Old Qin Ding's air ticket on December 26, which happens to be Saturday, the day after Christmas.
Since it was Saturday, there was no reason for Jianghuai to refuse to send the plane off. Using rubbish reasons like "I haven't finished my homework yet" to refuse such a beastly thing as sending my son off for the last time, Jianghuai still can't do much at the moment.
Wei Heping is also there.
They sent Lao Qin to the airport together.
There were no decent hotels in the airport, so Jianghuai invited Qin Yuhe and Wei Heping to find a noodle restaurant in the airport for the last dinner of the year.
The noodles were served, Jiang Huai was drinking water, Qin Yuhe didn't speak, and Wei Heping saw that the two were silent, so he didn't speak either.
There was a dead silence among the three of them.
Qin Yuhe bowed his head, absently stirring the noodles with chopsticks.
Jiang Huai finished drinking the water, held the plastic bottle, paused for a while, and asked, "Old Qin...how about you spend New Year's Day in China before going back?"
Old Qin raised his eyes suddenly.
Jiang Huai said slowly: "It's the end of December, and it's not bad for a few days. As far as your grades are concerned, it doesn't make much difference if you make up two days of classes more or two days less... If you don't come back for the Spring Festival, New Year's Day will be over. Let’s live in China, what do you think?”
"I think you're right." Old Qin said.
"I'll give in" Jiang Huai: "...?"
So they were sent off on Saturday, and after Qin Yuhe's ticket was rebooked until New Year's Day, Jiang Huaibai invited the two of them to eat noodles at the airport to finish.
When taking a taxi home, Jiang Huai thought about it carefully, and suspected that Qin Yuhe was just asking him to cheat for food and drink.
Qin Yuhe did this kind of shit.
The cold wave in the north came early this year, and the weather forecast was rarely accurate. By the end of December, there was a lot of snow on Wednesday. The snow began to fall in the early morning self-study, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Lao Lin had entered the door, and the class was still in a commotion. They gathered around the window and opened their mouths wide: "Wow, it's snowing!"
Lao Lin closed the front door, went to the podium and patted the table: "What time is it! Haven't started the morning self-study yet? How old are the children, and they are not children in the first and second grades of elementary school. What's so special about snowing?" of!"
The class gradually quieted down, and those who huddled by the window reluctantly returned to their seats.
Lao Lin leaned on the podium and cleared his throat: "Calm down, let's have a small class meeting... First of all, everyone should know the schedule of this year's New Year's Day holiday. From the 1st to the 3rd, Friday to Sunday, there are three days in total. Days off... Besides, according to school practice, tomorrow is the last day of this year, and we have a New Year's Eve party."
He handed Xu Wenyang a stack of notices for the New Year's Day holiday, indicating to send it on: "The New Year's Day party is organized by class, and we plan to hold it ourselves...Everyone, watch the show and play games. It will start at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon after school. Xu Wenyang, you class committees, put these things in place, what facilities are lacking, should be borrowed, what decorations are lacking, should be bought, and the expenses will be paid from the class fees... "
Lao Lin has been talking about signing up for the New Year's Day program since last week.
Registration is free.
So JAC did not report. He has no strengths, can't sing or dance, and has no artistic expertise.
Jiang Huai propped his head up, listening drowsily to Lao Lin's speech, aloof from the world.
Xu Wenyang went over to pick up the note, he hesitated for a moment: "Teacher... Tomorrow's New Year's Day meeting, purchases, borrowing facilities, etc. are all arranged, that's..."
Lin Fei: "What's wrong?"
"It's just that the programs may not be enough." Xu Wenyang said: "I started counting last week, but up to now, there are only four programs reported in the class."
"Only four?"
Xu Wenyang: "Yes."
Lin Fei frowned, and walked across the stage: "There are not enough programs for the New Year's Day party. Are there any students who take the initiative to sign up?"
Everyone was silent.
Not even the sound of moving tables, chairs and benches. Math classes are not as disciplined as they are now.
Lao Lin was silent.
He waited for two minutes, and no one stood up actively. "Is there no one? No one volunteered to sign up?"
no one.
