i was my mistake

Guang Qiutang felt that the girl standing in front of him was really different. If he ignored her young face, he would even think that she was an adult who was the same age as him.

It's not the kind of clean and refreshing personality, but a kind of smoothness brought about by rich experience.

The former makes people feel sassy, ​​while the latter makes people feel no faults, but it always feels too sophisticated and lacks the vigor of a young man.

"From today onwards, I will strictly check the students who copy their homework. If they don't realize it, I can only make them conscious. If you see someone copying their homework in the morning, record it and report it to me."

"Okay." Wan Qing scoffed at this in her heart, because people who do this kind of work are often excluded by other students. She doesn't want to do such a thankless job, so when she accepted it, she had already planned Passive and sabotage.

"Also, when other class cadres are obstructed in execution, you have to come forward to solve it, and at the same time supervise other class cadres..."

I always feel that this is not being a squad leader, but a reporting machine.

Wan Qing, who was the class monitor for the first time, suddenly felt that the man in front of her was not as beautiful as she remembered.

If he is really a good teacher, he should not instruct his students to do such things.

Even if this kind of supervision and reporting is an unspoken rule of being a monitor, it shouldn't be said so bluntly by the teacher.

If they are ordinary students, they will be influenced by such thoughts, and even think that they are righteous-but in fact they lose the ability to think for themselves, and they tend to go to extremes.

When he grows up, he will most likely become the kind of guy who has to find a way to find fault and report even when he encounters a disagreement.

In my memory, Guang Qiutang is serious and gentle with understanding—is that a filter that I put on him?

She didn't hear many of Guang Qiutang's words clearly, until the serious expression on his face faded, he put on a gentle smile, and called her softly.

"Wan Qing, classmate Wan Qing?"

"...En." Wan Qing nodded calmly, as if she hadn't lost her mind just now.

"I have already selected most of the class cadres. There is only one English class representative and health committee member that have not been selected. I will leave these two to you to choose. Do you have any suitable candidates?"

Hearing his words, Wan Qing couldn't help but think of Ye Chen's envious eyes when she saw her coming - obviously, this naive guy also wanted to try being a class leader.

Maybe it would be nice to have him as an English class representative—it's just that his English grades are really bad, and I'm afraid he won't be able to convince the public.

The class representative, no matter how you say it, must be the top ten in the class of the subject.

So she suppressed a smile and pointed to the vacancy of the health committee member on the form: "Let Ye Chen be the health committee member."

"Ye Chen?" Guang Qiutang knew that it was her deskmate, but few coolie cadres like health committee members would want to be such, so he immediately laughed again, "Yes, you just happen to be the squad leader. Generally, you have to help the health committee to supervise the students on duty to clean up before leaving."

Wan Qing felt like throwing up when she heard the word 'supervise', and if she had time to supervise, she might as well do it herself.

A squad leader and a sanitation committee member can actually clean up the classroom.

Except that it needs to be done thoroughly during the general cleaning, it is completely sufficient at ordinary times.

As a result, the squad leader supervises the health committee, and the health committee supervises the students on duty...

Such things as power are obtained through the creation of management.

The corner of her mouth raised slightly with a touch of sarcasm.

When a person can see through the essence of many things, life seems to become extremely boring.

Because after the beautiful candy paper is peeled off, the contents inside are not sweet at all.

"The representative of the English class..."

"Actually, I have candidates, but those two girls are not willing to be." Guang Qiutang smiled and shook his head, "But I can't think of other more suitable ones."

"Dong Xinghai."

"His English...is average."

"It will get better in the future."

If she didn't look at the list, Wan Qing might not be able to remember the name.

After all, it has been too long, and many memories have been blurred.

This boy has always been the kind with average grades. Until the third year of high school, the English subject suddenly improved by leaps and bounds, and he was successfully admitted to the university.

At that time, I heard from the teachers that he was deducted [-] points in English during the college entrance examination.

For Yinjiang High School, this is already an excellent result, even if it is not the first, it is at least the top three.

But Wan Qing only knew so much about him. Although they were classmates in the first and second grades of high school, they didn't have much contact with each other.

It's not that he is so taciturn, it's just that the circle of friends between the two is different.

Although he is big, he doesn't participate in things like playing basketball. Instead, he often hangs out with the few good students in the class.

Most of them are girls.

So everyone always teases him for impure motives.

But thinking about it now, this guy probably really just wants to improve his grades.

……

52. New plan

"What did the head teacher tell you?"

As soon as Wan Qing sat down, Ye Chen couldn't wait.

She squinted at him, as if she had found some fun, and suppressed a smile: "Well, I found you a half-time official, aren't you happy?"

"Really or not? Could it be that I'm the deputy monitor? Uh...unlikely...that's the class representative? I don't seem to have a better subject..."

"Health Committee." She patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Come on, boy."

"Huh—? Ah? Why do you want to be such... such a lousy class leader?" He shouted too loudly, drawing the attention of other students, and then immediately lowered his voice, "What are you doing, isn't this Is it too late to go home, no time to study?"

