I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

"Dear teachers, dear students, good evening everyone!"

The host is also a young lady from the experimental class of the second year of high school. She looks good and speaks passionately.

"It's another new semester, the beginning of school seems to be just yesterday, and we have already entered the second year of high school, and completed the role change from 'meng' to 'senior and senior'. Students help each other, and the torch is passed on. Today, please Our excellent seniors and sisters will guide you the way ahead and start a new high school life..."

Almost no one listened carefully to this opening speech. Everyone's attention was focused on the four big men behind the host. There were constant whispers and the inadvertently leaked shutter sound of the mobile phone.

"Brother Yao, block it for me!" Zhang Yeran said, and quietly raised his phone to take a photo, "No, it's too far away, I don't know at all!"

"It's okay, you don't need to take a photo," Zhuang Wenyao said from the side, "Go back to the confession wall at night, there must be a classmate in the front row who provided a high-definition big picture."

"It makes sense!" Zhang Ye suddenly nodded, put away his phone, and turned his gaze to the rostrum.

"Next, senior sister Xi Yue from Class 12 of the second year of high school will be invited to give a speech!"

There was thunderous applause.

Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help but said: "Class 12? Senior sister Xi Yue and Lu Zhiheng are so far apart?"

张烨然：“对啊。高二统共就12个班，1、2班是理科实验班，3到9普通班，10、11、12文科班，习玥和陆之恒他俩正好‘君住长江头我住长江尾’……”

Zhuang Wenyao punched him unhappily: "Talk too much."

"Slightly." Zhang Ye stuck out his tongue and concentrated on watching the senior sister.

Xi Yue bowed under the attention of everyone, shook her head slightly when she got up, and her hair swayed in a neat arc.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dear supervisors, teachers and schoolmates, very good evening to you all!"

(Guests, leaders, dear teachers and students, good evening everyone!)

"I'mXiYue, aSenior2studentfromRongchengNo.1MiddleSchool..."

Everyone in the audience was immediately stunned: All English speeches, this is too hardcore!

Moreover, Xi Yue's spoken English is a standard London accent, but not as rigid as her listening, and her accent is just right. It can only be said that she is worthy of being the president of the Model United Nations.

The theme of Xi Yue's speech is that Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School has a high status in the education field, is very famous, and has excellent resources. All famous schools at home and abroad have exchange and cooperation projects with No. [-] Middle School. Interested students can pay more attention to it on the official website .

The last PPT is a photo of Xi Yue participating in the X Summer Camp during the summer vacation.Her facial features are well-proportioned, her temperament is shrewd and capable, and she is not inferior to white people.

"Awesome!" Everyone exclaimed that they had never seen the world.

Xi Yue's speech played a pre-emptive role and made everyone cheer up.

But in comparison, the atmosphere of Senior Feng Bing's report next was much more relaxed.

Feng Bing is not tall, and his words are gentle and non-aggressive, but his language is very logical, and he sounds like a top student: "Hi everyone, freshmen, I am Feng Bing from Class 2, Grade [-], and I am also the general branch of the No. [-] Middle School League. Secretary. I am very happy and honored to be here with you to share the rich and colorful high school life..."

Hearing the familiar mother tongue, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Bing mainly introduced all aspects of school life, including dormitory discipline and management, work and rest time on weekdays, extracurricular activities, and various competitions.

Among them, what everyone is most interested in is club activities, and No. [-] Middle School has indeed lived up to expectations in this regard.

With a relatively long history, there are three classic clubs: the Model United Nations, the Dance Club, and the Music Club. Senior He Mang is the chief pianist of the Western Music Club of the Music Club.

In addition, there are emerging popular clubs such as e-sports clubs, animation clubs, and roller skating clubs. There are a variety of clubs such as the Heartbreak Rehabilitation Club, and the Social Horror Patient Warming Club, which is amazing.

Feng Bing's speech aroused everyone's interest. After the speech, everyone's enthusiasm was extremely high, because the part that everyone was most looking forward to was coming soon.

Before the report began, Lao Ban told a story about He Mang and Lu Zhiheng, which was very fascinating.Everyone believed that the report of these two academic masters with both good looks and strength must be quite interesting.

