Wen Liang had just returned to school and hadn't even sat down when Zhang Yihan urgently called him over. In the principal's office, Zhang Yihan asked Wen Liang to sit down and said in a friendly manner, "Are you done with your work?"
Wen Liang corrected his attitude and immediately reflected on himself, saying, "Principal Zhang, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left in the middle of the class. It was just that something unexpected happened at the time and I had to do this. I've caused you trouble again."
"Who doesn't have urgent matters? I approved your leave. If anyone is not satisfied, let them talk to me!" Zhang Yihan waved his hand and smiled, "Let's not talk about this. I called you here this time to ask for your opinion. As for the position of Student Union President, the school is still planning to let you take the position."
Wen Liang was surprised and said, "Ah, didn't they choose anyone that day?" He had been away for four days. Normally, the school should have announced the candidate within two days at most, but this time it took so long.
"The other students have their own strengths, and they are all excellent, but none of them can make the teachers unanimous. I think among the students in this class, whether in terms of academic performance or personal qualities, you are the only one who can convince the others. How about it, are you interested in helping the school do some management work?"
Wen Liang realized that this was forcing someone to do something he didn't like, so he quickly declined, "Principal, you know me. I'm a lazy person. I can't even manage myself, let alone others..."
Zhang Yihan interrupted him with a smile and said, "Being too modest is a sign of pride. You should have confidence in yourself. Also, don't worry about it taking up your usual study time. The Student Union is mainly a bridge of communication between the school and students, and there won't be too much trivial work. Let's put it this way. If you encounter any difficulties in your work, you can skip the teaching department and report to me directly..."
Zhang Yihan spoke in a refined and elegant manner, with a moderate pace and a voice that was neither too high nor too low. He spoke in a gentle and soft voice, which was very appealing. With his gentle eloquence, he couldn't even find a time to interrupt. I was so annoyed by the end that I finally waited until he raised his glass to drink water. He said with the most sincere expression in his life, "I am mainly afraid that I am not capable enough. I don't want to mess things up and make you angry. I don't know how to deal with me!"
"If you don't try, how do you know you can't do it? As for the punishment, you don't have to worry about it. After all, I recommended you. If you really mess up, I can just take back your pass."
Starting this year, No. 1 Middle School has implemented military management. Without an entry pass, Wen Liang can't even go out of the main gate. An old fox is an old fox. Just a few words have directly hit his weak spot!
Wen Liang made a bitter face, thinking whether he should act cute and let Zhang Yihan let him go. But Zhang Yihan didn't give him a chance to struggle again, and said with a smile: "Then it's settled, you go back to class first, and Director Hua will announce the news later."
After the second get out of class, all the students gathered in the playground to do the break exercises. When the last class was over, Hua Xique appeared on the rostrum and announced the new candidate for the president of the Student Union of Qingyi Middle School. When Wen Liang's name was heard through the loudspeaker throughout the playground, he, standing in the queue of Class 6, immediately became the focus of all eyes around him.
Some were surprised, some sneered, some were happy, some were envious, and some were confused. After a brief silence, warm applause broke out in the playground.
This is nothing strange. Although Wen Liang offended some people, he also made many friends. More people just follow the crowd. If you cheer, I cheer too. If you applaud, I applaud too. As for who the object of the cheering and applauding is, they don’t actually care.
A classmate standing behind Wen Liang patted him on the shoulder and congratulated him sincerely: "Class monitor, you are awesome!"
Wen Liang knew his own suffering, and thanked him with a smile: "It was just luck, just luck!"
Others followed suit and shouted, "Squad leader, you have to take care of Class 6 from now on."
"Yes, monitor, we'll catch those who skipped exercises during recess, those who slept in the afternoon, and those who smoked and drank. Can you turn a blind eye to the brothers in Class 6?"
"You are ignorant. Aren't you embarrassing the monitor? I think it would be better if you could inform us in advance if there is an inspection, hehe!"
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
Wen Liang smiled but said nothing. Some of them were speaking from their true feelings, while others were deliberately trying to pressure him. If he really agreed to them on the spot, everything he did in the future would be wrong.
Hua Xique held his hands, signaling the audience to keep quiet, and said, "Next, please invite Wen Liang to come up to the stage and give a speech!"
Wen Liang had not expected this to happen, and Hua Xique had not told him in advance, so he did not know whether it was a sudden idea or he had forgotten to tell him. However, for him, this little scene made no difference whether he was prepared or not. He walked out of the queue and then walked onto the stage under the attention of everyone.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wen Liang. Maybe some of you know me, but maybe some of you don't. I guess most of you don't know me, because I'm not that handsome. When I walked onto the stage just now, I just looked around and found that the first person in the seventh row of Class 2, Grade 2, the second person in the sixth row of Class 4, and the third person in the fifth row of Class 9, Grade 10 all looked like celebrities."
