Brother Yuanhang on the side, skipped classmate Wen Ling, whose first kiss was stolen, and said, "Your luck is really bad."
After a while, An Wu pointed at his nose after realizing it: "Are you talking about me?"
"That's right." Xu Yuanhang said with a smirk, "Yesterday you didn't come, the teacher called and repeated your name on purpose. Hey, it's all the dumpling's fault."
He patted An Wujie's shoulder, thinking that he was extremely smart and told the truth.
An Wuyang thought so too, and suddenly muttered in annoyance: "Why is the teacher like this..."
Those dumplings are really not for being the monitor!
"Did you choose the monitor yesterday?" he asked quickly.
"Huh? Squad leader?" Xu Yuanhang was at a loss: "This is not there yet, the teacher said not to be in a hurry."
How can An Wuyi know that their head teacher is under a lot of pressure now, and his heart is very chaotic.
Just say yesterday... The class teacher's surname is Liu, and Lao Liu came to the class early to meet this year's classmates, and at the same time, he was thinking about the dumpling classmate.
During the roll call, I found that the other party skipped class, and I was disappointed.
The boy looked very good, but I didn't expect to be a solid man.
Immediately, the mood of the class selection cadres disappeared, and in the first class, he made jokes with the classmates, which was pure nonsense.
When Lao Liu returned to the office after class, he suddenly saw the principal sitting in his seat, so frightened that he lost his soul.
"Old Liu, I have something important to tell you." The principal held a list of their class in his hand and pointed it with his finger: "There is a classmate in your class named An Wuyang, did you notice it?"
All right
This name is familiar to old Liu Ke, and it was this classmate who disappointed him when he named him just now: "Hey, Principal, what's wrong with this classmate?"
The other party skipped class today, but such a small thing... shouldn't alarm the principal, right
"Don't you watch the news?" The principal said angrily, "The wedding of President Huo's a while ago caused a stir in the capital's media. The object of his marriage is An Wuyang in your class."
Speaking of which, Lao Liu was so shocked that his glasses were about to fall off. What else
"Mr. Huo called in person just now." The principal looked at Lao Liu: "Do you know what the call is for? He asked his partner for leave, and by the way, donated a batch of equipment worth millions to our school..."
What is this concept
"..." Lao Liu was already confused.
The headmaster leaned forward and said earnestly, "Old Liu, you are in your class now, so you have to make up your mind."
Now Lao Liu came back to his senses, and hurriedly agreed: "That's what it is, see what you said, am I the kind of person who has no sense?"
He understood what the principal meant.
"Well." The principal smiled and patted Lao Liu on the shoulder: "If you have time, communicate with Mr. Huo and let him visit our school."
Lao Liu thought to himself, you are too flattering for me... Hehe.
So the teachers in the whole school knew that there was a golden lump in Lao Liu's class, and the parents were very generous and donated a batch of equipment worth millions to the school.
After class, Lao Liu walked into the noisy classroom just now.
The students became quiet when they saw the teacher.
"Classmates, class is over! Call the name as usual today." Lao Liu said, holding the roster and starting to call one by one.
"Wen Ling."
"arrive."
The most handsome boy in the class was called, and all the girls in the class looked at him.
"Safe and sound." Lao Liu raised his head.
"Arrived." As a clear voice sounded, a hand was raised, and it was really different.
Old Liu smiled and said, "Student An, you asked for leave yesterday, are you alright?"
An Wuyi was just a little embarrassed at first, but after listening to the teacher's question, his face instantly became hot: "...It's alright, thank you teacher for your concern."
After calling the names, Lao Liu said, "Then let's choose the class cadres today, whoever wants to be the class leader can recommend himself, of course," his eyes swept across Zhang Qingshi's face: "You can also recommend other students. ."
Soon some girls shouted: "Teacher, I recommend Wen Ling!"
Wen Ling became the focus of the whole class, only to see his old god smiling on the ground without expressing his position.
Old Liu really liked this handsome person in his class, and at first glance it was the information of the cadre in charge: "Okay, classmate Wenling has one vote, is there anyone else?" He suddenly looked at An Wuyang: "Student An, what do you think? Don't want to be the class leader?"
An Wuyang looked surprised, and quickly shook his head: "Teacher, I don't want to be the monitor."
As a scumbag, he is too unfamiliar with the term class cadre, let alone class leader, he has never been a team leader.
"Alright then." Old Liu was quite disappointed.
There were too many people who voted for Wen Ling, and everyone seemed to think that he was the best choice for the squad leader.
An Wuyi thinks so too. After all, Wen Ling can see the aura of excellent academic performance everywhere.
"Teacher, I don't want to be the monitor either." Wen Ling raised his hand and pointed to brother Yuanhang behind him: "I recommend Xu Yuanhang to be the monitor."
The whole class was quiet.
Xu Yuanhang didn't even know that he was so capable in Wen Ling's mind.
"..." An Wuyang also looked at the next door in surprise.
