[ABO] After the differentiation, I started hanging up

Although spring has come, Gong Shicheng and the others have never been freed from the fact that they did not hand in their winter vacation homework. The winter vacation homework lasted until nearly May before they successfully escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.

Jiang Ling's English score came out. After the devil-level training given to him by Wen Shuhuai during the holiday, Jiang Ling happily scored 41 points in the test.

When he was happy, Wen Shuhuai woke up the dreamer with a word: "The full score is 150, and you haven't even reached a quarter of the full score..."

Jiang Ling immediately became upset, and hammered Wen Shuhuai's chest with a small hammer.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... i'm finally finished!" as soon as the boring math class bell rang, as soon as old yuan announced that the get out of class was over, gong shicheng cried with his head in his arms, leaving sad tears.

"Ahem, please be quiet," Old Yuan cleared his throat, "The vast majority of people did well in the April monthly exam this time—you all know what holiday will be in ten days' time, right?"

Everyone said in unison: "May [-] Labor Day."

"Yes," Lao Yuan said, and handed out a piece of A[-] paper to the students, on which were activities for May Day.

Jiang Ling has a boyfriend from the student union, and before the event project was passed on to them, he began to give spoilers to his tablemate: "There are two events on May [-] Labor Day, the first is to perform on stage with a chorus, and the second is 'I I'm proud to work' activity, which one do you want to apply for?"

Zhang Liyan thought for a while: "I haven't earned credits this semester, so I'll apply for a chorus performance that doesn't sound like a mouthful!"

Suddenly remembered that Jiang Ling didn't have enough credits for this semester, so Jiang Ling also wrote his name in the column of chorus on the registration list that was sent over.

Credits are given for this activity, and the project is not difficult, especially the students who signed up for the chorus accounted for more than half of the whole class.

After Lao Yuan left, Jiang Ling went to ask Wen Shuhuai what to fill in.

Wen Shuhuai answered Jiang Ling while memorizing the manuscript: "I don't need to fill it in."

Three question marks appeared above Jiang Ling's head: "Why don't you fill it in?"

"I was appointed internally by Director Yu." He put down the manuscript in his hand: "He asked me to be the host."

Jiang Ling: "..."

It has to be you, Wen Shuhuai.

Wen Shuhuai leaned closer to his ear: "I'm the host, and if you stand in the chorus, you'll be the closest to me."

Jiang Ling pricked up his ears and tilted his head, curious about the baby's tone and asked, "Why?"

"Because..." Wen Shuhuai approached him again: "The lowest omega in the class will be placed at the front..."

After hearing this, Jiang Ling could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, kicked Wen Shuhuai's calf, and decided not to talk to him anymore.

Wen Shuhuai deliberately pissed him off, then clasped his hand in secret, comforted him, and confessed to him: "I was wrong, okay..."

Seeing Jiang Ling wandering between forgiving him and not forgiving him, Wen Shuhuai was happy.

Wen Shuhuai's daily pleasure is to make him angry, and then comfort him. He likes to see him blushing and arrogantly ignoring him, and after a while, he looks like he's bragging. He just looks at him quietly, and he never tires of it.

"Eh? Mrs. Jiang? Which event do you want to participate in?" Gong Shicheng asked.

Jiang Ling broke free from his hand: "Of course it's a chorus performance with many beauties!" After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at Wen Shuhuai's reaction.

Gong Shicheng said: "I also applied for the chorus! Just open your mouth and you can get credits, who doesn't love it?"

Wen Shuhuai looked calm on the surface, but secretly grabbed Jiang Ling's hand again, interlaced his fingers, and squeezed hard.

"Hiss... oops... it hurts..." Jiang Ling's painful other hand also came on the stage, and he took a lot of effort to separate Wen Shuhuai's fingers. He blew on the red fingers: "Hero, spare me! Say no more!"

Gong Shicheng was talking to the two of them, but he didn't expect the two of them to do some shameful things in private. At that time, their eyes lit up and they held down their nosebleeds so as not to spit out on the spot.

Wen Shuhuai zipped up Jiang Ling's school uniform, which was too hot, and the two corners of the school uniform's collar hung down, which happened to be a straight line.Wen Shuhuai adjusted his collar and made him look like a good student in his school uniform.

After finishing the work, I pushed the gold-rimmed glasses and said to Jiang Ling: "Be good during the rehearsal in the afternoon, I don't like the way you stare at some young lady."

The last class in the afternoon was Lao Yuan's mathematics class. Since this project was rewarded, Lao Yuan attached great importance to this competition and contributed his precious class.

Those students who didn't want to take math class for a long time danced happily, among them was Zhou Zhenzhe.

Zhou Zhenzhe gathered the whole class downstairs and took them to the multimedia activity room lively.

Before entering the activity room, the students who hadn't had time to be happy were hit by Director Yu.I saw Director Yu standing on the stage, holding a microphone and shouting to the students in the audience: "Are you from the eighth class of the second department of high school? Because there are too many people participating in the chorus competition in your class, so we have to go down one batch. People come, and the people who are brushed off go to the 'I work, I am honored' activity, and there is no requirement for the number of people in this activity."

