Along with it, the outlook on life of most of the people in Class 1, Grade 2 also collapsed.
It's not like they haven't seen good grades. After all, Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, as the city's key point at the end of the crane, can still produce a few Tsinghua University and Peking University every year.
It's just that the form of expression of this matter is too dramatic, and the effect is too shocking.
As a result, those who did worse than Liu Yue directly examined themselves: Am I mentally retarded? Am I retarded? Am I retarded
I'm.
So on the road leading to the flag-raising ceremony, the atmosphere in Class One, Grade Two, was so eerie that everyone's eyes were empty and their expressions were dull.
Zhou Ziqiu and Shang Huai couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Has the ancestral grave of your class been dug collectively?"
Xia Zhiye supported Song Yan: "No, it's just that this ancestor accidentally became taller than Liu."
Zhou Ziqiu and Shang Huai: "..."
Substituted into Liu Yue and thought about it, the degree of anger should be similar to being dug up.
The ancestor himself was quite aloof, standing on the side with a limp leg, and he didn't mean to show off at all.
"But what's with your proud expression?" Zhou Ziqiu asked.
Xia Zhiye: "Do I have any?"
Shang Huai: "You have."
Xia Zhiye: "Well, then I will have it."
"..."
Quite frank.
"Why, I can't have a flirt with You Rong, my deskmate?" Xia Zhiye didn't feel anything wrong at all, and patted Zhou Ziqiu's shoulder confidently, "Okay, don't think about it, help me get Song Tired of sending our class there."
"And you?"
"Didn't you see that Liu Deqing is looking for someone in a hurry?"
"What did he ask you to speak this time?"
"unimportant."
Xia Zhiye slowly took out a Communist Youth League emblem from a corner and pinned it to his chest: "Anyway, just remember to applaud me later."
Before Song Yan could figure out why Liu Deqing asked Xia Zhiye to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony, Shang Huai had already sounded the ten-level alarm: "Xia Zhiye, are you going to take this opportunity to make trouble again?"
"How could it be?" Xia Zhiye faced the rising sun, squinted his eyes and smiled, "How can I, an upright young man like me, cause trouble?"
At most, it was to help Song Daxi seek justice for their family.
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Ruan Tian was very moved by the fact that Song Yan came to the flag-raising ceremony with a half-broken leg.
Out of humanistic concern, someone moved a chair for him to sit at the end of the line.
With two long legs and one, the ancestor's face was paralyzed.
The leaders of the Education Bureau did not dare to be so grand when they went to the countryside for inspections.
Seeing that Liu Yue, who was at the end of the team, was furious.
How can this person be so pretentious? And after pretending to be forced so many times, it didn't turn over.
Just fucked his uncle.
Cursing in Liu Yue's heart, he didn't realize that the person who was giving the opening speech on the rostrum was his uncle.
Long-winded, empty-handed talk, endless.
Hearing this, Ruan Tian yawned out of boredom, and couldn't help but start chatting with Song Yan beside him.
"It's a pity for you this time. If you didn't have that oolong, you would have hoped to enter the top ten of the five schools."
"It's okay, as long as it doesn't lower the average score in the class."
"That's not true. The average score of our class this time is 565. You just crossed the line, and you didn't hold back the class at all."
Liu Yue, who happened to get 564 points in the test, was accidentally slowed down: "..."
This fucking is playing him.
Ruan Tian didn't realize that he had unintentionally pierced a fragile boy's heart, but just patted Song Yan's shoulder distressedly: "I have wronged you."
Song Yan's tone was quite calm: "It's okay."
Ruan Tian: "Huh?"
Song Yan: "Director Liu said he would report and criticize the person responsible for the accident at the flag-raising ceremony."
As soon as the words fell, Liu Deqing just finished his impassioned opening speech. After ending with the sentence "I invite the representatives of the second-year high school students to come up to the stage to deliver a speech under the national flag", he handed the microphone to the host, and walked down the stage with arrogance.
There is no intention to make a report of criticism at all.
Everything is quiet for a while.
Those who stood nearby and heard the conversation between the two looked sideways at Liu Yue, with strange contempt in their eyes, mixed with a bit of sympathy for Song Yan—what an honest child, how could he be given such a favor by those in power who cheated for personal gain? cheated
It made Liu Yue feel like sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in his back, like a thorn in his throat.
But I can't say much.
After all, he would rather be watched by these few people than be criticized by the whole school.
I could only forcefully pretend that I didn't hear or see anything, and looked straight ahead at the bright and brilliant five-star red flag.
Under the red flag, Xia Zhiye had already walked onto the stage slowly, holding something similar to a speech script in his hand, but he didn't intend to read it, he folded it twice, stuffed it into his pocket, grabbed the pole microphone with his bare hands, and lazily After saying "Hello" a few times, a lazy and low voice came out from the radio.