Wen Ling raised his eyebrows at him: "What are you looking at, don't you want to be?" Then he continued to sit without a smile, waiting for this wave to pass.
Honestly, school is boring.
The mobile phone was in his pocket, but he couldn't take it out to play with Lao Liu's face.
The class continued to discuss heatedly who should be elected as the class cadre.
In the end, Xu Yuanhang was chosen as the monitor, and she was very happy.
"Haha, how about I invite you to have a late night snack?"
"I'm not free." Wen Ling said, not giving face at all.
Xu Yuanhang seemed to be used to it, and immediately turned his face to speak to An Wuyang: "Xiao An, what about you?"
"Huh?" An Wuyang looked embarrassed: "No, I have to go home early."
Xu Yuanhang found himself to go down the stairs: "Yes, I only went out the night before yesterday. Your family should be very strict, so let's go to another day."
To be classmates for four years, don't worry.
College life is completely different from high school.
Everyone will no longer focus on studying. Female classmates begin to pay attention to dressing themselves, while male classmates focus their attention on slender and curvy female classmates.
Others say that college is for dating.
Seeing the students who were about to move around, An Wuyang took it seriously.
As for himself, he is either wearing a hat or glasses, dressed in a low-key manner, and his figure is not prominent. Standing in a crowd is actually quite ordinary.
His act of delivering dumplings before the military training has gradually been forgotten by the girls in the class.
After all, sophomores and juniors also have many handsome and compelling seniors, and they don't have to stare at the boys in their class.
School club recruitment.
An Wuyang was interested in the English club early in the morning, and he casually asked Wen Ling, "Would you like to go shopping together?"
Wen Ling was quite surprised: "Do you want to join a club? What club?"
"English." An Wuyang took out an earphone and put it in his ear. Inside was the English recitation recorded by Huo Yunchuan for him: "What about you? Are you interested?"
Wen Ling didn't expect it to be in English: "Did you make a mistake..." He laughed and rubbed his forehead: "Seriously, if you want to learn English well, you don't need to join the school's English club."
First, the level of the students in the school is actually limited. The really powerful people are busy and will not have the time and energy to communicate with the rookies.
Second, most of the members of this society just want to pretend...
An Wuyang looked at him and thought about it too.
"Where to go then?" Apart from the English club, he didn't think about anything else.
"Tennis club." Wen Ling said.
The two hit it off and walked directly to the tennis club's site.
Before they went, they didn't know that the tennis club was a popular club in Shangda University, and it was not easy to get in.
It became popular for two reasons.
One, there are two ex-professional tennis players who have played international events here, and two, the most handsome sports guys in the school are concentrated here.
When Wen Ling appeared in front of the club officer who was in charge of the interview, the beauty muttered numbly, "Here comes another handsome guy..." Their club might not have been cursed.
Knowing that Wenling High School has played tennis for three years and has participated in competitions, the club officer hurriedly said, "Then fill out the form and go through the process."
It means accepted.
When it was An Wuhang's turn to interview, the officer asked, "Have you ever played tennis?"
The teenager with a white earphone plugged into one ear smiled and shook his head: "I haven't played before."
Officer: "Like playing tennis?"
An Wuyang replied: "I'm very interested, I want to try it out."
The secretary said unhappily: "Since there are too many students who want to join the tennis club, we will give priority to students who can play, and you don't seem to be particularly obsessed with tennis."
An Wuyi was not surprised that he was politely rejected: "Then... Wen Ling," he looked at the people around him: "You can participate by yourself, I'll go and see others."
The boy who was filling out the form put down his pen when he heard the words: "Then I won't go in either, let's go."
An Wuyang was stunned for a moment, very incomprehensible: "Hey...Aren't you..." Do you especially like to play tennis
The secretary dumbfoundedly watched the handsome guy fly away. He was very anxious, and said quickly, "You two are together? Then we can think about it again."
Wen Ling saw that there was a play, and smiled and picked up the pen and put it in An Wuyang: "Fill it in, tennis is very simple, and I will teach you to play when the time comes."
The secretary was dumbfounded again, this handsome guy is too shameless, right
But I can't hold back that they are really handsome, and I can't get angry at all.
An Wuyang joined the tennis club so confusedly.
The officer in charge of recruiting new recruits held his application form with a complicated mood: "I'll tell you about the things that need to be prepared, first of all, sportswear and rackets. Since your friend has played games, it's right to ask him about this."
"Okay, thank you." The young man, who had been listening to his husband's voice, was gentle and polite, and the smile on his lips never stopped.
"Then meet at the club at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon." The officer pointed to his glasses: "Also, glasses are not allowed at that time. If you are short-sighted, it is recommended to wear contact lenses for training."
"Oh, did you say glasses? Actually, I'm not short-sighted." Hearing this, An Wuyang stretched out his hand to take off his glasses, and by the way smoothed the slightly longer hair on his forehead, revealing his entire face.
The clerk looked at him with a grotesque expression: "..."
President, the club really has a curse!