During the evening self-study session, Jiang Ning could still hear people discussing Zhuang Jianhui. Geng Lu, a girl sitting in front of him with some baby fat on her face, was talking to her deskmate:
"Zhuang Jianhui attended the Experimental Middle School in the provincial capital. He was well-known in their school's forum at that time. You can still see some posts about him now."
"Wow, you're from the provincial capital!" another girl was surprised.
There is a huge gap between the capital of Anhui Province and other cities in the province, which makes other cities in the province have a special feeling towards the capital. People who like it think the capital is good and are proud of it, while people who hate it simply do not acknowledge that it is the capital.
Ma Shicheng thought Zhuang Jianhui was awesome at first, but as more and more girls talked about him, he gradually became disgusted with the name. He smiled and said:
"You used to live in the provincial capital, so why did you come to our No. 4 Middle School? Did you fail to get into the high school there?"
Geng Lu turned her head and looked at him, then said:
"He scored over 700 points in the high school entrance exam, so he could easily get into No. 2 Middle School. He came to No. 4 Middle School because it's close to home."
"That's what we call being willful. He could obviously go to a better school, but he chose a high school based on his mood. He's really handsome. He deserves to be from a provincial middle school."
It is undoubtedly very easy to arouse anger when a good-looking girl praises another person of the opposite sex in front of the other person of the opposite sex.
Ma Shicheng said sourly: "I think the provincial capital is just so-so. Compared with the South City which is closer to us, isn't it still a younger brother?"
"If you have the ability, compete with the students from the key high schools in Nanshi."
Geng Lu also got angry when she saw Ma Shicheng's bad tone. She has never been a weak girl:
"He can dunk, can you? He's also handsome."
Ma Shicheng really can't dunk. He can't even touch the backboard. But when it comes to being handsome, he gets upset. The day before yesterday, he boasted about being handsome and was despised by Geng Lu. Now, new and old grudges come together, and he attacks directly:
"I don't think he's much more handsome than me. Everyone around me praises me for being handsome."
"Wang Longlong, who do you think is more handsome, me or Zhuang Jianhui?"
Wang Longlong said with an honest look on his face: "I think Brother Ma is handsome!"
Ma Shicheng looked at Guo Kunnan proudly again: "Who is handsome?"
Guo Kunnan was very supportive: "In terms of handsomeness, my brother Ma beats Zhuang Jianhui in seconds."
Now it was Ma Shicheng's turn to look at Geng Lu with disdain:
"You just have bad taste."
Geng Lu was speechless. She knew that boys were somewhat narcissistic, but this was the first time she had seen someone who was narcissistic to this extent. She was simply ignorant.
She quoted a few lines of ancient Chinese: "Zou Ji was more than eight feet tall, and had a handsome appearance." She forgot the rest and skipped directly to:
"Who is more handsome, me or Lord Xu of the north city? ... How can Lord Xu compare to you?"
Those who can get into No. 4 Middle School have a good foundation in junior high school and naturally know the meaning of this text.
Geng Lu said, "Do you understand?"
Ma Shicheng looked unhappy, but said in a strange voice:
"A man of culture, a man of culture!"
When Geng Lu saw his condition, she knew that he was hopeless and turned away.
When Ma Shicheng saw Geng Lu retreat, he smiled smugly, not overestimating his own abilities.
He took out the Xuanmai chewing gum he had bought and gave one to each of the boys who had just come to support him.
During the self-study period, Shan Qingrong announced a piece of news:
On the last day of the military training, which is September 9, there will be a training results competition, based on classes. The experimental class will also participate, and the three best-performing classes will be selected and awarded honorary banners.
Hearing this, the students below immediately looked eager to try. At this stage, high school students still have a strong sense of class honor. Unlike college students, they don’t care whether the class is good or bad.
"I see that students play with their mobile phones a lot!" Shan Qingrong said with a smile, his eyes sweeping over several of the students.
When these classmates saw this, their eyes suddenly shrank and they dared not look at him.