"Everyone, teachers and students, good morning, everyone. I am Xia Zhiye from Class 1, Grade 2. The subject of my speech under the national flag that I bring to you today is my deskmate."
His deskmate: "?"
The oblique front desk of his deskmate: "??"
"What is Xia Zhiye doing? The topic of his speech is the new semester and new atmosphere. What is he going to do?" Ruan Tian was worried and anxious, and ran towards Liu Deqing, who was about to explode in place by the rostrum, on his heels. past.
Xia Zhiye continued unhurriedly amidst Liu Deqing's impotent rage.
"My deskmate, Song Yan, is a good student with both character and learning. He is not only handsome, but also kind-hearted, and very strong."
"On the first day he transferred to the No. 3 Middle School, he was seriously injured because he drew a knife to help when he saw injustice. On the second day, he was criticized for generously donating to a classmate from a difficult family."
"So far, I have been caught in the whirlpool of public opinion, and I have suffered huge physical and mental trauma."
Song Yan, who was physically and mentally injured in the audience, covered his face, thinking that he might as well die.
Liu Yue finally showed a little smile, although he didn't know what kind of crazy Xia Zhiye was going crazy, but as long as Song Yan was not happy, he was happy.
"However."
Xia Zhiye changed the topic.
"Student Song Yan is still actively preparing for the basic exam in this environment. Although his Chinese score was canceled due to the mistakes of the sports committee of the same class, he should be sad, angry and complaining about injustice. He still maintains his original intention and is neither arrogant nor rash. With an excellent posture, he scored 565 points in this exam, far ahead of Liu Yue, the outstanding student cadre representative of our class, by a full point."
Hold.
Liu Yue's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
The audience suddenly boiled.
The entire high school basically heard about the bet between Liu Yue and Song Yan, and also knew that Song Yan lost a Chinese score because Liu Yue reported cheating. He thought the outcome was decided, but he didn't expect the result. Damn so exciting.
Still the kind of excitement of notifying the whole school under the witness of the five-star red flag is simply awesome!
"Isn't this fucking more popular than blogging?"
"Damn it, he's handsome and rich, and his mother is a top student. Nuwa must have been playing tricks when she created him."
"Then did Song Yan cheat?"
"Nonsense, the brains of this kind of grades are eaten by dogs to cheat."
"No wonder Liu Deqing let him go so easily, is Liu Yue's false report?"
"But I heard that the cheat sheet was found out, what happened?"
"Haven't you heard that the first whistleblower is often the murderer himself?"
"Hey... why is Liu Yue acting like this?"
The smile Liu Yue showed just now has completely turned into a gnashing of teeth in embarrassment and anger, and he can't wait to dig a crack in the ground now.
Xia Zhiye on the rostrum is not over yet.
It seems that there is no intention to create a commotion in the audience, and those commotion discussions have nothing to do with him.
Just continue to speak in an unhurried and serious tone:
"Song Yan's excellent learning ability and spirit of learning made me remember the five things in my generation, and I was inspired. I had to be determined to work hard and strive to make progress."
"However, as far as I know, the first place in the joint examination of the five schools this time, except for the Chinese score, the score is only comparable to that of Song Yan, so because of the lack of order in the examination room of our school and the lack of the most basic trust among the students, To let such an excellent student of our school miss a great opportunity to win glory for the school is simply heartbreaking and full of grief and indignation."
"I think our amiable, respectable, fair and strict Director Liu should have something to say about such bad phenomena."
After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the rostrum.
The entire field of vision then focused.
Liu Deqing, who was angrily arguing with Ruan Tian, who was defending the students, froze stiffly: "..."
Embarrassed for a short time, when I realized it, I immediately slapped my forehead: "Ah, yes, yes, yes! I almost forgot if Xia Zhiye didn't tell me, I'm really old."
After finishing speaking, he walked up to the rostrum, took the microphone, and spoke sternly: "Because of the negligence and mistakes of Liu Yue, a classmate of Grade 2 Class 1, some students failed in this exam. I will severely condemn and criticize this. ! And hereby solemnly clarify that all the results of this test are true and valid! In the future, the school's monitoring facilities will be strengthened to resolutely prevent such things from happening again!"
Now the whole playground exploded.
Even Liu Deqing didn't help his own nephew anymore, it seems that Liu Yue is indeed to blame, Ren Song was tired of being wronged for a while, and was scolded by people who didn't know the truth for so long, it was really wronged up.
And if there is no problem with the Chinese score, he might be the first in the joint entrance examination of the five schools.
First!
How rare is it for the third middle school to be the first!
The chance to feel proud in front of the fifth and eleventh middle schools is gone!
Thinking of this, not only the students, but also some teachers feel that Song Yan is really a pity, and they are even more dissatisfied with Liu Yue, the culprit.
All kinds of words are unbearable.
Hearing Liu Yue's mentality burst, he turned around and wanted to leave.