"Oh..." The students in the audience complained softly.

Director Yu became angry: "If you don't want to participate, get out now!"

There was no sound in the audience, and Director Yu began to speak with peace of mind: "Next, students will follow what I said - this small choir only needs 33 people, and your class... 33 people have signed up. Among the [-] people, every three people will sing on stage once, and those who sing well will be kept."

The students in the audience were dissatisfied, but no one dared to speak.

"The first three students go first..." Director Yu took the list, looked at the words on it with his reading glasses, and read out the names of the three students.

First, the host appeared. Wen Shuhuai, a man and two women appeared together, wearing school uniforms and began to read some lines.

Why does the host want two men and two women?

Although Jiang Ling didn't know when this was a rule handed down, and why a man and a woman were required to host a show, Jiang Ling was not happy.

When the youthful Wen Shuhuai spoke, the audience thought of whispers of discussion, but Jiang Ling didn't want to see him communicate with another girl.

Before Wen Shuhuai came on stage, Jiang Ling turned his head away from them.

The three students, whose legs were trembling in fear, walked off the stage step by step. Director Yu would draw a picture in the notebook after each singing, not knowing which ones to stay and which ones to get out.

Jiang Ling didn't watch Wen Shuhuai's hosting over and over again, so he probably didn't care about who they were.

"Hey!" Gong Shiming pulled Jiang Ling who was in a daze: "I'm calling you!"

Jiang Ling came back to his senses and walked towards the stage.

Because of his absent-minded appearance, when Wen Shuhuai and his female partner were reading the narration, Jiang Ling wanted to kick him, but he didn't move for a long time.

Or because of his absent-minded appearance, Jiang Ling sang as if he was reciting a text, so he didn't put his mind on it.

After singing, Jiang Ling walked off the stage in a lack of interest, but Director Yu stopped him unexpectedly, and put him back after saying a word to him: "Singing is absent-minded and has no emotion, so stop playing."

From the perspective of the students, Director Yu told Jiang Ling a big secret, an unspeakable secret, for the first time.

So as soon as Jiang Ling came down, he was surrounded by people: "What did Uncle Yu tell you?"

Jiang Ling felt that it was not a secret, so he told him: "He said that I can't sing well, so he won't let me go."

In fact, Director Yu would not let him go for another reason.

After a few more groups, Zhou Zhenzhe, Gong Shicheng, and Zheng Yang arrived next.

The hostess who partnered with Wen Shuhuai took the microphone and said: "On this unforgettable May Day, the students of No. [-] Middle School are full of vigor and enthusiasm..."

Wen Shuhuai smiled at the audience, and recited the same lines: "Next, let's have a round of applause for the chorus "Speaking of Young China" brought to us by students from Class [-], School of Science, Second Division, Senior High School!"

Perhaps only when Wen Shuhuai spoke, people applauded so enthusiastically.

Gong Shicheng, Zhou Zhenzhe, and Zheng Yang stood up on the stage, looking at the three of them looking like dogs, but when they opened their mouths, they knelt down.

Originally, I thought that no matter how poorly the students sang, I should hold back and give the children a good image, but when it came to the three of them, they sang more resonantly than a donkey braying. Director Yu didn't wait for the children to finish singing. , kicked people down one by one.

Even though Director Yu wanted to leave the children with a sense of mystery and not talk to them about how they sang after they finished singing, he couldn't help telling the truth to the three children: "Look at the original song, and then look at it again." You guys, why are you full of vigor and enthusiasm!? I only know that you have chicken feathers in your throats!"

Let them sing on stage, how can it be possible to sing the vigorous and enthusiastic students of No. [-] Middle School into a bunch of donkeys screaming? !

In fact, Gong Shicheng's singing is not bad, but the voice of Zheng Yang, the pig teammate, is too magical, completely covering his and Zhou Zhenzhe's voices. Director Yu will think that they all sing like donkeys It's like calling.

Thinking of this, Gong Shicheng secretly punched Zheng Yang, and Zhou Zhenzhe followed.

All the groups finished singing, and among the people Jiang Ling was familiar with, only Han Jie and Zhang Liyan were selected away, and the rest of them were selected for the theme activity of 'I labor, I am honored'.

Director Yu cleared his throat, settled down for the chorus competition, and then settled for their inconspicuous little event: "Maybe this event is due to the typesetting, but the promotion did not clearly explain what it will do. Let me tell you now , our small event is Labor Day, just go to my office and contribute your own strength..."

The participants in their activities moaned and sighed, dying.

God damn it, the person who "dedicates his own strength" and said that cleaning is so lofty is Director Yu Chengyu!

The most terrible thing was what Director Yu said next: "After this event, everyone will write a [-]-word report—you don't have any rehearsals, so the rest of the rehearsals will not be used!"

Jiang Ling: "Where do they rehearse if we don't come?"

Director Yu said proudly: "Self-study in class!"

Students: "..." Kill me!