Morning self-study.
The sound of reading was pleasant to the ears. Xue Yuantong was reciting English. Jiang Ning had just taken a pill and was reading a classical Chinese text while refining the medicinal power.
At this time, Jiang Ning's consciousness sensed something unusual, and Huang Zhongfei, Hu Jun, and Shen Qing'e walked up to the podium one after another.
Huang Zhongfei made a quiet gesture.
After seeing this, the students in the class gradually stopped reading and finally became quiet.
Huang Zhongfei said first: "I have an announcement to make. Next Wednesday is New Year's Day. The New Year's Day party at No. 4 Middle School will not be held uniformly, but will be held individually by each class. Our class will hold its own New Year's Day party at that time."
Hu Jun continued, "After discussing with the class monitor, in order to hold this New Year's Eve party, the class will purchase props such as balloons, fruits, snacks, and drinks.
"Every student needs to pay 15 yuan for the activity. Just come to me to pay. I will refund the excess and make up the shortfall. If anyone has other suggestions, please tell me."
Huang Zhongfei nodded in agreement.
Wang Longlong, who was sitting in the last row, looked at Huang Zhongfei who was giving orders at the podium, and his eyes turned green with jealousy.
In such an important class event, there was no seat for me, Wang Longlong.
He didn't even know the news.
For Wang Longlong, who longs for power, this is really heartbreaking!
At this moment, he wished so much that the person standing on the podium was him, Wang Longlong. It was such a dream come true.
Instead of someone like Huang Zhongfei who is just a shell!
The monitor of Class 8 should be a talented person.
He made a solemn vow that he would hint to Shan Qingrong again tonight and make him the squad leader!
Hu Jun's fifteen yuan class fee immediately caused a stir in the class. Fifteen yuan was not a lot, but it was not a small amount either. People like Dong Qingfeng, Bai Yuxia, and Chen Qian came from well-off families and didn't care.
But for an average family or a student whose living expenses have already exceeded this week, fifteen dollars is still a burden.
Especially Shan Kaiquan, who borrowed living expenses from Jiang Ning and saved up a lot.
If he has to pay fifteen dollars now, it will cost him his life.
Shan Kaiquan was very concerned about his reputation and did not take the initiative to step forward.
At this time, another student asked:
"Hu Jun, when is the latest time to pay the activity fee? I have this week's money saved for the fare back home!"
Hu Jun thought about it and said, "On Sunday evening self-study at the latest, because I need to go buy New Year's Day items with the class monitor in advance. If I don't have enough money, it will take time and I won't be able to make it to the New Year's Day party. It will be terrible for other classes to laugh at me."
The students breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the deadline was Sunday, because it was a new week and they would have living expenses.
Hu Jun said earnestly: "In fact, fifteen yuan is already very little, it can't be any less. Some classes pay dozens of dollars. If it is any less, then our class will look shabby, and other classes will see and say that our class is so shabby."
"And we need to invite the homeroom teacher and all the subject teachers to come."
"You don't want us, Class 8, to lose face, do you?"
As soon as the words involving class honor were spoken, the voices of opposition in the class completely disappeared.
Hu Jun was very satisfied with this. He said, "For the New Year's Eve party, I'm going to buy a big cake for the class."
Dong Qingfeng asked: "Big cakes are not cheap, are our class fees enough?"
"Yes, there are so many students in our class. Don't wait until we finish cutting them and some students won't get to eat!"
"Take it easy."
Hu Jun listened to these questions, he smiled honestly and said:
"Don't worry. The cake I ordered doesn't use expensive animal cream, but vegetable cream. The class monitor recommended a remote shop to me. The price is very affordable, 138 each. It's very big, definitely enough for every student to have two bites!"
Many students didn’t understand what vegetable cream was and what animal cream was, but they thought Hu Jun seemed to know a lot, so there were no more questioning voices.
After Hu Jun finished speaking, the budget issue for Class 8’s New Year’s Eve Party was decided.
Next, it was the turn of the cultural and arts committee member Shen Qing'e.
She stood in a place without any multimedia obstruction, wearing a cream-gray cotton coat and cream-blue jeans, with her legs straight and standing pretty.
Chen Qing'e attracted the attention of many boys. She was good-looking to begin with, and she had recently learned how to dress up, making her look even prettier.
Noticing the gazes of her classmates, Shen Qing'e stood on the podium, feeling a little vain in her heart.
She glanced at Jiang Ning out of the corner of her eye. He was still sitting there, just as ordinary as other classmates.