"Is it so short of time? Besides, if I were the squad leader, I would have to accompany the sanitation committee to clean up before going back."

"So you dragged me into the water, right?" Ye Chen drooped his eyelids, "Okay, that's great, you really don't 'treat' your own people at all!"

"Actually, I have other plans."

"What's the plan?"

"Exercise your ability to manage people, and you will have some experience in the future."

"Is that all...?"

"Okay, okay, you don't come here anymore, you really think I don't know? You go back and waste less time fishing, and you will make up for it."

"...What do you mean fishing?"

"It's just a foreign worker."

"Hey, that's an essential break in the learning process..."

"Come on." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, and took out a red notepad from the drawer, "I have made a new plan for you, and you will have to follow it on weekends and weekends."

Ye Chen leaned over to take a look, and his whole face immediately wrinkled together: "Why do you have to go out to exercise on weekends, and you have to wake up at 05:30, can't you sleep late..."

"You can go to bed early."

"Isn't the study arrangement too tight? And why are there so many mathematics and physics..."

"Well, because this is a weak point, don't keep trying to escape."

"Cough...you will have a headache."

"Just learn it." In fact, Wan Qing didn't know what to do, because she had never learned it before.

As for English, it probably wasn't that painful when I was self-studying. After all, there was such a hobby that supported me.

"Ah, my life is so miserable..."

"If you don't suffer this year, you will probably suffer for the rest of your life." Wan Qing squinted at him, "It's useless to complain, I must supervise you."

The word supervision, which came out of her own mouth, made her stunned for a moment, and then shook her head helplessly.

"What is this... devil training?"

"Take it as a devil training."

"So, what about hanging out with other friends?"

"You still want to go out to play?" She patted the back of his head lightly, "I will let you go out to play when there is an extra vacation at most."

"Ah... what a painful year."

"One year is coming soon."

"Why don't I think so?"

"Because you are too playful."

"People are not happy in life..."

"Didn't I never tell you about the future?"

"Hmm..." Ye Chen actually understands the truth, he just couldn't help but want to complain, seeing that Wan Qing stopped joking and became serious, he quickly restrained himself, "I know... I know gone."

Guangqiutang probably also dealt with the matter at this time, and walked into the classroom.

He smiled gently, sighed helplessly, and tapped on the blackboard lightly: "You guys, it's such a mess in the morning, and the other classes are all in the morning reading, can't you think more about studying?" ?”

Someone heard this, and picked up the book to read a little embarrassedly—usually those with relatively better academic performance.

Some people listened, didn't take it seriously, and continued to copy their homework.

Guang Qiutang coughed twice: "Okay, do the homework by yourself, don't copy it, can you still copy it when the college entrance examination comes?"

At this time, Yang Zeng happened to pass by Ye Chen and put the English exercise book on his desk.

——Although Ye Chen's English is not much better, but it happened that he finished writing, so he was borrowed.

Those who copy homework don't care about the correctness of the answers, as long as they are filled...

If they couldn't remember a few words, they might have filled it out by themselves.

"Taking advantage of the morning time, I'll move my seat a little bit." Seeing that the class finally became a little quieter, Guang Qiutang stood on the podium amiably, and pointed to Yang Zeng, "Yang Zeng, move away." Go behind Wan Qing, Shen Huijuan, move over to be Yang Zeng's deskmate, Wang..."

The location has been simply fine-tuned, mainly to separate the students who like to talk in class.

Of course, Ye Chen and Wan Qing still sat in the first row, there was no change.

She thinks it is quite good, after all, the blackboard is clear enough here, and the influence is less.

In Class [-], the further back the seat was, the more noisy it was. I remember that at that time, some boys even started fighting in the back during class, and there were often those squatting on the ground playing cards secretly.

The teachers can actually see it, but they just don't want to control it.

After all, this is Class Five, and it can almost be said that it is a class where most of the students have been abandoned.

"Heh, Yang Zeng is sitting with Shen Huijuan...it's the same as I remember."

"It sounds like there is a story?" Ye Chen blinked.

"There's no story. It's because of Shen Huijuan that this guy's grades improved a little. Although he didn't get into college, he suddenly wanted to work hard. He went to another high school for a repeat year, and later got into a junior college."

"Suddenly want to work hard? Is it because of love?"

"Love a fart..." Wan Qing twitched the corners of her mouth, suddenly remembered something, and frowned suddenly.

That incident... she almost forgot.

After all, I haven't contacted these buddies for more than ten years.

No matter how firm the friendship once was, it will fade with the passage of time.

"He... broke two legs."

"what?"

Wan Qing frowned lightly and lowered her voice: "Don't be so loud."

"Ah... oh, what's going on?"

"The one who was crushed by the car had both legs amputated."

"...how did this happen...why did you say it now?"

"Nonsense, how long has it been, I can't remember it all at once!"

Ye Chen froze for a moment, then re-examined Wan Qing from top to bottom as if he had known Wan Qing for the first time, his tone was full of uneasiness and indignation: "How could I forget, how could I forget... this is ...Best friends...good brothers...the relationship is so good, and...we have shared joys and sorrows."