The boss is at the same table, she pretends to be good again

Chapter 9 Is Brother Heng a poor man?

But when it comes to school uniforms, Huang Zhixue also thinks that the school uniforms of Pingyang High School are dirty and ugly. It is not unreasonable for them to be complained about countless times by parents of students over the years.

For example, last year's college sports meeting, the school uniforms of several high schools in No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School are no longer such old-fashioned sportswear.

There was a group of students standing there, male and female students wearing trousers and short skirts in different layers, just like the new youths of the Republic of China, no matter how you look at it, it looks good.

Just like them in Pingyang High School, all of them wore fat sportswear, standing or sitting or not, just like deserters who have lost a battle.

In such a comparison, school uniforms are still very important to show the spiritual outlook of the school and students!
The high school attached to the province can't compare. The high schools in Luocheng must at least be able to surpass them in school uniforms, right?
And this year's college sports meeting is about to start again, so I have to discuss the matter of school uniforms with the director quickly, and it's best to put it on the agenda as soon as possible.

After Huang Zhixue let go of all kinds of messy thoughts for a while, he just recovered when he saw Li Mingting looking up at him.

Realizing that he was distracted, Huang Zhixue was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and asked Li Mingting: "Student Li, do you have any suggestions or opinions about our school uniform?"

When the topic changed suddenly, Li Mingting blinked and blinked, before speaking softly after a while: "Mr. Huang, I don't know what our school uniforms look like yet!"

Huang Zhixue: "..."

That's right, there doesn't seem to be a single person in school uniform in their seventh class.

In the entire Pingyang High School, few people seemed to wear school uniforms.

These bastards are really presumptuous!

Huang Zhixue had a plan in mind, so he thought about going to the school leader to discuss the school uniform.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at Li Mingting's shirt with an asymmetrical collar.

I wanted to do it myself, but I was worried that the other party was a female classmate, so I still held back and didn't move.

Forget it, out of sight, out of mind.

……

When Rong Heng came back from playing basketball, he and a group of tall boys squeezed in front of the faucet to wash their hands.

After the ashes and sweat were all washed away, he took some water from the empty mineral water bottle and poured it on his head.

The water flowed down the hair tip directly to the face, and a thorough coolness swept over in an instant.

After the boredom faded away, Rong Heng sighed comfortably. He rolled up the side of his T-shirt and wiped his face. He put his arms around the shoulder of the boy next to him and said, "Go, go back."

The others flicked the water off their hands casually, and followed them to the classroom.

After walking a few steps, three girls rushed over with smiles, and the one in the middle directly stuffed a box into Rong Heng's arms: "Brother Heng, this is a gift I brought back from abroad, I hope you like it."

After saying this, they were shy for a while, then ran away together with smiles on their faces.

The person ran away without a trace, Rong Heng also waved his hand casually, and threw the carefully selected gift box into the arms of the person next to him.

The boys beside him laughed and laughed, and the person holding the box deliberately teased: "Brother Heng, at least open it and have a look, what if there is something valuable? Don't regret it if you give it to me then! "

With a basketball under his arm, Rong Heng blew a whistle, his smile flaring up wantonly: "You brother Heng is short of money?"

"That's right, Brother Heng is not short of this money."

Everyone entered the classroom with laughter and noisiness, and as soon as they entered the door, Rong Heng involuntarily locked his eyes on the last row.

The little girl huddled behind the desk, lowered her head and didn't know whether she was reading a book or sleeping. The whole person was self-contained, as if the noise in the classroom had nothing to do with her.

(End of this chapter)