Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

After all the speeches were completed, the contestants came to the first row of the auditorium to receive comments from the judges and announce their rankings.

When Wen Xiaoyu walked out, her feet were so painful that she almost lost consciousness.He Xiran kept hiding behind him with his head down, trying to hide the few fresh finger marks on his face.

"You also know how to be ashamed?" He tilted his head slightly to taunt He Xiran.

"Aren't you all to blame? Wen Xiaoyu, you are a mad dog!" He Xiran scolded him in a low voice while covering his face.

There are more students in the auditorium than before, and the game is about to end, but there are still people coming in from the door.

This made the teaching director very happy.Due to the influence of the school's history, cultural competitions have always been tepid in No. [-] Middle School.If participation is not compulsory, it would be considered pretty good if dozens of students from the whole school come to watch the competition.

The English competition was even more unpopular among the unpopular ones, and today's full-seat scene was the first grand event in history.

The teaching director on the stage was full of excitement, summed up the performance of the preliminary contestants, and looked forward to the finals, calling on the students in the audience to actively participate in the observation.

What he didn't know was that more than half of the students in the audience were focused on the small movements of the two people in the first row.

He Xiran heard someone in the back row whispering about the red marks on his face, so he buried his head lower, and those who didn't know would probably think that he won the last place.

The sound of the discussion was mixed with the click of the camera, he pursed his lips, and subconsciously turned his face in Wen Xiaoyu's direction.

Wen Xiaoyu was made drowsy by the eloquent teaching director, and when he turned his eyes, He Xiran's whole face was a little red with shame because of being secretly photographed, and the finger marks on his cheeks became more eye-catching.

"Why are you getting more and more popular?" Wen Xiaoyu asked, and then got two fierce eyes.

Seeing He Xiran's funny, angry little cat, Wen Xiaoyu felt it was really funny, so he raised his finger and rubbed it on his face, and said in a low voice, "Hiss...it's still hot, you want to burn it."

The students in the back row who heard this sentence all covered their mouths and laughed fiercely. One girl didn't cover her tightly, and a distorted laugh came out of her throat, causing everyone to laugh again.

The teaching director thought that his speech had hit the cute spot, so he spoke more vigorously, perfectly covering the waves of commotion in the audience.

"Wen! Xiao! Yu!" He Xiran was so teased that his eyes burned, and he gritted his teeth to warn him not to do anything wrong again, "If you dare to touch me again, I will bite off your fingers!"

Wen Xiaoyu said "Oh" and nodded lightly: "You are a real dog."

Laughter happened frequently in the auditorium, and the teaching director's speech was finally delayed for twice as long before it barely ended.

This caused the judges to greatly shorten the review time, but they still emphasized the performance of Wen Xiaoyu and He Xiran.

Regardless of the degree of completion of the manuscript or the performance of the typhoon, although their painting styles are quite different, the final praise is surprisingly consistent.

This makes everyone can't help but look forward to which of them can suppress the other and come out on top.

The moment before the ranking was announced, Wen Xiaoyu caught a glimpse of the little ostrich beside him and secretly raised his head, his round eyes stared at the center of the stage, radiating anticipation.

Wen Xiaoyu didn't realize how much he attached importance to this competition before, but He Xiran's results are recognized as excellent, and these competitions can be said to be handy for him.

In the process of preparing the manuscript a few days ago, he looked as calm and indifferent as Wen Xiaoyu, but now he showed unprecedented anticipation. It seemed that he was aroused by an equal opponent with a strong desire to win.

Wen Xiaoyu looked at him with a smile in his heart, and slowly put his hand under his face.

"Why?" He Xiran suffered two big losses in a row, this time he woke up very startled, as soon as Wen Xiaoyu stretched out his hand, he hid back.

"The eyes are too wide open, help you catch the eyeballs." Wen Xiaoyu said.

"Tsk." He Xiran gave him a sideways look in annoyance.

"You still dare to tsk me?" Wen Xiaoyu flicked his chin when he withdrew his hand.

"Oh!" He Xiran covered his chin, and took the opportunity to cover his mouth with his hands and scolded him, "Wen Xiaoyu, you are a dog, you are worse than a dog!"

As a result, due to this interruption, the final ranking has already been announced.A burst of warm applause and cheers suddenly sounded, and the team of students from Class [-] was the most intense.

"What? How many places did I get?"

No one could hear He Xiran's confused question, only the ruthless camera took a photo of him in a daze.

"No.1, idiot." Wen Xiaoyu couldn't hold back, and pushed his head with a smile.

"What about you?" He Xiran asked immediately after realizing it.

Wen Xiaoyu's smile didn't fade away, she looked at him slightly, and said, "No.1."

According to the scoring rules, the judges came up with two identical scores, even with the exact decimal point, which was beyond everyone's expectation.

Wen Xiaoyu was also a little surprised. He knew that he and He Xiran were indistinguishable, even if there was a winner, the difference would not be too far, but he really did not expect to be tied for first place.

Class [-] students rushed forward, surrounded them back to the classroom, and surrounded the corner by the window tightly.

