Li's turn, he thanked the opening speech in the same way. At the end, he said: "At the same time, I also appreciate the love of Brother Luo. I wish you a smooth high school life."

Xuedi Luo smiled brightly at him.

It was originally a happy speech session of student representatives, until the host said, "The student representative Bian Jin will be invited to give a speech."

After a second of silence, the audience continued to chatter, just like the [-] old ladies sitting on the ground eating melon seeds and talking about their daily routine.

Afterwards, they had to take pictures, but Lian Li did not step down, and retreated behind the national flag with Luo Xuedi, only seeing Bian Jin's back.

The position of the microphone was short for Bian Jin, so he directly pulled the microphone down and said.

"I was able to be on stage because of the building behind me, but the building was donated by my dad and has nothing to do with me."

The leaders in the row under the national flag couldn't sit still, and all stared sideways at him, and the dean's eyes were about to pop out.

The audience became even more lively, the old lady evolved into a middle-aged woman.

Bian Jin and the principal looked at each other, and said calmly: "Oh, the principal seems to be telling me that my speech is too short, so I will add another sentence."

"Yuan Zhibin from Class [-], Grade [-], stop taking pleasure in bullying female classmates to satisfy your shameful vanity, disgusting."

Jiang Lesheng in the audience was boiling: "Grass! Brother Jin is awesome!"

Yuan Zhibin was sitting in the middle row of their class, surrounded by people looking at him, he said in a panic, "What are you doing! Look at me! Do you believe what Bian Jin said?! Brainless?"

Everyone looked away, who to believe, they all had answers on their faces.

The opening ceremony ended in chaos, and the leaders were so angry that they blew their beards and stared, and left without waiting for a group photo.

The group photo of the students still needs to be taken, otherwise the school newspaper will have nothing to write about.

Bian Jin was standing next to Lian Li, and Xuedi Luo was next to him, the three of them were "convex".

Xuedi Luo tugged at the corner of his clothes nervously, while Bian Jin smiled brightly, and even put his hands around Lian Li's back to his shoulders and said "yeah", Lian Li looked indifferently and looked forward.

The photographer was not satisfied after taking seven or eight pictures, and the young apprentice next to him reminded him, "The three of them don't have the same style of painting. It's weird how they take pictures. Forget it."

The photographer just finished the matter hastily and told them that the filming was finished, and they packed up their things and prepared to leave.

But Bian Jin walked towards him in a daze. He thought he was discovered because he didn't take a good photo, but the other party asked: "Brother, can you add a contact information? Send me a copy of the photo."

The photographer was dumbfounded, "Huh?...Oh."

This is so narcissistic, you need to take a photo together.

Evening self-study will follow after the official start of school. The senior one takes one session until 07:30, and the third year is the longest, and it lasts until 09:30.

There is an hour interval between bus No. 43, and Lian Li can only take the last bus at [-] o'clock, so he is not in a hurry to go home.

Bian Jin was very active today, he packed his schoolbag early, and saw that Lian Li didn't move, patted him, "School is over, it's time to go home."

Lian Li also plans to do a set of biology papers, "You go back first, I'm not in a hurry."

As usual, Bian Jin would not urge him any more, but insisted abnormally today, "You are not in a hurry, but those people who don't need to study at night should be in a hurry."

Lian Li was puzzled: "Who?"

Bian Jin said to him mysteriously: "You will know when you go, there is a good show to watch. Hurry up, pack your schoolbag."

Lian Li was dragged out of the school by Bian Jin repeatedly, but instead of heading towards the bus stop, he walked in the opposite direction.

"Are you going the wrong way?" Lian Li asked.

"There are too many people at the bus station, and it is difficult for the other party to attack."

Lian Li was full of question marks, but he still followed Bian Jin.

When you reach the fork, turn right and enter a small alley, the street lights are dim, it seems that it is an unsafe place where crowds and fights may happen at any time.

Bian Jin stopped, and leaned against the wall leisurely, "Wait for them a while, short-legged walking is very slow."

Lian Li wiped the wall with his fingers, dust with one hand, probably with white putty, "Don't lean on it, the dust will fall off."

Bian Jin jumped away, took off his coat, as expected, patted the ashes on his back, and complained in a low voice: "Grass, this forced me to pretend to be a real failure."

Before the ashes were cleaned, a group of people came from both ends of the alley. Lian Li roughly judged that ten people started, but they looked young, and they were still wearing Xiachuan High School uniform.

"Is this the stalker you're talking about?"

Bian Jin hooked his fingers on the jacket and put it on his back, just like the bad boss in Japanese TV dramas.

"Yes, junior high school ends at five o'clock, and they squat until 09:30, which is too hard."

Lian Li: "Why don't you come back after dinner? Don't you know when the third year of high school ends?"

"Maybe the instruction received is to keep guarding."

The leaders couldn't hold back anymore, it was obvious that thirteen of them came to beat up Bian Jin, why did the thirteen of them get surrounded by them?

"Hey! Have you two finished talking?" Ye Ming shouted to them.

Bian Jin smiled, "First, I don't call you hello."

Someone from behind silently answered, "My name is Chu Yuxun?"

Ye Ming was speechless: "What mess?"

"It seems that you have no childhood." Bian Jin is very close to Lian Li, seemingly relaxed on the surface, but in fact he is always vigilant behind him.

He asked: "How much Yuan Zhibin gave you? One thousand?"

Someone nearby said quickly: "Fuck! Two hundred per person!"

Ye Ming slapped him on the back of the head, "Idiot!"

The man covered his head and felt aggrieved, "It's only two hundred. I said I didn't want to come. My dad would have to skin me if I was caught by the police."

"...Pfft." Bian Jin really didn't hold back, "Then I'll offer five thousand."

Ye Ming raised his eyebrows, and the rest of the people were also stunned, and the one who covered his head stopped covering his head.

Bian Jin continued to add: "Five thousand per person."

With a plop, the man covering his head knelt down, "You are my brother Jin!"

Ye Ming glanced at the coward who knelt down and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What Yuan Zhibin wants to do to me, I want to do to him." Bian Jin smiled innocently.

Ye Ming thought about it, "Deal."

Bian Jin took out his mobile phone on the spot to transfer money to Ye Ming's WeChat account, [-], without blinking his eyes.

"Sixty-five thousand, received." Ye Ming said.

The rest also knelt down to Bian Jin with a plop, "You are our big brother."

Thirteen people left in groups, discussing where to go all night.

After watching the play, Lian Li said, "It turns out that good plays refer to this."

"I thought about the title of the film, and it's called 'Money can make ghosts turn mills'."

Bian Jin also got a little dust on the sleeves of his school uniform, and Lian Li helped to wipe it off, and asked, "You let them beat Yuan Zhibin?"

Bian Jin snorted coldly, "Yuan Zhibin wouldn't dare to ask someone to beat me up, they came here to deliberately provoke me, they just took some photos to hack me online. He guessed that he had edited all the content on Weibo and waited for these people to send it to him." Photos."

Lian Li thought for a while and asked, "Someone said that you beat up girls in lower grades before, and he also passed it on?"

Bian Jin was very indifferent, "Well, it was passed on by the grandson. He lifted the girl's skirt, and I beat him, and the girl was crying next to him, and someone took a picture of me raising my fist to beat someone and the girl crying. "

Lian Li said out of nowhere: "So you are a good student."

Bian Jin was very happy, turned his head and said, "That's not so bad, at least it's not bad."

Since you are a good student, Zhou Sijie shouldn't say anything... right?

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