I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

According to the practice of No. [-] Middle School, the experimental class starts one week earlier, no wonder Lu Zhiheng said that this holiday is very short.As for Zhuang Wenyao's aviation experiment class, although this "experiment" is not the other "experiment", it is also rather special, and it has to start school ahead of schedule.

So after school started in late February, there were only six classes in the entire campus, the aviation experiment class in the first year of high school, and the Xueba class in the second and third year of high school.

"The reason why the school allows you to start school early is naturally to have high expectations for everyone. After all, our aviation class is different from the ordinary class, and the experimental class in the second and third grades is also different from the parallel class." During the class meeting, Liu Ling said, " We will not teach in advance this week, let’s do a simple test first to evaluate the learning results of everyone during the holidays, covering what we learned last semester and what we will learn this semester..."

There was mourning in the classroom: "Why is there still an exam? I haven't heard of it before..."

Liu Ling clapped her hands: "Quiet! It's only been a holiday, and your discipline has been relaxed?"

The students quickly silenced.

Liu Ling continued: "Don't worry, everyone, the questions will not be difficult, and the rankings will not be recorded. The results only reflect personal circumstances, and you can know what you know. But no matter how well you do in the exam, the time that has passed can never be made up. What everyone can grasp is the upcoming new semester. Junior high school is a semester that connects the past and the future. In this semester, everyone should not be as lazy as in the first year of high school. We must cheer up and prepare for the sprint of the second and third years. Base……"

Liu Ling talked about a bunch of issues that every head teacher would emphasize before the start of school, and then talked about the exam arrangement, asked the representatives of each subject to collect all their homework and the students on duty to clean up, and then went back to the office.

The classroom is full of noise and noise. The work that should be done is done, and the homework is corrected. The ink stains are not removed until half an hour after the evening self-study, and the classroom is emptied.

Due to the fact that there are fewer classes and fewer teachers coming to work, the management of the dormitory is not strict at night, and the boys’ dormitory is very lively: there are those who play games with their mobile phones, and those who gather to play cards. The name is "give a good old age".The two airplane classes were also very noisy, and the noise almost knocked the roof off. Fortunately, the second-floor ordinary class on the fourth floor has not yet started school, and the boys in the top-level class on the third floor will not be disturbed by the next floor.

On the second day of school, life officially began. Small tests were arranged for each subject, basically one for half a day.

But this kind of life was broken again within two days: a classmate in the third-year experimental class came home with chickenpox. In order to prevent infection, the school urgently stopped all teaching activities, quarantined all student dormitories, and closed the teaching area for thorough disinfection.

The student union and the general branch of the Youth League also convened an emergency meeting of the squad leaders and the Youth League branch, emphasizing the discipline of dormitory isolation, and trying not to strangle dormitories.

There were no more than a dozen class committee members from the six classes participating, but Lu Zhiheng, the chairman of the second grade group, was not present, and Duan Xi attended instead.

"Brother Xi, why didn't Lu Zhiheng come?" Zhuang Wenyao asked after the meeting was over.

Duan Xi: "He asked for leave and went home."

Zhuang Wenyao raised his heart: "What's the matter, he won't get chickenpox too?"

Duan Xi smiled: "No, I just don't want to stay in school. When the school officially started, I came back with the ordinary class."

"Oh, thank you Brother Xi."

After asking, Zhuang Wenyao was still worried, so he went back and sent himself a WeChat greeting:

Yao: [Brother, are you okay? ]

Yao: [Why did you ask for leave and go home? ]

After a few minutes, the other party replied:

Lu Zhiheng: [Oh, I'm fine]

Lu Zhiheng: [Anyway, the school is also quarantined and there are no classes. I want to stay at home for a few more days while my mother is still on vacation]

Lu Zhiheng: [Anyway, there will be plenty of time to stay in school in the future]

Lu Zhiheng: [/animated emoticon (hands out helplessly)]

Yao: [oh oh]

Yao: [That’s fine]

Yao: [I'm still worried that you may not be feeling well]

Lu Zhiheng: [No, I'm fine]

Lu Zhiheng: [Sorry for making you worry]

Seeing this sentence, Zhuang Wenyao felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort in his heart.

Yao: [No]

Yao: [Can we be less polite when speaking...]

Yao: [It’s not unfamiliar…]

Yao: [Huh? ]

Lu Zhiheng: [Mmm, sorry, you are right :)]

Lu Zhiheng: [But I really feel sorry...]

Lu Zhiheng: [I will pay attention to it in the future :)]

Yao: [emmm...]

Yao: [Why are you so sorry]

Yao: [Besides, do I think polite expressions like "I'm sorry" and "Excuse me" are unnecessary? ]

Lu Zhiheng: [Yes! ]

Lu Zhiheng: [Got it! ]

"Alas..." Putting down the phone, Zhuang Wenyao felt a little tired.