Shen Qing'e smiled in her heart and showed a sweet smile on her face:
"Hello everyone, we need to perform at the New Year's Eve party. Otherwise, it would be too boring for everyone to just eat. So, I hope everyone will actively sign up for the performance."
After these words were spoken, the classmates were silent at first. Although the school started almost four months ago, the classmates were not too familiar with each other. If they went up to perform a show in front of everyone, they would always feel a little embarrassed.
Shen Qing'e had anticipated this scene, but she was prepared and was just about to throw out some ideas when suddenly a powerful voice rang out.
“I want to sign up for the show!”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked back and saw that it was Wu Xiaoqi.
Now, all the students in the back row looked at him, and Ma Shicheng shouted:
"Wu Xiaoqi, do you have any talent?"
Guo Kunnan said: "Wu Xiaoqi, don't mess it up, that's a serious New Year's Eve party!"
Wu Xiaoqi did not answer, he just looked at Shen Qing'e and repeated:
“I want to sign up for the show!”
Ma Shicheng shouted again: "Wu Xiaoqi, why don't you tell me what program you want to sign up for."
Shen Qing'e was also a little strange. She had some impression of Wu Xiaoqi. He was not a good person.
"Okay, Wu Xiaoqi, tell me what to perform."
Wu Xiaoqi fished out the basketball from under the bench, looking very proud and speaking in a powerful voice:
“I want to play basketball!”
"I'm going to show you basketball."
The students burst into laughter.
Shen Qing'e was immediately confused. Everyone had seen Wu Xiaoqi's basketball skills before. What other tricks could he play
"Wu Xiaoqi, thank you for signing up, but..." She was halfway through her words when Wu Xiaoqi showed a look of disdain on his face:
"I have played basketball for more than ten years and danced hip-hop for seven years. When the time comes, I will show you a combination of basketball and hip-hop. You will be shocked."
"What a joke, basketball plus dancing?" Ma Shicheng was shocked.
Guo Kunnan was also confused, "What the hell is that?"
Shen Qing'e originally planned to refuse, but when she heard that street dance was added to basketball, she thought it would be a bit novel. Besides, Wu Xiaoqi was the first to sign up, so she didn't want to dampen his classmates' enthusiasm.
She thought about it and confirmed:
"Okay, now we have a program. Students with talents, please continue to sign up. We must make the New Year's Eve party a success."
When the classmates saw that Wu Xiaoqi was admitted, they thought, can playing basketball and dancing be called talents
It always felt a bit strange, but because of this, the classmates didn't feel embarrassed anymore. Since Wu Xiaoqi's thing was chosen, they would definitely go up and play with it.
Someone shouted, "Chen Qing'e, I have talent."
“I have talents, too.”
Cui Yu shouted, "I can snap my fingers!"
Shen Qing'e was speechless. It wasn't enough to have a guy playing basketball above, what on earth was this
Someone asked, “How loud is it?”
"Bang!" Cui Yu made a loud sound.
Shen Qing'e was convinced, and she said: "This is a little bit unsatisfactory, mainly because, well, it's rather monotonous."
Guo Kunnan had been eyeing Shen Qing'e since the beginning of the school year, but he was more rational and had not taken action. Now that Cui Yu was rejected, he shouted:
"I have a talent. I can do crosstalk."
Crosstalk, this is okay, finally there is a normal one, Shen Qing'e nodded:
"Okay, Guo Kunnan's crosstalk is selected."
Now the students became more enthusiastic and started to talk about their talents. Wang Longlong looked at the messy class and thought that the time had come to prove himself. This time he would show up in class and let his classmates remember him!
Lay a good foundation for future election as class monitor.
Wang Longlong shouted bravely:
"I can do the moonwalk, the one with Michael Jackson!"
The moonwalk is an eternal classic, and Chen Qing'e agrees with one more.
When Ma Shicheng saw his good brother getting on, he followed his classmates and joined in, shouting:
"Me, I also have talents."
Originally, this sound was not noticeable among the classmates, but Shen Qing'e happened to hear it and asked:
"Ma Shicheng, do you have any talents?"
Ma Shicheng was stunned, he was just playing along and didn't expect to be called out. He really didn't have any talent, but now his classmates were looking at him, he would be embarrassed if he didn't make one up.
Ma Shicheng thought about it for a while, then gritted his teeth and shouted:
"I learned martial arts with my cousin when I was a kid, and I'll show you guys someday!"
