Once the leaders left, Zheng Haiyun actually had nothing to say. More than half an hour before the morning meeting was used up by the leaders. She hurriedly mentioned several important things in the school this semester. It was nothing more than the "art festival" in the second half of the semester.
Jiang Sen seemed to have just heard Zeng Youcai mention this incident not long ago. The scene of missing the girls dancing in the class in order to go to the capital to get the national top ten students' little red flower on Labor Day last year is still vivid in his memory, but it didn't take long for him to blink. God, this thing is reincarnated again? Thinking about it more carefully, maybe in the eyes of older people, from before liberation to the present, it is simply a snap of the fingers, right?
Ten or twenty years, in the eyes of young people, is too long, but in the eyes of wise old people, it is just a matter of gnashing one's teeth. Then look at the whole life, where there is still time that can really be used to fish. Damn, fishing is shameful!
Every action in life should of course have a purpose. Unless you really "see through", but even if you "see through", you must have enough skills to "live to death", right? So still have to keep improving, it is necessary to work until death.
Zheng Haiyun spent about 20 minutes to finish the matter briefly. Zeng Youcai, who had been waiting for the microphone, had no chance at all, and the bell for class rang. For more than ten years on the playground, tens of thousands of horses galloped, and more than 2,000 people rushed to the teaching building. Jiang Sen followed the crowd, running all the way, running five flights of stairs, and sat in the classroom after a while.
The first class in the morning is still mathematics.
The entire campus quickly fell silent.
Regardless of whether the children who return to school in the next year are interested in studying or not, they must abide by the rules of where they sit when they are alive. It has nothing to do with your personal status, only where your ass sits.
In the classroom of Grade 3 and 7, dozens of people took out the papers. Under Li Xinggui's explanation, they quickly forgot Chen Jianping's call to "learn from Jiang Sen". Within 20 minutes, the room fell asleep one after another. .
But Li Xinggui didn't care at all. For a class of 40 minutes, half of his eyes were on the paper and half on Jiang Sen. As for Ji Xianxi, Zhou Yuanshuang, Shao Min, Huang Minmin, the so-called seeds As a contestant, deep down in his heart, he is just trying to improve with "the mood of giving it a try". But at present, except for Zhou Yuanshuang, who still has a bit of understanding, the others have either really touched the ceiling, or their attitudes are not in place, so there is no way to teach them.
It's a pity that Zhou Yuanshuang is still an art student studying fine arts.
For art students
He can only take limited care.
A class was only forty minutes long, Li Xinggui only finished ten questions, and the get out of class bell rang on time. The second quarter was still about mathematics, but Xia Xiaolin in the downstairs office was conscientious and brought up today's "Dongou Daily" immediately after the bell rang.
Although Li Xinggui didn't go downstairs in the morning, he sat upstairs and listened to the radio. He took one copy and opened it with a smile, and distributed the other copy to the students, and Chen Peipei snatched it away immediately.
The headline of the "Dongou Daily" report on Johnson's 5 million donation was on the front page, and the content occupied the entire second page. It was a solid review of Johnson's life trajectory.
The content of the article is very long, and Li Xinggui rang the bell as soon as he read it halfway through. Agui, who had always thought that Jiang Sen was some kind of rich man for the whole semester last year, saw this report, and the way he looked at Jiang Sen suddenly changed.
"No, what kind of family's child has such good genes?" Li Xinggui closed the newspaper and looked at Jiang Sen's appearance in astonishment, "Jiang Sen, what kind of leader is your father? Woolen cloth!"
Jiang Sen sighed: "Who wouldn't want to"
There was a chuckle in the classroom, only Chen Peipei was still seriously looking down at the newspaper.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Li Xinggui raised his hand to look at the time, "Continue to talk about the following topics. Fill in the blanks for the eleventh question, and send sub-questions" He glanced lightly and didn't take the class seriously at all. Chen Peipei didn't stop, and let her go.
Chen Peipei, who was reading the newspaper with her head down, took about 20 minutes to read the whole report word for word, just like reading a novel. In the second half of the article, about Jiang Sen's donation to the village, Pan Dahai, who wrote it, directly copied a lot of what Jiang Sen said in an interview yesterday. Chen Peipei half understood it, but after reading it, the resentment seemed to be less serious.
From vowing to kill the whole village, it became sure to kill all people in the village over the age of 30. Young people who had nothing to do with that incident and the village dog can be let go. So well, still pissed off.
"Pepe! Pepe!" Seeing that Chen Peipei had finished reading, Chen Chaoying immediately shouted again.p; There is only a la carte left on the table, even the dishes and chopsticks have been cleaned up.
"Alas" Ji Xianxi's father glanced at him and sighed deeply. Ji Xianxi felt annoyed when he heard it, so he threw his schoolbag on the empty seat on the sofa and said, "What are you doing, I didn't waste time! They are all materials for writing essays!"
Ji Xianxi's father frowned and remained silent.
At the same time, downstairs in the girls' dormitory of Ounan No. 2 High School, there was a sudden whistle for exercise after dinner and before self-study.
"An'an!" A shout came from outside the dormitory.
"Oh! Here we come!" In the beautifully furnished double dormitory room, a girl hurriedly closed her notebook, stood up, and ran towards the door, her back was extremely attractive.
A pair of straight legs are not long, but neither thick nor thin, but the main thing is that when the legs go up, the peach buttocks, which are rare in the world, twist as they run, which is particularly eye-catching memorable.
The waist is neither thin nor thick, but with the buttocks, the proportion is just perfect.
With a height of 1.6 meters, he is obviously not fat, but visually it gives people a "flesh" feeling.
The voice is very nice, a very pure girl, only a pure man can match it.
At seven o'clock, on the plastic runway of the Ounan No. 2 high school playground, An An, who was wearing a ball head, laughed and ran to her roommate.
"Are you still looking at Mr. Er Er?"
"Oh~! You are the master! If you play and disappear all day, you will be complained!"
"Miss, I beg you to be more rational, the college entrance examination is fine, please stop chasing stars."
"I just went up to make a fuss."
"Then what?"
"Deleted a few posts and banned a few idiots."
"Do you want to be so ruthless?"
"Tch! Miss Ben doesn't have time to reason with idiots! I'm going to Shanghai to practice piano next week, I'm so busy!"
"Art students are the most comfortable."
"Where is it comfortable? One class is 800 yuan. My dad said that it will be deducted from my New Year's money, woo woo woo"
"Woo, you big-headed ghost! The New Year's money is tens of thousands every year, so I just want to woo! Why don't I have such good reincarnation skills"
"It's okay, reincarnation won't work, but at least we can sing together"
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