"Aren't you going to do it?" Wen Xiaoyu felt helpless from their excitement, propped his forehead and said, "It's just a preliminary round. If you don't know, you might think you won some kind of world-class award."

"The main reason is that there has never been a tie for the first place! They are all from our seventh class!" Gao Le took out his mobile phone to shoot at them, then lowered his head and slapped the phone, went to Weibo and post Show off.

"It's mainly because Brother Wen, you are so awesome!" Xiaopang Gulu Gulu guzzled a bottle of AD calcium milk, wiped his mouth and said with pride, "Your pronunciation is the same as in the British drama I watched! It's so exciting! "

A boy answered, "Yeah, Brother Wen, how can you speak London accent? This is not a magical skill that can be practiced overnight, right?"

Another boy asked: "Brother Wen, you don't learn pinyin now, but watch English dramas and learn spoken English instead?"

Fatty said: "Brother Wen, please recommend me some British dramas. I'll show them to my brother when I go home. I'm sure I won't be able to learn them anyway."

More than a dozen "Brother Wen" yelled Wen Xiaoyu's head up. He pointed to He Xiran and reminded: "There is still No. 1 here, you go and harass him."

He Xiran was like a bystander at first, watching Wen Xiaoyu with everyone, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being left out.

When Wen Xiaoyu reminded him like this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a trace of panic, his back was stiff.

Knowing that he did not have a good reputation in the past, Wen Xiaoyu deliberately taught him to be a man again, and kicked his stool under the table to signal him to cooperate with her.

"He Xiran, do you have any English dramas to recommend?" Wen Xiaoyu asked with raised eyebrows.

"I...I don't watch TV dramas." He Xiran stammered.

God damn don't watch TV shows!Wen Xiaoyu was so angry that she fell on her back, regretting that she shouldn't have had unrealistic expectations of him.

Fortunately, Gao Lele, a social cow patient, was very winking. Hearing what Wen Xiaoyu said, he directly brought the topic to He Xiran.

However, the strange thing is that when the topic revolves around Wen Xiaoyu, they are all praising his speech pronunciation or praising him for being so handsome, but when it comes to He Xiran, it becomes—

"He Xiran, what was on your face when you came on stage?"

A girl asked, "Did you put on makeup and didn't even apply the blush evenly?"

Another girl asked: "What brand and color number do you use? I want to buy the same style too."

The girl next to her said: "I also want to buy the same style, it looks too tender."

He Xiran was about to cry out of anger, he wanted to take Wen Xiaoyu's hand and press it to their faces, but felt that this move was too weird.

So he turned around, grabbed Wen Xiaoyu's hand and gnawed on it.

"Fuck!" Wen Xiaoyu was startled unexpectedly, took a breath and wanted to lift He Xiran's cap to see what was going on in his mind.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw that everyone was looking at the two of them with strange expressions.

In order not to lose the bigger people, Wen Xiaoyu swallowed a breath, patted He Xiran's head, and explained to everyone: "It's nothing, it's just a rabies attack."

Everyone didn't know the inside story, but they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so they all laughed.

"Why are you all crowded there? Is Wen Xiaoyu back?" Old Zhao's voice sounded at the door of the classroom.

"I'm back!" Xiaopang took the lead and opened a way for Wen Xiaoyu.

Wen Xiaoyu kept He Xiran away without saying a word, and fled the embarrassing scene together with the back of his head.

Unexpectedly, all the classmates came out together, as if following the boss out of the cell door, crowding the hallway.

"I'm just looking for Wen Xiaoyu, why are you here to join in the fun!" Old Zhao waved at them angrily, "Stay where it's cooler!"

Gao Le: "Mr. Zhao, let's support Brother Wen!"

Classmate: "Yes! Let's see who dares to frame him and Teacher Yu!"

"That's right!" Old Zhao roared, "I think you guys want to fight in a group right under my nose!"

Classmate: "We don't fight in groups! We just beat up that idiot!"

Old Zhao: "Get out!!!"

After finally driving this group of bandits away, Wen Xiaoyu followed Lao Zhao, who was about to lose all his hair, to the Moral Education Office.Old Zhao may have been exhausted, ignoring the only remaining follower named He Xiran.

"The matter has been found out. Your English paper is fine, and Teacher Yu is innocent. The police have also found out who the poster was..." Old Zhao said while pushing the door, "You must be our acquaintance."

Sure enough, the office is full of acquaintances—Officer Xu, Principal Wang, Director He, Teacher Yu, and a green-skinned scum.

As soon as Old Zhao entered, he pointed at the trash and started cursing: "Li Cha, are you dissatisfied with the temperature Xiao Yu asked you to shave your head, or are you dissatisfied that I will punish you to clean the toilet..."

"Old Zhao, your words have been circulating for half an afternoon, stop now!" Director He interrupted him with a bitter face.

"What happened in half an afternoon? My son didn't hear it!" Lao Zhao patted Wen Xiaoyu on the back, and said with red eyes, "How wronged he has been! He didn't perform well in the speech contest and got the bottom ..."

He paused, and asked Wen Xiaoyu: "Which place is it?"

"First." Wen Xiaoyu said.

"Look! I got the bottom one!" Old Zhao was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

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