On the first day when Qianmai returned to school, she faced Nan Weiwei's life-threatening serial blackmail, and Liu Feipeng was also unavoidable.
"Bring me a birthday gift." Nan Weiwei sat on her side, spread her hands out, stretched out her left hand to Liu Feipeng, and her right hand to Qianmai.
"How do you say, you have to take some leftovers from the birthday banquet and entertain us coldly?" Liu Feipeng bargained, read a book for a while, and did his homework for a while, but didn't take a birthday gift.
Nan Weiwei lost her patience, and slapped her hands down, shaking their desks three times.
"Is the city gate on fire?" Qian Maimai looked at Liu Feipeng blankly.
"NO, the princess's head is blue smoke." Liu Feipeng was shaking like sifting, a look of fear that was undecided.
"Yeah! You two have no conscience, even if I don't come to my birthday party, I'm still playing a cross talk for me now." Nan Weiwei couldn't take care of the lady image that she usually maintains, and was completely furious.
Finally, one minute before she decided to punch her, Qian Mai and Liu Feipeng Shi Shiran got up and walked to their respective lockers at the back of the classroom. When they came back, both of them held a large dark plastic bag in their hands, which was tightly covered and could not see what was inside.
Without waiting for the two to exchange greetings and blessings, Nan Weiwei quickly grabbed the past one after another, so she took down the present.
The moment the dark blue plaid plastic bag fell off, there was a sound of praise around him.
This is a triangular rotating crystal glass bottle with simple and elegant lines. Two clusters of fruits with branches and leaves are fixed in the bottle. Looking closer, it turned out to be yellow oranges, and small and exquisite red wild persimmons with a little green. Red and yellow, and dark green orange leaves compete to reflect each other. On the bottom of the bottle is a self-made pink pig-shaped card with the book "Wan Peri Ju Xiang".
"Wow, Weiwei, your former (7) classmates have a very good relationship." Xiao Adai looked very envious.
"Don't be deceived. She was reluctant to spend money, so she just went to the mountains to fold some fruits, leaves and leaves." Nan Weiwei's eyes were bright, but her mouth was hard, and she couldn't wait to open the second gift.
Similarly, when the black striped plastic bag fell off, whispering interrogatives sounded around. This time, what was exposed in front of everyone was a half-meter-high Lagerstroemia root carving, with its strong roots and green branches and leaves, like a swan spreading its wings.
"Liu Feipeng, is this a swan?" Nan Weiwei asked reluctantly, rubbing back and forth, pointing to a long and slender tree root, which looked like an animal's smooth neck.
"No, this is a female duck." Liu Feipeng smiled gently, and the sun was shining outside.
Nan Weiwei’s green head began to smoke again, her apricot eyes stared, and she couldn’t wait to express her strong indignation and contempt with murderous eyes: "I was going to invite you to Western food, but now it seems that I will give you some roasts later. The mother duck will do."
Liu Feipeng grinned and didn't care at all. Instead, he asked the hidden wheat who was immersed in the "English-Chinese Dictionary": "Did you make that yourself? How did the leaves deal with it?"
Qianmai said softly, as if remembering something, she quickly said to Nan Weiwei: "Weiwei, the glass bottle mouth, you should try not to open it. The fruit inside must not be eaten. It has been specially treated with antiseptic potion. of."
Nan Weiwei agreed casually, still watching the two gifts, and whispering with Xiao Adai, unaware of the envy of the people around her. This feeling of being sincerely blessed by friends is not so good...
Qian Mai was stumped by an English phrase, turned around holding "Gone with the Wind", and put it on Peng Chen's desk. There were no piles of books on the empty desk, and it was very convenient for the two to communicate.
"Peng Chen, what does this mean?"
Peng Chen answered the question, with a pair of pool-like clear eyes shining brightly: "Qianmai, Liu Feipeng. I am on the ninth birthday of the first month of the next year. Remember to come."
"What?" Both Liu and Qian thought they had heard it wrong.
"I'm inviting you to my birthday party." Peng Chen didn't mind repeating it again.
Liu and Qian dripped a drop of cold sweat: "It's too early, right?"
"It's getting late. You start now, and you can prepare gifts slowly."
Liu and Qian are incredibly petrified. Are there such arrogant people asking for birthday gifts? Liu Feipeng faintly put his hand on Peng Chen's forehead: "You have a fever?"
On Wednesday night, in the third self-study class, Gu Yawei walked into the classroom with a stack of white paper under his arm. Reflexively, the classroom was filled with grief instantly.
"Don't worry, everyone. I'm not here to rush to study with you later." Gu Yawei hurriedly stated his position. The classmates said in unison, Qi Qi let out a sigh of relief. This made him laugh and laugh. Is it necessary to react so strongly
"Come here tonight, there are three things I want to tell everyone." Gu Yawei is straightforward.
"First, there is a provincial English knowledge contest that will be held after New Year's Day. It was just decided at the meeting that the first selection of our school will be held during the self-study time next Monday evening. Students who are interested in participating, please sign up immediately."
There was a lot of discussion in the classroom, and everyone started to adjust their own schedule and time.
"Secondly, in mid-November, our school will hold a sports meet. This will be your last time in your junior high school to participate in a large-scale group event. So, boys, get your best out and sign up for it."
The pot immediately broke open in the classroom, and a crowd of boys were eager to move.
"Great, I finally have a chance to relax my muscles and bones..."
"I want to call the guys in class (3) good-looking, they actually call us'Bai Zhan Ji'..."
"Great, I want to strive for three consecutive, a beautiful Ending..."...