It's just a winter vacation, and I feel that chatting with Lu Zhiheng has become polite again. He and Zhang Yeran's brothers are not in this way of getting along at all.

But Lu Zhiheng seems to have always been like this, being kind to others, and at the same time strictly holding the scales.He seems to be unassuming, friendly and easy-going, but his gentleness is always on point.So it's not that he has changed, but that Zhuang Wenyao's relationship with him has taken a step forward consciously, but Lu Zhiheng's performance remains the same as before, which makes Zhuang Wenyao feel such a gap.

But you said that he is difficult to get along with and difficult to get close to, but that is not the case at all.When a friend needs help, he is always the first to stand up and do his best without reservation.When Zhuang Wenyao wanted to ask him for anything, Lu Zhiheng always agreed without even thinking about it. Whether it was borrowing a computer or holding a meeting, there was nothing wrong with it and he did it well; in terms of learning, being a senior gave him a lot. Big and small help.But these are not his duties, since he is also very busy, there is absolutely no need for him to devote so much energy to it.

By extension, he seemed to be like that with everyone and everything.

On the day when the freshmen entered school, Lu Zhiheng participated in volunteer service work as a senior. He never took a break from morning to afternoon.

At the senior report meeting, no matter how absurd the question is, he will think carefully and hand in an answer that satisfies the teachers and classmates;

Regarding the work of the student union and the press corps, many seniors and sisters quit the department to study after entering the second year of high school, but he not only insisted on staying in the department, but also took responsibility for the organizational work by himself, recruiting new people, following activities, and leading new people. Fulfilled all responsibilities as vice-chairman and head;

In front of the teacher, he is even more well-behaved and obedient. Teacher Lu, a sophomore in high school, can safely entrust him with the teaching tasks of the competition class. Naturally, he has extraordinary trust...

He's great at getting the details right, and he's never ambiguous when it comes to big things.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly understood where the sense of discomfort and gap came from: Lu Zhiheng was a very reliable person, but he never relied on others.

He always spares no effort to shine, and people are accustomed to his light and shade, but he rarely asks others for help or accepts help from others.

But his gentleness made many people ignore one point: no one is invulnerable and omnipotent.

A term suddenly popped up in Zhuang Wenyao's mind: flattering personality.

Wholeheartedly think about others and care about others' feelings, but often ignore themselves.Isn't this him?

Zhuang Wenyao dares to assure you that if he hadn't touched his absolute domain and the final bottom line, if it hadn't been unbearable, he would never have asked not to eat coriander on his birthday last year.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly felt a little distressed.While enjoying being admired, relied on and admired by everyone, Lu Zhiheng is actually very tired behind his back.

I really hope that the school leaders will realize the seriousness of the infectious disease, and in order to ensure the safety of the students, the quarantine time will be extended appropriately, so that Lu Zhiheng can rest in his own free space for a while.

……

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

After there were no new cases for a week, the isolation period of No. [-] Middle School ended, and all teachers and students in the school started school at the same time as originally scheduled.

At the flag-raising ceremony and opening ceremony on Monday, Zhuang Wenyao, as the school radio announcer, had to partner with another female colleague, Fu Rongrong from Class 13, to perform a poem recitation, "The Course of Dreams".

Fu Rongrong is also a TV anchor selected by Youwei. She is beautiful and has a good voice.

This poetry recitation is not only the opening performance of the opening ceremony, but also the first collaboration between the two anchors.For this reason, the two stepped up to practice and run-in during the few days of isolation, and even took time to go to the empty playground for rehearsal, and they were quite well prepared.

While waiting backstage, Zhuang Wenyao met Lu Zhiheng, who was an outstanding student representative and spoke for the teachers and students of the school.

At the beginning of March, the spring is cold and cold, and the cold wind is whistling.Like everyone else, Lu Zhiheng was wearing a blue formal shirt, tie, and blue and white school uniform, concentrating on silently reading his speech.

Looking at his appearance, Zhuang Wenyao immediately thought of yesterday afternoon when he received a message from him:

Lu Zhiheng: [I'm going back to school this afternoon, and I'll be leaving in a while :)]

Logically speaking, when school starts on Monday, the students all return to school the afternoon before.When Zhuang Wenyao saw this message, he felt that it was a bit abrupt and lacked context, as if he had sent it by mistake.I waited patiently for the next text, but there was no movement on the other side, so I replied:

Yao: [hmmmm]

Yao: [And then]

Lu Zhiheng: [There is no more]

Lu Zhiheng: [Just to report to you, lest you worry :)]

Ahhh.

Zhuang Wenyao's mood was indescribable for a moment.

I have to say that I am very happy and satisfied to be treated so meticulously.

But from Lu Zhiheng's point of view... He really can remember the smallest details in his heart. He is indeed the perfect senior who sent messages to comfort every unsuccessful candidate when the reporter team recruited them.

