When he arrived at the door of the classroom, he walked up to the podium with his hands behind his back.
He coughed seriously.
"Cough! Well, I have something very important to tell you."
The noisy classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Wang Zhongyun curiously.
The old team leader, who has never been in tune, has a serious expression on his face. What is he going to say
Could it be bad news
As soon as this idea came into being, Wang Zhongyun slammed the table with a 'bang', which startled everyone.
"Hahaha! Everyone did a great job this time! Excellent! So excellent! We won first or second place in the top three! Facts have proved that we are no worse than their first class!"
Feel elated, shame on you!
After being ridiculed by Chang Qing's yin and yang for more than two years, Wang Zhongyun endured it.
Now, every pore of his body is full of comfort.
Even the waist is straight, which is called a spring breeze.
Everyone was taken aback by him, and rolled their eyes after hearing what he said.
Speechless: "That's it?"
"We already knew that, okay?"
"With Yaoyao here, how could we lose!"
"Tch, just a bunch of nerds? I'll punch ten of them!"
"Ahem..." Wang Zhongyun twitched the corners of his mouth and calmed down a bit, "Well, beating people is wrong... But I allow you to beat them with your grades! Don't give me face!"
Everyone asked with question marks on their faces, and slandered in their hearts: Excuse me, do you have such a thing as face
This New Year's Day performance directly made Class 3, Grade 3, which was already in the limelight, the most popular class in the whole school. It has reached the point where everyone knows it, especially Song Yaoyao.
"Tut—"
Tang Xinrou looked joyfully at the desks that were filled again after going out for a while. She squeezed Song Yaoyao's small face, "Who gave us this time, Yaoyao, the present? Oh, and the love letter?"
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and tore off Tang Xinrou's troublesome hands.
"Don't move."
An Feiran was writing a question just now, a smile flashed in his eyes when he saw this, he pushed his glasses and walked over.
"Still the same?" His voice was gentle, and his delicate and clean demeanor was not at all feminine.
Shen Xun bit the lollipop and sneered, "Don't you just throw it in the trash can? There are so many things, why don't I take someone to clean them up one by one. I'm annoyed by people like you who do things like a bitch."
An Feiran smiled shyly, "This is not good."
Then I called a few classmates to help, and took all the gifts to the door.
Past students have become accustomed to it.
I saw a table at the door of Class 3, and there were piles of gift boxes on it, including food, play and so on. Because the table cannot be piled up, it can only be piled under the table.
Class 3 has already announced that they will not accept gifts. These things are placed here, and whoever owns them will take them away.
It's a pity that An Feiran's approach was too gentle. After a long time, it had no effect at all. Instead, it attracted more and more people.
Now everyone's impression of Class 3 is that it is no longer a scumbag class.
Everyone knows that this group of rich second generations are really outstanding and dazzling when they work hard.
Moreover, most of them are not bad looking, they can be called the most handsome in all classes!
Therefore, whenever get out of class is over, more and more people come to watch.
"Oh shit… "
Shen Xun stared at the slender back of the little girl in front of her. She wrote the paper seriously and was not affected by the outside things at all.