Song Yan, who had lowered his head and pretended to be dead because he thought Xia Zhiye was too embarrassing, suddenly said, "Wait."
Liu Yue: "?"
Song Yan looked up: "Whoever lowers the score is the grandson. You said it."
Liu Yue: "..."
Fuck.
"Why, can't afford to lose?"
Song Yan sat up straight and leaned back in the chair.
There was no ups and downs in the tone, just like an extremely calm rhetorical question, not aggressive, and the volume was not loud, just enough for the students in the back row of two or three classes nearby to hear clearly.
The raging desires of the people who eat melons have almost roasted Liu Yue.
But there are still people who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal. They took the opportunity to boo.
"Brother Yue, don't you, you bet yourself, and you don't recognize it?"
"Don't be like this, man, man, dare to act."
"That's right, why don't you just call out in public that I'm a grandson, what's the matter, it's better than saying you can't afford to lose."
The best thing about Liu Yue is that man's face and vanity, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a fuss because of Song Yanmiao's face once, clenching his fists tightly, shouting or not.
After holding back for a long time, I choked out a sentence: "Isn't shouting here just looking for scolding? Do you think you can get away with it?"
"rest assured."
Song Yan took out his mobile phone, tapped his fingertips a few times, and heard two familiar voices.
— But I made a bet with Liu Yue about this exam, maybe some jokes will go too far, I hope Director Liu will not blame Liu Yue.
- what's the matter? The teacher is not an old fashioned thing, how can he scold you for this kind of thing? Don't worry, it's time to play, just don't disturb the class and study.
Clearly, clearly.
People have already kept such a hand to prevent problems before they happen.
People around who heard the recording worshiped.
Liu Yue's face turned red, green and then white.
The matter has come to this point, there is no way to retreat, so I can only save a face that is willing to gamble and admit defeat, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and spit out a sentence: "I am &"
Song Yan: Louder. "
Liu Yueren: "I am the grandson."
Song Yan: "Speak louder."
Liu Yue couldn't bear it anymore: "I am a grandson!
…
deafening.
Society died on the spot.
The teachers in other classes, who were pretending to be deaf and dumb, couldn't help but tilt their heads and look sideways, and pressed their hands down, signaling to keep a low profile, otherwise they would be overwhelmed.
It was only then that Liu Yue realized that he was too high up, his voice was out of control, blood rushed to his dark skin, and turned into overcooked pig's liver, he bit his back molars hard, and gouged out Song Yan.
However, he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything. He could only kick a stone hard and leave the scene angrily.
The melon-eaters who still wanted to discuss were also lightly reprimanded and stopped by the teachers in each class, leaving only a few whispers.
Song Yan wasn't interested in listening, but leaned against the back of the chair and looked up through the gaps in the line.
Just in time to see Xia Zhiye standing under the rostrum.
Liu Deqing was talking about something around him, gesticulating and talking red-faced, and seemed to be arguing fiercely, while Xia Zhiye was just standing there lazily, his whole person was righteous and careless.
Song Yan never thought that he would do something like this.
I never expected to have this effect in the end.
After all, this matter has been going on for so long, neither Tan Qing nor Song Minghai has made a phone call to ask a question. It is clear that he is fighting alone, and it is not bad to make Liu Yue lose ugly.
But I didn't expect that someone would go crazy with inertia, insisting on getting back Liu Deqing's ugliness for him.
And behind the man, the scorching sun was slowly rising.
The young man was tall and tall, magnanimous and meaningless, with a kind of eye-catching, arrogant and decent.
Song Yan suddenly felt much better.
This is one of the few times in his more than ten years of life when someone stood up for him.
From this point of view, it's not a loss for him to be a gang, at least he has a good tablemate.
Just thinking about it, the flag-raising ceremony has already progressed to the awarding session.
The host said in a straight voice: "Let us congratulate the winner of this Progress Award, Zhang Mianmian, a student from Class 1, Grade 2, and come forward to receive a Lifu Scholarship of 1,000 yuan!"
Song Yan clicked his tongue lightly.
Xiao Pang heard the sound and turned around: "What's the matter, brother Yan?"
Song Yan said casually: "It's nothing, I just think it's a pity that Xia Zhiye didn't get the progress award."
Xiaopang immediately frowned: "Brother Yan, what are you talking about?"
Song Yan didn't understand: "What what?""
"If you beat Master Xia to death, it's impossible for him to get the Progress Award."
"How to say?"
"This bastard is always the first in every exam, where is the room for improvement?"
"?"
"If you don't believe me, listen."
The host on the stage was impassioned: "Let us once again congratulate Xia Zhiye from Class 1, Grade 2 for winning the first place in this exam and the defending champion!"
"..."
There was thunderous applause and cheers all around.
Song Yan only felt that they were noisy.
Because the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and he is remembering his deskmate who is about to pass away in advance.