Pleaser personality.

Once I accepted this setting, I couldn't help explaining all his actions in this way.

Will he feel tired like this?Or are you used to this way of doing things, so it doesn't matter?

Either way, it's quite distressing.

Thinking back, Zhuang Wenyao looked at his concentration, went over and bumped his shoulder: "Hey!"

"Yeah." Lu Zhiheng turned his head subconsciously, his pupils dilated slightly in surprise, and immediately smiled, nodding to the two future TV stars of the No. [-] Middle School.

After a winter vacation, he is still so gentle, smiling, and good-looking.But Zhuang Wenyao felt unnatural, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

According to the arrangement of the flag-raising ceremony, after raising the national flag and singing the national anthem, the first part is the poem recitation to drive the atmosphere, and then the speeches of the student representatives, the speeches of the leading teachers, etc., that is to say, Zhuang Wenyao and Fu Rongrong are ahead of Lu Zhiheng. play.So right now Zhuang Wenyao didn't care about the pleasantries anymore, and hugged Lu Zhiheng's shoulders tightly, as if grabbing some life-saving straw: "What should I do, I'm going to perform on stage, I'm so nervous!"

Lu Zhiheng was immobilized by him, and he was not annoyed. He smiled and said, "It's just a recitation of a poem. Zhuang Wenyao, the chief announcer of the 'Voice of No. [-] Middle School' and experienced in many battles, would also be nervous. ?”

Of course I will!I don't have any experience with you!Zhuang Wenyao: "Don't flatter me, okay! I'm just a low-level announcer at the radio station, and I always broadcast in the radio room. This is the first time I read in front of the teachers and students of the school! I'm so nervous, so nervous... ..."

Fu Rongrong smiled at the side: "No, Zhuang Zhuang, you have practiced so well, and you have been reassuring me not to be nervous, but you are so nervous when you are on stage? This is unreasonable."

Zhuang Wenyao flattened his mouth: "It's human nature... If I get nervous, my voice breaks, or I make a wrong word, there are more than 2000 people in the school, it's too social to die—"

Fu Rongrong smiled and said: "No way! Didn't you practice very well yesterday? Just treat the people below as ants on the grass, just like yesterday, and you will be able to perform normally!"

Lu Zhiheng suddenly said, "Ah Yao, do you understand the 'cognitive theory' in psychology?"

"Ok?"

"What is troubling is not the event itself, but depends on people's own perception of the event."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao nodded half-understanding, "So?"

Lu Zhiheng said lightly: "In other words, as long as you are not embarrassed, they are the ones who are embarrassed."

"I understand!" Zhuang Wenyao had an epiphany, "What's so embarrassing about the broken sound, the broken sound shows that I am full of emotions! On the contrary, the person who laughed at me is embarrassed, isn't that the case?"

Lu Zhiheng nodded: "Yeah!"

Fu Rongrong was stunned when she heard that: wonderful, wonderful!

It's time for them to play.

Lu Zhiheng: "Come on!"

"Ok!"

The one who presided over the flag-raising ceremony was You Wei, the real leader of the school's radio and television: "Next, I invite Fu Rongrong, who is in the first grade. Zhuang Wenyao, bring us a poem recitation, "The Course of Dreams"!"

Fu Rongrong and Zhuang Wenyao walked onto the stage in neat steps with bright red recitation folders in hand, and stood behind the adjusted microphone at the right height, and the lyrical and atmospheric background music sounded.

Fu Rongrong: "I, have a dream. Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, I am not afraid of obstacles and long roads."

Zhuang Wenyao: "I have a dream. I have gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and I am fearless of rain, snow, wind and frost."

"..."

They recited the verses that they had rehearsed countless times, and their voices were full of emotion and cadence, especially the final chorus, which perfectly blended with the climax of the music and pushed the atmosphere to its peak.

After the lines were read, the music continued.At this time, silence is better than sound. They bowed deeply to the teachers and students of the school under the rostrum, and exited neatly amidst the applause echoing like a tide.

Next came the speeches of the student representatives.Lu Zhiheng, who was used to such occasions, naturally completed his speech with ease and ease, quite perfectly.

When it was time to leave, Zhuang Wenyao greeted him excitedly: "I didn't break the sound!"

"Well, the words are clear, full of emotion, sincere, very good," Lu Zhiheng commented, smiling and looking at Fu Rongrong beside him, "Both of you are."

Fu Rongrong smiled: "Thank you senior~"

"Hey..." Zhuang Wenyao smirked for a while as if relieved, a big rock finally fell down, looked at Lu Zhiheng very easily, suddenly found the source of that unnatural feeling, and couldn't laugh immediately.

"Let me tell you, senior," Zhuang Wenyao straightened his back with a serious face, "After a year, have you... grown taller again?"

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Keep your claws here, and you can grow taller in the New Year (≧︶≦*)