"Okay." Lao Lin nodded: "Our class has a total of forty-three people and eleven groups. Regardless of whether you have reported before, each group will prepare a program for me. Groups can also cooperate, but each group There must be someone on the program... Tomorrow afternoon, there will be at least ten programs on New Year's Day, and no less than one, the class committee will supervise and implement it, and give me the list of programs before the first class this morning."
Jianghuai half asleep and half awake: "?"
Before the self-study bell rang to end the get out of class, Xu Wenyang took a piece of paper and counted from the first group to the last group... The last group, group members: Bo Jian, Jiang Huai, Zhao Tianqing.
Xu Wenyang stopped at Jianghuai's table: "Your team," he looked up, stunned, "Where's Zhao Tianqing?"
Jiang Huai: "Go to the physical training."
"What about the chairman?"
Jianghuai: "I went to a meeting."
Xu Wenyang: "..."
In the eleventh group, there is only one seedling in Jianghuai.
Xu Wenyang had a complicated expression: "Then what program is your group planning to submit?"
Jiang Huai was in a complicated mood: "Can we wait until they come back?"
Xu Wenyang: "Old Lin told me to hand in the program list for self-study in the morning."
Jiang Huai was quiet.
After a while, he asked, "Then I'm alone, what can I do? Stand-up comedy?"
"You will?" Xu Wenyang asked.
Jianghuai: "No."
Xu Wenyang: "..."
He put the counted list on the Jianghuai table and counted, hesitated: "Actually, the first ten groups have signed up for the program, and there are already ten... But Lao Lin asked every group to participate, how about you Sign up first, and I will make a note for you to obey other teams' transfers?"
Jiang Huai was extremely vigilant, and glanced at the program list: "What programs do other groups have?"
"Programs like instrumental solo will definitely not adjust you," Xu Wenyang scratched his head, "I guess there will be some kind of scene interpretation by then."
The words were upside down, but Jiang Huai didn't see clearly.
But as long as it is not a hard-core technical program, JAC doesn't care about anything else.
He frowned and leaned towards the edge of the back table: "Okay, then whatever... Let me know when you have adjusted."
Stand up at the critical moment when your teammates are unreliable, sacrifice yourself, and achieve yourself... This is probably the last fate of every strong man.
The strong man verbally promised to "obey the adjustment" and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhao Tianqing didn't come back for the first math class, and Bo Jian didn't come back until halfway through the first class.
Jiang Huai glanced at him sideways, and threw a small ball of paper behind him.
"Registration is mandatory for the New Year's Day program. I will register for you first. Do you have any special skills? Push me down."
Within a few seconds, there was a slight sound of tearing paper, and the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper.
Jiang Huai was touched on the back shoulder.
He passed his hand underneath, and with one hand he brought over a neatly folded piece of paper.
He unfolds.
Two concise and powerful words:
"No."
day.
"Jingle jingle—"
get out of class has ended.
Jiang Huai turned his head and stared at Chairman Bo with a half-smile: "You have never learned any art skills since you were a child?"
Bo Jianlong's fingers tapped lightly on the small ball of paper that Jiang Huai threw back: "I have learned the piano, but I can't move it." He smiled hypocritically: "I also learned Go, painting, chess... You want me to act which one?"
JAC: "..."
Chairman Bo seemed in a good mood: "What program did you sign up for?"
"I can tell the fart," Jiang Huai lifted his lips, "obey the adjustment, and just participate in any other group's program at that time."
"Oh." Bo Jian became thoughtful.
Coincidentally, after class, Xu Wenyang came over again with a paper.
Xu Wenyang looked uncomfortable and called out "Jianghuai".
Jiang Huai turned his head and asked casually, "Is it arranged?"
"Well, it's been arranged, that's it," Xu Wenyang hesitated, "I just came to ask for your opinion."
Jiang Huai suddenly had a bad feeling. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where did you arrange me?"
"... dance, dance, dance, is that acceptable to you?"
Jianghuai: "?"
Didn't we agree on the scene skit
"What dance?" he asked.
