Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Tang Xia inexplicably agreed to Yu Man's absurd game invitation.

During the lunch break, Mr. Luo gathered the classmates and held a small meeting about the Peasant Games in the afternoon and tomorrow's report performance.

"We will have two events for the Peasant Games in the afternoon, one is relay running and the other is tug-of-war," Mr. Luo paused, and opened the way, "For relay running, only four students are needed. Boys, do you have any volunteers? ?"

As soon as the words fell, there was no sound.

Teacher Luo clicked his tongue in displeasure, "Let's talk about the tug-of-war first. Tug-of-war is a group event. When Xiao Song comes over later, he will practice for you, how to use his strength accurately."

Qi Hui raised his hand suddenly, as if he wanted to ask a question.

Teacher Luo nodded at him, "Say it."

"Who is our class comparing with?"

"Class one is against class ten, class two is against class nine, and so on, so our class is the same as class five next door."

Qi replied "Oh".

Coincidentally, they were in the same class as Ying Xuefu.

"Because it is a promotion system, the winner of the first round will go to the second round, so you must pay attention to conserving your energy while working hard." Teacher Luo looked around, listening to what she said, she had quite high expectations for the students Big.

As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Song came over with a bag of things.

"Xiao Song, you came just in time," Teacher Luo greeted, "I happened to tell them about the Peasant Games in the afternoon, so you can add something." She knew that these children were relatively close to Brother Song, so she took the initiative to let him answer the conversation.

Brother Song smiled shyly, and put the bag in his hand on the ground.

The atmosphere in the originally quiet lounge suddenly became lively, and the students in the front row asked curiously, "What is this pretending to be?"

Brother Song rarely joked, "Guess."

There was a lot of discussion below.

"Quiet!" Teacher Luo couldn't see it, frowning to manage discipline.

The students shut their mouths again one by one.

Brother Song smiled, "I forgot what I told you this morning?" He said, squatting down and slowly undoing the bag, "If you are lazy in the morning, don't think about winning the Peasant Games this afternoon."

Tang Xia was also very curious. Although she was sitting in the back, she stretched her neck and looked forward.

Brother Song reached out and took something out of the bag, stood up and held it in front of his chest.

Many people whispered in unison—

"Straw sandals..."

"Yes, they are straw sandals," Song Ge smiled. "You made a total of ten straw sandals in the morning, that is, five pairs. Now I will pick out four pairs and give them to the students who will participate in the relay run in the afternoon."

As soon as this remark came out, let alone the students, even Teacher Luo was shocked.

"Xiao Song," she was astonished, "Is the relay running wearing this..."

Brother Song nodded, and turned to look at the students below, with narrow eyes, "I'm just running in straw sandals, are you afraid?"

The pot exploded in an instant, angry and funny, and there were many discussions.

"My mother, Brother Song, you guys are too thieves!"

"This is to tease us!"

"Exactly! How do you run in straw sandals? Bolt can't run fast!"

…

There were sighs one after another, and deep dissatisfaction with the teacher's routine at the base.

Brother Song gestured for everyone to be quiet, and then he couldn't control his smile and said, "I just wanted to see if you would be serious about weaving straw sandals, so I kept this matter a secret. And to be honest, I'm pretty kind, I reminded you once before."

"If I had known earlier, I would have edited it better..." Someone below muttered in a low voice, with regret.

Teacher Luo nodded frequently, and couldn't help interjecting: "I think this is very good. It will let them know that no matter whether there is anyone to check and accept your results, to see if you are serious about what you have done, you should do your best to make this matter clear." Do it well, because it is very likely that it will affect your future success or failure.”

Brother Song nodded, "The director thinks so too, that's why he canceled the original Peasant Games event and changed it to the straw sandal relay."

"Remember this special education," Teacher Luo turned to the dozens of students, "If the soles of the shoes are firmly woven, you can run fast. Similarly, if you have a solid foundation, you will be able to move forward in life. won't fall."

The students were silent below. They didn't know whether they were shocked by Teacher Luo's lecture, or they felt a little depressed because they felt that they would lose the game in the afternoon. Anyway, no one spoke for a while.

Brother Song smoothed things over and said, "Okay, okay, don't be so negative, it's not just our class, other classes will also be lazy, maybe the lazy ones are worse than ours, right?"

As he said this, sure enough, the expressions on the students' faces relaxed a bit.

Teacher Luo glanced at Brother Song, and suddenly felt that the cooperation of the two of them, one singing red face and the other singing bad face, was very good for this group of children.

In order to increase their confidence, Brother Song took a pair of straw sandals from the bag and praised them in public: "For example, this one is very well braided, and it will never fall apart when running."

Xu Yayao leaned close to Tang Xia's ear, "Is our group right?" She remembered that because Han Yu had removed a piece of hemp rope, their group's straw sandals were woven to the last knot, which was different from Song Ge's teaching.

Tang Xia smiled slightly, a little happy, "Yes."

Brother Song picked and picked, except that Tang Xia’s group and the other group’s straw sandals are more suitable, the others are really...

Four words to describe: appalling.

He can only choose the taller from the dwarf, and pick the good from the bad.

After finally choosing four pairs of straw sandals, Brother Song turned to Teacher Luo and asked, "Who are the relay runners?"

"Not yet." Teacher Luo replied.

"That's it," Brother Song turned his head and looked down, "No one wants to participate?"

The students were silent.

If it was a normal relay race, some boys would take the initiative to sign up, but the premise of this relay race now is to wear straw sandals, not to mention that the image is a bit ugly, and there is no chance of winning, so it is meaningless to participate.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Brother Song and Teacher Luo looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

"I attended."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind.

Tang Xia Yilin, this familiar tone...

The students in the front row all turned their heads, and she turned around at the same time.

The young man in the back seat lazily raised one arm, revealing a white and delicate wrist, as thin as bamboo.

Zou Ziyu looked at him after a few rows of people, and felt more and more confused about what this young man was thinking.

Teacher Luo was very surprised, "Are you participating?"

Han Yu nodded and repeated: "I will participate."

Brother Song looked at him from afar and smiled.

This kid never surprised him.

Everyone couldn't believe it. After all, Han Yu was not a proactive person, and he would be the first to jump out when everyone was not enthusiastic.

Seeing him like this, Qi Hui raised his hand in resignation, "I will also participate."

Both boys from the school basketball team participated, and some people in the class began to loosen one after another. The problem of four places should not be a big problem.

Teacher Luo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Han Yu and praised: "It's very good to win honor for the class."