"Brother Yao, look at this!" Zhang Yeran took out his mobile phone at some point, and the screen was actually a picture of two seniors on the rostrum preparing to give a speech. It was shot at a close distance and the angle of view was excellent. The number of people online displayed in the lower left corner was not Keep climbing, far exceeding the number of people in the first grade.

Real-time barrage:

Turn off the lights and let's go to bed: [There is a live broadcast!Beer! ]

Exaggeration, exaggeration: [Grade 6 Class [-] came to report! ]

Sakurajima Mai: [Senior high school seniors also come to join in the fun]

Yiqu Lishang: [Wow, ah, what a man, Lu Zhiheng!The two male gods fit together! ]

"Damn!" Zhuang Wenyao was amazed when he saw it, "Which good brother opened the live broadcast, this pixel is fine!"

Zhang Yeran: "No, she's a good sister, her online name is 'Yichi Xingguang'..."

Damn, it's Chi Yi again.

Well done this time though!

In the narrow screen, He Mang and Lu Zhiheng evenly occupied the entire screen, and their small movements and micro-expressions were all exposed under the high-definition pixels.

If Lu Zhiheng is the kind of person who is warm and moist like jade, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, interacting with the audience cordially and positively, without any sense of distance, then He Mang is the flower of the iceberg male god Gaoling, with a cold aura and aloofness. , there was no extra expression throughout the whole process, but when Xi Yue and Feng Bing talked about the key parts, they nodded slightly to show their sympathy.

In thermodynamics, absolute zero cannot exist.But if it must exist, it must exist in He Mang's eyes.

Taking advantage of the interval between the host's announcement, Lu Zhiheng lowered his head and sorted out the speeches, and took out one and handed it to He Mang.

He Mang took it, nodded expressionlessly, adjusted the height of the microphone, and prepared to start reporting.

Barrage scrolling crazily:

Yu Sheng in the future: [My God, senior He Mang is so indifferent, does he not like Lu Zhiheng very much? ]

. :[Maybe, after all, they are rivals, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, right? ]

The dream of a billion girl: [Stop judging a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain, how can the bosses be so narrow-minded, and there is no room for two tigers, they appreciate each other and cherish each other, okay!He Mang really hates people who don't even talk to each other, don't even nod at all! ]

Blyyds: [Upstairs nsdd!This nod is sugar!The sharpness is true! ]

Followed several [fmblszd! ]

"'Sharpness', did this person make a typo?" Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help asking, "And what does this sentence mean, what kind of sugar, what sharpness? What is this string of letters?"

Next to him, Zhang Yeran suffocated his laughter and almost exploded: "It's their CP, don't you understand?"

"CP? I don't understand." This touched Zhuang Wenyao's knowledge blind spot.

Zhang Yeran: "CP, couple!"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Aren't couples husband and wife?"

Zhang Yeran: "Yes, that's what it means. 'Fengmang Bilu' is He Mang and Lu Zhiheng, their CPs, understand?"

After Zhuang Wenyao thought about it, he suddenly lost his voice in surprise: "Are they a couple?"

"No, it's just that those CP fans think they are, and then pay attention to their interaction and sugar, understand?"

Zhuang Wenyao didn't understand very much, and frowned: "What a mess, it's disgusting."

"Hey..." Zhang Yeran's expression changed slightly, he hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Wenyao asked.

"..." For some reason, Zhang Yeran swallowed the words back, "It's okay, just listen to the report."

Zhuang Wenyao doesn't think male and male CPs are disgusting, but that those people are inexplicable and boring. A good classmate relationship is called CP, and they are still dancing under the live broadcast. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable if I saw it?In the end, he didn't say all the words in the shock, and he didn't know which nerve he hit Zhang Yeran.

He Mang's voice seemed to be deliberately suppressed, deep and magnetic: "Hi everyone, I am He Mang. Today's report is also a high school study guide. Please listen carefully and take notes..."

As soon as He Mang said this, the lively atmosphere in the venue immediately froze.

