return to the third grade

Chapter 197

"I received a notice from the school that on the 17th, a delegation of teachers and students from Koryo State will go to Bincheng, and the delegation will stay in No. [-] Middle School until the end of the month." The high school is going to be in charge of the reception, and one of you should be selected to be in charge of the reception."

Are these students doing reception?Ling Xiaoxiao felt a little strange when she heard the news. Jiang Zizhuo and the others looked as expected. They were in the No. [-] Middle School in junior high school and had participated in three art festivals, so they knew a lot about it.

"According to the practice of No. [-] Middle School in previous years, all the students in charge of reception are required to speak fluent English." Yue Pingjun looked at Brother Zhen and Ling Xiaoxiao's puzzled looks and explained.

"English? That has nothing to do with me." Brother Zhen was immediately relieved when she heard that, her English was the worst among all subjects.

"Well, in previous years, the representatives of the English class of each class were basically selected, and this year should be similar. There will be more than ten people selected in the first and second grades of high school." Yue Pingjun said and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, like You are a class representative, and those who have won awards must be responsible for the reception. At that time, you will have more than ten days to be with the teachers and students of the inspection team. You have to balance your time yourself. After all, you will not be able to attend classes for so many days. "

"What?" Ling Xiaoxiao thought she had heard it wrong: "I'm not in class and I'm in charge of translating around the clock? Are you eating, playing, and walking around the clock?"

Yue Pingjun nodded. If this kind of thing happened to someone else, it would definitely be considered an honor, but he knew that if it happened to Ling Xiaoxiao, she would only find it troublesome and depressed.

Sure enough, Ling Xiaoxiao frowned: "It's been so many days, my class must be dropped, can I not go? There are so many people in the grade who are good at English, and it's hard to pick any student from your key class. You can complete the task satisfactorily."

"It's not certain, don't worry about it." Jiang Zizhuo saw her frowning and comforted her. However, according to the practice of previous years, once such a thing is selected, it is really hard to shirk. He has already begun to think about it in his heart. How can I help Ling Xiaoxiao make up for the missed homework. . .

"Don't listen to Ping Jun's nonsense," Huang Xin quickly comforted Ling Xiaoxiao: "This period is an art festival, and there will be activities every day. When the time comes, the whole school will adjust the schedule and the learning progress will slow down, so you don't have to worry. Besides, this hasn't chosen you yet."

Knowing that everyone was comforting herself, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but continue to frown: "Well, I know, it will depend on the situation at that time, the art festival will only arrive on the 17th, and there will be a sports meeting before it. In May, everyone will probably I don’t even bother to read books and study, the teacher shouldn’t be in a hurry.”

When it comes to the sports meeting, Brother Zhen is still very happy. She likes everything related to sports: "I won't have to go to class for three days. How wonderful, Xiaoxiao, you go for a long-distance run, and I go for a high jump and a long jump. Let's combine two swords, It will definitely earn the class a good place."

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't answer, the specific time of the sports meeting has not yet been set, and the time of each event has not yet been set, if she catches up with her good relatives and goes on a long-distance run, whether she can sit on the stool will be a problem. . .

But Brother Zhen is excited about this meeting, and didn't think too much about it: "If the 17th good inspection team comes, it should mean that this year's campus art festival in No. [-] Middle School is about to start, so why should the sports meeting be finished a few days earlier? Just prepare, so it will definitely open this week?"

Except for brother Zhen, only Yue Pingjun and Jiang Zizhuo have some insider information from the student union, so Yue Pingjun took it over and said: "According to the practice of the eighth middle school in the past, it should be like this, but these are not certain, after all, the students who entered Wuyuebin City The rainy season is coming."

In previous years, in May, there would be more rain in Bincheng than other places in the province. I don't know why. Therefore, even if the Eighth Middle School wants to coordinate the time of the sports meeting and art festival, it depends on whether God is willing or not.

"Why do you think so much? Let's talk about it when the time comes. Anyway, the sports meeting is always going to be held, and the art festival is also going to be held, and I have just passed the midterm exam. I think I will be happy if I can play for a month, and I am not in vain. Desperate to be admitted to the high school." Zhou Shao nestled on the sofa beside him, as if he had no bones, hugging a pillow, lazily.

"What are we going to do with this year's art festival? What are the teachers and students from Korea going to investigate?" Ling Xiaoxiao was still a little curious about this.

Huang Xin has been involved in the preparations so she knows a lot of details: "Goryeo came to an art school. Although they are all high school students, these students have been preparing for their debut since they were in junior high school. They are all versatile and talented in singing and dancing. They are all outstanding, and they will bring a lot of modern song and dance performances to the No. [-] Middle School this time, which can be regarded as an eye-opener for the students of the No. [-] Middle School, and they themselves should also want to inspect the domestic market environment."

Art school, Ling Xiaoxiao lost interest as soon as she heard it. She originally thought it was an orthodox school like No. [-] Middle School, and wondered if she would take the opportunity to communicate with her if she was a receptionist. . .

"Don't underestimate the students who are coming. In terms of their domestic environment, they are more mature and knowledgeable than you. You have to be open-minded and learn from each other, you know?" Huang Xin rarely put on a teacher's posture Started to educate Ling Xiaoxiao, Ling Xiaoxiao quickly bowed her head to accept.

After talking about the Art Festival, I talked about other things, but most of them were unknown to Ling Xiaoxiao and Brother Zhen. Huang Xin and Jiang Zizhuo are family friends, and they will inevitably talk about family members when they chat. Huang Xin asked Jiang Zizhuo: " Zi Zhuo, are your parents still so busy now?"

Speaking of his parents, Jiang Zizhuo's tone didn't change much, as usual: "Aren't they always like that? My dad was promoted to another level a few years ago, and it is said that he may go up again. My mother is also the same , I just got promoted not long ago and became the director of the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular department, and I am busy with consultations and operations every day."

"Your mother didn't listen to your grandfather's advice and insisted on learning Western medicine. If she followed your grandfather to learn Chinese medicine, she would not be as busy as she is now." Huang Xin sighed when talking about Jiang Zizhuo's parents.

Jiang Zizhuo didn't speak any more, the expression on his face didn't change, but it was still calm, but it could be felt that he didn't want to talk more.Huang Xin just asked casually just now, but didn't ask any more, and started talking about other things.

With Yue Pingjun and Zhou Shao around, you don’t have to worry about gossip and family quarrels. After a few people chatted for a while, the atmosphere became more relaxed. After a while, I heard the sound of the door of the private room being pushed open. Xu Mohan was dressed very neatly. , walked in with a briefcase.

"Are you done?" Seeing him coming in, Huang Xin got up with a smile, took his briefcase and put it aside.

Xu Mohan nodded, looking at Huang Xin's warm smile: "Why are you talking so happily?"

"It's just nonsense, it's nothing."

(End of this chapter)