Shan Qingrong said, "How about this. If our class 8 can win the pennant this time, I will install a power strip in the class and put it in the front for everyone to charge."
When this was said, the students became excited, especially those who lived on campus. There were no sockets in the dormitories, and they did not dare to charge their batteries in the classroom. They could only go to a small supermarket outside to charge their batteries, which charged 1 yuan per charge, which was really unfair.
If Dan Qingrong could really install a power strip for everyone, it would be so much more convenient.
"Teacher, we will definitely get you the first place!" Several boarding students cheered and made up their minds at the same time that in order to recharge in the classroom openly, they must get the top three.
After Shan Qingrong left, some boarding students were quickly mobilized with external incentives. Guo Kunnan found several boys in a row and urged them to be serious during military training.
When he came to Jiang Ning, Guo Kunnan took a look at Jiang Ning and jumped directly to the other students. In terms of the standard of military posture, Jiang Ning was definitely the best in their team and was praised by Instructor Li several times.
No matter who you ask, you can't ask Jiang Ning to be serious!
At first, classmates disliked Jiang Ning, but now after knowing about the competition, they like him more.
As a result, during this period of time, Jiang Ning received several friendly looks, which made him laugh.
The boarding students here were excitedly telling others the news, but they encountered tough opponents over there.
Song Sheng poured cold water on him: "Isn't it just a power strip? You guys made it look like the real thing. There are twelve classes in the grade, how can we be in the top three, not to mention there is an experimental class?"
"You don't have any back pain when you talk while standing. You are a day student, so you don't need an extension cord, but we do?" Guo Kunnan said unhappily.
"Yeah, I don't need it, so why bother me?" Song Sheng said coldly.
Shan Kaiquan next to him mocked, "He's just a fool. Didn't he lose face enough in the past two days?"
He is also a boarding student and he can't stand people like Song Sheng.
"Say it again?" Song Sheng stood up and pointed at him.
Shan Kaiquan was not afraid at all. Song Sheng stood up, and Guo Kunnan and several other boarding students all stood up. The two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere in the class became tense in an instant.
Bai Yuxia in the front row frowned when she saw this and said:
"The head teacher just left, what are you doing here?"
"If you want to make a noise, go outside and make a noise."
Shan Kaiquan saw the prettiest girl in the class trying to stop him, and he didn't argue with Song Sheng, but said something harsh:
"I'll let you off this once today, fat pig."
Song Sheng was already angry, and he immediately got angry when he heard this. He hated being called a fat pig the most, and coupled with the humiliation he suffered yesterday, all the anger that had been suppressed in his heart burst out in an instant.
He rushed forward suddenly, knocking over several tables, and punched Shan Kaiquan with his fists.
Song Sheng's sudden outburst scared his classmates, and several people were affected by his impact.
Xue Yuantong was sitting peacefully on a stool when he was hit. Not only did the table fall over, but his arm was also hit by the corner of the table. He kept rubbing his arm in pain, with a look of grievance on his little face.
Shan Kaiquan also didn't react. He raised his arms hastily and was hit by Song Sheng's fist. He felt pain and numbness. Just as he was about to resist, Song Sheng immediately punched him again, hitting his shoulder.
The students around reacted and rushed over to separate them. Guo Kunnan hugged Song Sheng from behind and glared at Shan Kaiquan.
Shan Kaiquan kicked Song Sheng in the stomach, and before he kicked him a second time, Guo Kunnan was thrown out.
Song Sheng raised his fist and hit Shan Kaiquan. Now more boys gathered around and pulled the two apart.
Song Sheng's eyes were gloomy: "What a waste."
Shan Kaiquan cursed Song Sheng in his heart, calling him a lunatic. He started fighting just after the school started. Wasn't he afraid of being punished by the school
The key point is that this guy is extremely strong, and after being punched, his shoulder felt numb and painful.
The two men exchanged a few words, but ultimately stopped fighting. Song Sheng walked towards his seat with a gloomy look.
At this time, a leisurely voice sounded in the class:
"You knocked over our table. Is it too much to apologize?"