Martial arts? This performance is still very good to watch, Shen Qing'e agreed.
As more and more students in the class signed up, Geng Lu raised her hand to sign up for singing, while Bai Yuxia signed up for dancing.
In the chaotic classroom, Xue Yuantong lay quietly on the table. She had no talent.
She rested her head on her arms, staring at Jiang Ning with blinking eyes, and suddenly said:
"Jiang Ning, do you have any special talents?"
"I don't think so." Jiang Ning really didn't have any special talents. He couldn't sing, dance, or play any musical instruments.
"Well, we are the same." Xue Yuantong found a common point with Jiang Ning and felt happy.
"Then let's watch the New Year's Eve party together. I'll sit with you," she said.
"Do you want to see me?" Jiang Ning asked her.
"I do." Xue Yuantong nodded slightly.
"Well, actually I do have some talents," he said.
Then Jiang Ning raised his hand and said:
"I'll sign up."
Jiang Ning was active during the first period of school, but he was not very noticeable in the class. Although he had good grades, was good at fighting, and was getting more and more handsome, his classmates felt that he was very low-key.
Jiang Ning's words at this moment attracted the attention of his classmates.
Shen Qing'e stood on the podium, looking down at Jiang Ning, feeling indescribably complicated.
Since they came to Yuzhou together, Jiang Ning seemed to have become a different person and no longer treated her the same way as before.
During this period, the few times I ate at my sister's house, he never spoke to me.
The resentment I once had towards Jiang Ning in my heart had disappeared a lot after such a long cold war, and what was left was more doubt, curiosity, and unwillingness to accept it.
"What show are you going to perform?" Shen Qing'e asked. After saying this, she felt as if she was in another world. She and Jiang Ning had not spoken to each other for several months.
If she had to describe how she feels about Jiang Ning now, it would be that he is the most familiar stranger.
Jiang Ning uttered two words: "Magic."
Shen Qing'e was silent for a while, then said, "Okay, you come and perform."
She didn't ask Jiang Ning whether he really could do it. Even if he couldn't do it before, he should be able to do it now. She was no longer the naive little girl at the beginning. Jiang Ning's ability and achievements had exceeded her imagination many times.
"Yeah." Jiang Ning nodded.
Shen Qing'e spent some more time choosing and finally put together the program.
Class monitor Huang Zhongfei said a few words at the podium, and then the three class leaders of Class 8 returned to their seats and resumed morning self-study.
However, less than five minutes later, Shan Qingrong walked to the podium with a fat man. The fat man had very small eyes and looked uncomfortable.
When they saw the fat guy, most of the students in the class were stunned. This person looks a little familiar
I just can't remember who it was.
Shan Qingrong looked at his classmates, cleared his throat, and said:
"Student Song Sheng took a few months off due to some special reasons. Now we welcome him back!"
Oh, Song Sheng. When these words came out, everyone remembered that this was Song Sheng who rolled on the ground during military training, and later beat Dan Kaiquan in class, and then was beaten by Jiang Ning.
My goodness, he disappeared for so long that everyone thought he had stopped studying.
The classmates in the class don’t like this kind of person, so he might as well not come.
Shan Kaiquan, who sat at the same table with Bai Yuxia, stared at Song Sheng and felt unhappy. He still remembered the loss of face that day.
Now that Song Sheng is back, sooner or later he will regain the face he lost that time and prove his strength in front of Bai Yuxia!
Shan Qingrong looked at the seats in the class. The seats had just been assigned last time, and Song Sheng’s seat was replaced by a new classmate, so now only the back row was empty.
He arranged: "Song Sheng, you will sit next to Wu Xiaoqi first. This semester is almost over, and the seats will be reassigned next semester based on the final exam results."
After hearing this, Song Sheng felt a little disgusted. He knew best what kind of students were sitting at the back of the classroom. They were all uneducated people. He didn't want to sit at the back, but there were no seats available, so he had to do this.
When he takes the next exam, he will fly to the front and sit.
Song Sheng walked to Wu Xiaoqi with his schoolbag on his back. He looked at Wu Xiaoqi first and didn't know him, as he had never seen him before.
Song Sheng went to the hospital too early, and he hadn't recognized all his classmates yet. After a few months, he had already forgotten them.
He didn't know anything about Wu Xiaoqi.
Song Sheng threw his schoolbag full of books onto the desk, causing the desk to shake.
Wu Xiaoqi glanced over and wondered, who is this
Why does it look a bit wild