Looking at the energetic and full-fledged bloody disciple, Gu Yawei smiled with satisfaction: "We will wait until the next class meeting for the school sports meeting to be concretely implemented. My request is that our third grade (10) class not only has to study I’m going to be a fully developed big brother. Since I want to play, I have to play the best. The next month of morning self-study will let you train. I won the award and I will give you great credit. "
"YEAH!" The cheers in the classroom were thunderous and could not be subdued for a long time.
Finally, Gu Yawei waved his hand to calm down the students and began to talk about the third important point of the evening.
"Third, students must be careful, the'Yellow-Mouse-Wolf' is coming."
Gu Yawei was shocked and frustrated, but the students were baffled.
"Don't understand? The weasel is going to talk about you." Gu Yawei emphasized his tone and said.
There was a chuckle underneath. Shen Zhou was the first to protest: "Die Gu, you are the chicken to be talked about."
Gu Yawei didn’t care about his lover’s offense, but casually joked about himself: “I want to be babbled, but now I’m so old and worthless. How can you guys be so sweet and delicious... I received a notice today, At the end of December, a key high school in Hangzhou and Huayang Middle School will come to our school to hold an enrollment briefing. To put it bluntly, they are here to grab people, and they are specifically for our Olympiad."
"This year's "Weasel" came very early."
The students were happily happily, some even muttered, "Let the weasels come more and more ferocious."
"However, don’t worry, everyone. You are the key protection target, and the school will do its best to protect you. No, today’s meeting, the principal is in a hurry and asked me to send you a guarantee letter for the promotion to the middle. This is us. The honor of the class, other classes are absolutely not honored."
Gu Yawei breathed a sigh of relief with a look, and motioned to the study committee member to send the pass book.
At this time, the classmates can't afford to make noise anymore, the pages are flying, everyone is sitting on their own, or whispering to each other, or waiting intently for the arrival of their own delivery book.
After waiting for a copy of the certificate, Gu Yawei leisurely leaned against the podium and began to explain: "This certificate is nothing more than two cases. Sign or not. With the stroke of a big pen, congratulations. From today You will be very relaxed at the beginning. It doesn’t matter if you don’t sign. Classmates are young, full of energy, and naturally reluctant to stay in Jintian. If you want to give it a try, if you want to give it a try, our school is very supportive. It doesn’t matter if you lose the score. The admission criteria of No. 1 Middle School will still be open and the school will show compassion to take you in. It’s absolutely not the case that you used to "get out of the wall" ha..."
The metaphor of the image is like a spring breeze, blowing the stagnant atmosphere in the classroom in twos and threes, and the students seem to have resumed the usual chattering and chatting.
"Of course, given the special circumstances of Jintian, some of you are born with passports. After graduation, there will definitely be people going to a foreign country. Today there are two situations to be counted. One is for students who go abroad and do not take the high school entrance examination. Come to my office to register before noon tomorrow. Before that, don’t yell around and disturb the military's morale. Second, students who have decided to study abroad and will take the high school entrance examination, please raise your hand now."
At first, the students hesitated a little, but soon their hands were raised straight again. Qian Mai looked around sideways, and there were lots of white and tender hands. At last, Nan Weiwei also slowly raised her hand, and F3 was also on the list.
Liu Feipeng's astonishment was completely shown on his face when he raised his hand at the person next to him. Seeing Qian Mai turned around, he couldn't help whispering: "In the future, we will depend on each other."
Qianmai smiled instead of answering, and gave him the most charming smile ever. His face was flying, like a cherry blossom, as if the whole person was bordered by the sun...
"1, 2, 3, 4, ... 25, 26, 27."
While counting, Gu Yawei checked the "Rolling Register" as a mark. A sourness surged in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled, and he cleared his throat and said, "Sad, our teacher is exhausted and exhausted. This is not all for the barbarians. In the future, if I take over the first year of the first year, I will definitely cultivate their patriotism since childhood."
There was another sparse laugh below, not loud and short, more like a polite perfunctory.
"As a class teacher, I don't know whether I should be happy for your ambitions or worry about the rate of entering the college entrance examination in No. 1 Middle School. In short, whether it is Fanbang or Wolf's Nest, if you have a goal, please give it to your students. Horsepower rushes forward. Since you do not intend to stay in the high school and continue to win glory for the school. Then, please concentrate on the blooming season and the rainy season at one time and leave the best impression on your alma mater No. 1 Middle School. Next June, we The absolute victory score in the senior high school entrance examination is to repay the nurturing grace of his alma mater. How about it?"
"Okay... OK..." The waves of one after another alarmed the teacher's office next door, and many teachers came to inquire about the situation.
"As an individual, I am sincerely happy for my classmates... When I was assigned to the Normal University, they were clearly in the same class. One of my classmates was assigned to the high school section, but I was assigned to the middle school section. Once I was young, I I am also very depressed and irritable... Now, I can finally say: The students I teach are truly No. 1. The first place in your high school is my student, and it is their turn... "
Gu Yawei's cheeks flushed tonight, and he talked a lot, some were incoherent, and some words were inconsistent. Even arrogant and self-confident to the point of bubbling, there is a big meaning of "I am a madman in Chu" in every gesture. However, Qianmai was as deeply impressed by him as when he first met him, and I am extremely grateful for having such a straightforward class teacher in middle school.
At the end of the self-study class, I watched Gu Yawei's back view away.
Shen Zhou said: "I will use the high school entrance examination results to make old Gu feel wronged."
Zhu Shoubin said: "I will use the senior high school entrance examination results to make old Gu Yaowu prosperous."
Peng Chen said: "I will use the senior high school entrance examination results to make Lao Gu Xianyu stand up."
This evening, despite Gu Yawei’s gag and the classmates behaved easily, the atmosphere of the third grade (10) class was undoubtedly stagnant and sad. With the arrival of the "Weasel", everyone realizes in advance that we will be separated from each other before long. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)