There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and many people turned their heads to look for the three people mentioned by Wen Liang. Some who were far away even jumped up. Hua Xi Que hated it most when someone was talking on the stage, and the audience was in a mess. However, after looking at Wen Liang, he wisely decided to shut up!
"Of course, appearance is something given by our parents and determined by our DNA. It has nothing to do with us. But is beauty the only beauty? I don't think so. If a person is knowledgeable, humorous, and approachable, isn't that beautiful? If a person is positive, hardworking, happy, and sunny, isn't that beautiful? So, for us high school students, what is true beauty? I'll borrow a line from a poem: A person with knowledge and books in his belly is naturally elegant! As long as you sleep less in class, be less lazy after class, and do the right thing at the right time, when others point at you, they will praise you like this: Look, Qingyi Middle School, it's really a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery."
The audience fell into an unspeakable silence. Some people did not react for a moment, because no one had ever explained things to them in such a humorous way. Many people tilted their heads, thinking seriously about Wen Liang's words.
Wen Liang didn't take it seriously, smiled slightly, and said, "Secondly, I'm not that tall. There's no need to name them. The students standing in the last row of each class are much taller than me. What? A girl in the row in front of me asked, what's good about being tall? Of course being tall is good. Let me quote another poem: When it rains, it can cover your head. When it's hot, it can be like a tree without sweating. When you're idle, you look like you're taking up a lot of space. When you're busy, you can work like an ox."
As soon as this poem came out, the silence was immediately broken, and the crowd burst into laughter again, which was countless times louder. Especially the tall ones standing at the back of the class laughed the loudest.
"It's all written into a poem. How about you give me a high one?" Wen Liang continued, "But other students don't have to worry. We are all still in the growth period. As long as we pay attention to the combination of work and rest, do more exercise after studying, and don't skip too many morning exercises and break exercises. If we have youthful health at a young age, we will amaze others in the future: Look, the students of No. 1 Middle School are really handsome!"
The students smiled knowingly and clapped spontaneously. In the 1990s, high school students didn't have to think about music and art. If it weren't for the physical education exam in the third year of high school, even the two physical education classes a week might be cancelled. Even with such a small number of class hours, they would occasionally use it for self-study. Therefore, many students couldn't stand the heavy study pressure in the third year of high school and would fall ill at any time!
"Thirdly, my academic performance is not that good. I don't know much about my classmates in the first and third year of high school, but there are two classmates in our second year who always make me hate them. One is called Ji Xiaoling and the other is called Cheng Haijun. Every time I take an exam, I have to go to the No. 3 restaurant to grab fried noodles, otherwise I will be left far behind by them. To be honest, that kind of pressure of either you or I is really not pleasant."
The fried noodles at No. 3 Restaurant are very authentic, and every noon is the hardest hit area for stampedes. Wen Liang used this metaphor, which is not only vivid, but also closer to everyone's life. And it turns out that criticizing the academic master is the easiest to resonate with, so he won warm applause that lasted for more than a minute.
Wen Liang stood quietly with a smile on his face. He waited for the applause to gradually die down before continuing, "But there is a poem that says..."
Because the last poem was so impressive, this time it was interrupted by crazy laughter right after it started. Wen Liang also smiled and said, "The poem says that heavy snow presses down on the green pine, but the green pine stands tall and straight. It means that there is motivation only when there is pressure. If it weren't for Ji Xiaoling and Cheng Haijun, I would probably relax and be complacent. But every time I want to relax, the faces of these two people will turn back and forth in front of my eyes, making me dare not be careless or take it lightly. So I think that if a person wants to achieve something, he must have a goal, a plan, and the determination to move towards the goal according to the plan. Those with ambition have long-term goals, and those without ambition have long-term goals. As long as you have lofty ambitions, our No. 1 Middle School is such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!"
"After saying so much, some people may be about to fall asleep, so I will briefly summarize and give three words to No. 1 Middle School: outstanding people, magnificent and imposing, and crouching tigers and hidden dragons! I will give you three sentences: do the right thing at the right time, have the health of youth at a young age, and aim high! Thank you all!"
Wen Liang took two steps forward, put his feet together, lowered his head, bent his waist 90 degrees, and bowed deeply. In the large playground with 2,000 to 3,000 people, from the left to the right, from the front to the back, everyone applauded, and every applause was full of strength and passion.
Easy to understand and instructive, only a speech that touches people's hearts can get such a touching response!
Outside the railing, Zhang Yihan said to Ye Yuting beside him: "Teacher Ye, what do you think? I told you that if he becomes the president of the Student Union, he will definitely be the most influential person in the history of No. 1 Middle School!"
Ye Yuting smiled, but her eyes had already drifted to the boy on the stage who was at the center of the halo but still calm and composed.
How can his world be compared to a small one? (To be continued)