"Two-dimensional dance." Xu Wenyang said.
Jianghuai: "??"
Having said all this, Xu Wenyang simply broke the jar and said, "The skit is full. If your group doesn't have an independent program, you can only line up for this dance show. Besides you, there are three other girls together." .”
Jianghuai: "??"
"The three girls are in a group, so they are going to change clothes tomorrow, and they will wear skirts..."
Jianghuai: "???"
Xu Wenyang looked at Jianghuai's face on the brink of explosion, and quickly speeded up his speech: "But I shouldn't force you to wear a skirt, so you don't have to worry. If you participate, just dance with them."
Jiang Huai was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Can I choose not to participate?"
Xu Wenyang showed embarrassment: "Just after class, the program list was taken away by Lao Lin."
JAC: "..."
"If you want to quit, you have to go to Lao Lin alone," Xu Wenyang glanced at the chairman behind him, "and you have to discuss with the chairman to make another show."
JAC: "..."
Hold.
He and Bo Jian are so aggressive, playing Go
Chairman Bo lived peacefully by himself. He turned over a few pages of the book, raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Squad leader, can you send me a copy of the original video of Jianghuai's dance? I also want to watch it in advance."
Jiang Huai turned his head: "??"
"When the fuck did I say I was going to dance??" he asked.
Bo Jian lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Jiang Huai, I want to see you dance."
Jiang Huai showed no expression: "But I don't want to."
"Jump and show me, okay?"
"I feel bad."
At noon today, several Alpha buddies from the senior department had a dinner party, not only from the second class, Wei Heping had a wide network of contacts, and several brothers asked him to invite Jiang Huai to join him.
Wei Heping readily agreed.
Help me up wave: Brother Huai, some Alpha treats at noon, are you coming
The real powerhouse: no.
Help me up waves: why? Are you dating someone else
Wei Heping thought to himself, if Jianghuai made an appointment with the chairman, then forget it.
After a few minutes, Jiang Huai finally replied a few words cherishing the words like gold.
"Dancing practice. No time."
Wei Heping: "?"
Bo Jian still stayed in the classroom. Just after school, Jiang Huai was dragged away by those girls.
He got up, sat in Jianghuai's seat, and flipped through the test papers and exercise books on Jianghuai's desk. Jianghuai's handwriting is ugly, and when he writes curly noodles, it is all messed up.
After a while, he took out his phone.
BJ: Are you practicing dance
No one answered.
Bo Jian slowly lay down on the Jianghuai desk, the classroom was empty, and he was left alone. He also wanted to wait for Jiang Huai to come back.
One minute, five minutes, ten minutes.
The phone trembled slightly.
The real strong man: Bo Jian, I hate your mother.
This was Jiang Huai's only thought after watching the original dance video for the first time in the east building health room.
Bo gradually bent his lips, raised his head from the desk, and sent a message: "Where are you now?"
The real strong: East Building Health Room.
Within a few seconds, the "true strong man" withdrew a message.
Real Strong: Don't fuck me if you don't want to fight.
Bo Jian slightly raised his eyebrows, put away his phone, got up and left the back door of the classroom.
There are four health care rooms in the east building.
When Bo Jian walked up from the health care room on the first floor to the fourth floor without haste, he caught a glimpse of the door of the health care room ajar. After school at noon, there were even fewer people in the East Building, which was originally a small place.
Snow was still falling outside the window, and the corridor was silent.
Bo Jian walked over and gently opened the door.
He and Jiang Huai who raised his eyes suddenly met their eyes.
There are no other girls in the health room, only Jiang Huai.
The jacket was laid casually on the podium, the curtains were drawn tightly, Jiang Huai sat on the podium, two or three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, a black bell collar was tied around his neck, and the hair rope was temporarily pulled down.
He raised his hands, frowned, and was about to put a white fluffy rabbit ear headband on his head.
For a few seconds, the two sides were silent.
Jiang Huai's rabbit ear headband fell off, and his throat was astringent: "Your mother, you go out."
The author has something to say: Chairman: No.