The content of the report is roughly how stressful high school is, how many books you have to learn in three years, how many times that of junior high school, and it is related to the results of the college entrance examination and the future, so study hard and don't think that you will be admitted to the first grade. Everything will be fine in China, and this is just the beginning.Then share the learning methods, such as previewing before class and reviewing after class, listening carefully to the lecture, doing more questions, and so on.

Every time he said a sentence, everyone felt cold for a while. At first, they listened and memorized with a sense of urgency and mission, but later they gave up struggling and felt cold.

The live barrage is full of mourning:

National costume Li Bai: [Isn’t it bro, are you so ruthless...]

Can づ Nian: [Is it still too late for me to quit school now (╥╯^╰╥)]

Mai Sakurajima: [Students, hold on, we all came here like this, don’t be square, don’t be square~]

"Damn it!" Zhang Yeran fell on Zhuang Wenyao and wailed, "Why is high school so devilish, I don't want to go to it—"

"Don't feel bad, it's not as bad as what He Mang said, the school is giving us a blow." Zhuang Wenyao patted his face and comforted him, "Besides, those sophomores are about to start school now, don't do homework and brush questions, I still have free time to watch the live broadcast and enjoy CP, watch it more!"

"It makes sense!" Zhang Ye jumped up in shock, "He Mang is trying to scare people!" Immediately regaining his strength, he went to the live broadcast room to post barrage.

But others were not as optimistic as the two of them. He Mang said that he was completely sluggish, sighed up to the sky, choked speechlessly, and was so depressed that he ignored the host's announcement, clapped his hands symbolically a few times, and the applause was sparse.

In this half-dead atmosphere, a gentle and clean voice resounded through the loudspeaker throughout the auditorium.

"Thanks to He Mang for his wonderful speech. It's really 'don't worry about life, silence speaks louder at this time'."

Students who can be admitted to No. [-] Middle School have relatively strong self-study ability, and they are also very self-conscious as prospective high school students. Most of them have memorized this text.The students were amused, and the atmosphere became active again.

Pianpian young man, sitting upright like a pine.

Lu Zhiheng naturally held the microphone lightly with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the auditorium generously with clear and soft eyes:

"Actually, high school is busy. If you can manage your time and energy well, I believe everyone can have a fulfilling high school life."

"Senior He Mang's report is very comprehensive. Next, I will make some supplements on competition-related issues. Subject competitions have always been the strength of our No. [-] Middle School. There are countless examples of students who have won the door to prestigious schools through competition awards..."

Lu Zhiheng mainly introduced the characteristics and timing of competitions in various disciplines, and finally shared many previous experiences and successful cases.

"Our No. [-] Middle School will arrange the selection exam for the competition class in the first week of school. Interested students, please pay close attention to the notice of the class committee and participate on time. The result will be announced within two weeks. I wish you all the best in the exam and your rewards Wish."

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

What Lu Zhiheng was talking about was the content of the competition, which was out of reach for most of the students, so they didn't feel any pressure.In addition, the speaker's tone was gentle and amiable, and he was good-looking. Everyone was very happy and relaxed when they heard it.

In general, the four speakers have their own characteristics, one sings the red face and the other sings the bad face. The rhythm of the whole report fluctuates, and the mood of the audience also fluctuates accordingly.It has to be said that the school's arrangement of selecting four of them to give reports is also ingenious.

Host: "Thank you seniors for their wonderful reports! I think everyone has a general understanding of the upcoming high school life, but there must be some questions. The following is our free question time. You can ask questions to four seniors at the same time. You can also specifically ask a certain senior you like~”

As soon as this remark came out, the audience started to riot again.

Where can such a good thing be found when the master student answers questions face to face!

Zhuang Wenyao became excited, his brain was running wildly: he must not miss this opportunity to brush his face!Quickly think of a question!

But he soon discovered that things were not as smooth as he thought.

In the auditorium, after a brief commotion, the students raised their hands enthusiastically.

On the podium, after Xi Yue signaled to the host, the host handed the microphone to a girl in the first row.

Zhuang Wenyao's heart suddenly turned cold: there were more than 600 freshmen in the auditorium, and they sat at the back of the airline class. How could the host lady run over all the steps and travel all the way to pass him the microphone!

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Zhuang: Sad, when can I talk to npy!

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