return to the third grade

Chapter 202

The number of girls is small, and the number of boys walking together is not enough. There will always be a few couples of boys and girls. After changing several forms, in the end, boys go to boys, and girls go to girls.

There were four people in a row, Ling Xiaoxiao was walking on the side, next to a girl named Zheng Xiaoyue, this girl was about the same size as Ling Xiaoxiao, but not as slender as Ling Xiaoxiao, with a round body, wearing a skirt, and her head was crooked. Wearing a bun, she was sweating a while, and the makeup on her face was a bit sloppy, Ling Xiaoxiao looked sideways and felt that this girl looked like a matchmaker, and she looked a little festive.

After the entrance of the junior high school group, it was soon the turn of the first grade. On the loudspeaker, two announcers were explaining passionately. The first and second classes of the senior one walked into the venue with white arms and thighs. , Then, the boys on the field began to eat ice cream happily.

Brother Zhen who was standing in front of the team was also good to both brothers. Zhou Shao and Zhou Shao were shaking their fans while discussing which girl had fairer skin and thinner legs. After pointing for a while, Brother Zhen retracted the fan and turned to Zhou Shao Shao smiled complacently again: "If you want to say, our Xiaoxiao and Manni have the best figures, you won't be able to see them if you don't have this good fortune."

Brother Zhen's words are too imaginative, especially Zhou Shao is not a pure child, Zhou Shao touched his nose, afraid that if he thinks too much, he will get a nosebleed: "It's okay, summer will be soon, there is a chance. "

When Brother Zhen heard this, he didn't think too much about it, and nodded accordingly: "Our Manny really likes to wear skirts, but Xiaoxiao can wear a pair of jeans for four seasons, so you probably have no chance."

Zhou Shao thought about Ling Xiaoxiao's appearance of hiding a knife in his smile, and he didn't dare to give birth to any thoughts at all. With a shiver, he quickly said seriously: "Students still have to focus on learning, why are we talking about these things, ready, ready, come to us right away Class is in."

Brother Zhen's hand shaking the fan froze. He didn't know what was wrong with Zhou Shao this week, but when he saw that Class [-] had already entered the venue, he turned around and said loudly to the students in the class: "Everyone, get ready, hear the password clearly, get ready!" Enter."

Set off by the white shirt and jeans of Class [-], the time-traveling attire of Class [-] attracted the attention of all the teachers on the rostrum as soon as they entered the arena. Liu Yanqing sat on the stage and looked at the gazes of the head teachers of other classes in the first year of senior high school. Don't mention how beautiful it is.

"Old Liu, where did you get these clothes in your class?" The head teacher of Class [-] had a better relationship with Liu Yanqing because the two classes shared a set of teachers, so he asked directly without shy away. The other teachers stretched their ears quickly.

Liu Yanqing smugly laughed, and pointed to Zhou Shao who had already walked in and walked in the front of the line: "Student Zhou Shao's family has someone who works in the provincial theater troupe, and all the clothes are borrowed from there."

Liu Yanqing is not afraid that these teachers will cut off their beards next year when they find out, they have all worn them once, and the other classes will wear them again.

The head teacher of Class [-] gave a thumbs up when he heard this: "Students in your class would think that it would be nice to ask their parents to help them out without taking up their own time or spending more money."

The head teacher of Class [-] sighed, no one asked their class to wear clothes that were not much better than white tops and black trousers. When showing their faces like this, don’t worry about the benefits after showing, they are always happy, aren’t they?
When there were still 20 meters away from the rostrum, Brother Zhen opened the fan first, and the other three followed her to open the folding fans in their hands, and saw that the folding fans of the four were put together, and it was written: Senior One class nine.

Using fans instead of raising placards, the four of them just walked casually, imagining that they were the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River. Even when they passed the rostrum, they just looked sideways, and then greeted with smiles.The other students in the class, when they arrived at the rostrum, all stood still and turned around, and then the girls saluted and the boys saluted, which was a little more flavorful than other classes chanting slogans, which made the principal on the rostrum nod in appreciation.

Ling Xiaoxiao secretly looked at the satisfied expressions of everyone on the stage, and saw Liu Yanqing sitting there proudly, as proud as a peacock, thinking in her heart that Class Ninth's way of entering the arena was so cool that she might get the Sports Fashion Award , no wonder my homeroom teacher is so happy.

No. [-] Middle School has a good source of students, and the students in each class are basically similar. Therefore, teachers like them have nothing to struggle with in teaching, because no one is bad, and students have nothing to struggle with, because they are all similar, and those who can fight are just these corners. . .No matter what kind of honor, if you have it and others don't, you can be proud.

With Zhuyu from Class Nine in the front, and the classes and grades entering the arena behind, although I can see that they have carefully prepared, they are still inferior to Class Ninth. Even though Class Ninth has already stood in the middle of the playground, there are still some Probing and curious eyes kept looking over.

Brother Zhen watched Yue Pingjun and Jiang Zizhuo pass by in front of his class holding the class sign, and smiled contemptuously at the two of them, waving their fans: "It's so stupid."

Yue Pingjun staggered, wanting to drop the sign in anger, whoever thought so stupidly paid attention to it, and each person held up one of the four signs. . .

When Jiang Zizhuo passed Class [-], he glanced sideways at Ling Xiaoxiao, who was in the team, and saw that she was wearing a set of lavender large sleeves, double front and wide sleeves, and the length of the clothes dragged the floor. In a bun, she stood there pretty and winked at him, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, like a girl in a boudoir who came out of ancient times.

Jiang Zizhuo didn't even know how soft his eyes were when he looked at Ling Xiaoxiao at this time, and the corner of his mouth also had the same curved smile as Ling Xiaoxiao. In just a moment, they walked over, and then, his face still had the usual faint smile. Expression, as if nothing happened.

After all classes and grades of all grades had finished entering the arena, the Academic Affairs Office sent leaders to give speeches. Ling Xiaoxiao found that the leaders of the No. [-] Middle School didn't like to use manuscripts for their speeches. He returned the microphone to the two announcers on the rostrum.

The athlete representative is a boy in the second grade of high school. He is tall and strong. According to Nie Wan's gossip, this boy's academic performance was very average in the first and second grades of junior high school. Specialized in sports, he was recruited into No. [-] Middle School. As a result, after entering the third year of junior high school, his grades climbed steadily, as if he had suddenly opened up the second line of Ren Du. The Eighth Middle School is one of the few students who have practiced sports, and they are not special students.

(End of this chapter)