Don’t Talk To Me!

"Dare, dare."

The sports commission quickly agreed: "Come on, we guarantee that we will never violate the rules, observe the spirit of the athletes, and maintain the discipline of the stadium..."

The attitude was too cordial and kind, so that there was a little bit uncomfortable in the second and second grades.

Chang Chi vaguely felt something wrong, subconsciously glanced at the sidelines, and was pulled back by the head of the Seventh Class Sports Committee: "No, there is nothing on the sidelines, don't let external forces affect our fair contest."

...

Duan Lei was sitting on the side of the field and was responsible for blocking Yu Sheng, while holding his chin with emotion: "To be honest, the atmosphere is so strange that this situation is now. If I change it, I will not compete."

"After all, it's also a character." The monitor of their squad can better understand this idol baggage. "Even if the atmosphere is weird, you can't do it."

Chang Chi undoubtedly thinks so.

So even after being baffled by the strangely strange atmosphere of this group of people, he still meticulously walked through the entire process including provocation, aggressive speech, and declaration of war.

In the previous training, the two teams touched once because they grabbed the court. At that time, the seven shifts were in urgent need of a team of sparring personnel who came to the door. The emergency wall blocked Yu Sheng, and a group of people got a feel, and the second shift was mistreated.

The enemy has a narrow road, and this time it met again. The sports commission also deliberately took the players on the court to discuss for a long time, how to deal with all kinds of malicious moves, malicious fouls and porcelain.

The result was not very useful.

Chang Chi played fairly cleanly, and he adopted another very novel way of revenge.

...

Their class school committee didn't usually watch the basketball game. They held their glasses and looked carefully at the lap: "Is it my illusion? I think our opponent seems to have completely changed a team."

"It's not an illusion, none of their hair is of the same color."

Through the previous crazy English, the English class representatives established a profound revolutionary friendship with him and patted him on the shoulder: "We are a team of Sheng brothers alone, they directly brought a team..."

Chang Chi drew a basketball team directly from the school next door.

There are more sports students in the third middle school. After all, it is still a general high school. Students still focus on learning and normal education.

In particular, the top class in the second class, which has a high school rate, can play basketball, but it is not very good.

They have studied the Sports Committee. The second class can be promoted to this step because of good luck. They have drawn all the classes with five starters together, and they have been sent to the semifinals all the way.

The original high school sophomore and second class players were all replaced within less than ten minutes of the opening, and now all of them are quasi-professionals who are tall, strong, and flexible.

"It's too creative." Duan Lei couldn't help but sigh. "Why didn't we think of this trick?"

During the halftime break, Yao Qiang gasped out of the court and took a few sips. "Because this is not enough for us, we are strong enough."

"Don't be afraid." The Sports Committee and the defender came down shoulder to shoulder, "We promised not to use Sheng Ge first, but Sheng Ge is our eternal number one."

Twelve people can be added to each game with a substitute. The sports commission did not report Yu Sheng to the starting lineup, but the number of substitutes was immobile.

The seventh class rarely encountered a chance to play hard. Although they have been pressed to play, everyone has enjoyed it. For the time being, I don't want Yu Sheng to come to the rescue.

"No problem, this is a particularly emotional inspirational story."

Their sports committee thought very far: "We met a strong opponent, but we still played very tenaciously and kept desperately keeping the score difference within 20 minutes. Then at the third break, Sheng Ge took off his mask to stand Get up and put on the jersey and enter slowly, we cooperate sincerely and overtake in one fell swoop."

The Academic Committee couldn't help feeling: "You are now at this language level, and Lao He must have been particularly touched by this."

"Is it?" The sports committee's eyes lit up. "This is all I wrote out from writing love letters. I can write 500 more words if necessary. Let me tell you again..."

During the intermission, Class 7 did not discuss any tactics and strategies at all, and watched their class sports committee chasing the school committee for fifteen minutes of small composition.

The squad leader didn't watch the excitement with everyone, Duan Lei couldn't help but be curious, and gathered together: "Squad leader, what are you thinking?"

"It's heartbreaking, sincere cooperation, strong overtaking."

The squad leader touched his chin very deeply: "I'm thinking about what love letter our sports committee writes to use these words."

"I know this. Wasn't the Sports Committee trapped by love for some time? Every meal can only eat half a catty, people are losing weight, and they don't have the mind to take classes."

The original language class representative who was temporarily replaced by Yu Sheng raised his hand: "Then Lao He talked to the Sports Committee and said that he can teach the Sports Committee to write a love letter."

"..."

A group of people were silent for a while inexplicably, the squad leader asked: "Then he believed?"

The representative of the English class also asked: "Then Lao He taught?"

"One dare to teach, one dare to learn."

Seeing the representative of the Chinese class nod, the life committee member said with emotion: "So, man, there is no reason for being single."

In any case, Lao He's one-on-one love letter counseling to the Sports Committee has indeed greatly improved the composition level of the Sports Committee.

However, the magnificent small composition of the Sports Commission has not been realized.

At the end of the intermission, the players from both sides were about to play, and finally recognized that half of the players on the field were not their own students. The director of the Education Department violently copied the whistle and rushed down: "What is the matter? It is not allowed by the school to go down! "

The one-nine-nine-five-meter forward wants to pretend again: "We are from this school..."

"The school's school rules, non-art students are not allowed to dye hair and perm, and not to keep too strange hairstyles."

Their director of the Academic Affairs Office didn't know why. When they came to watch basketball, they even brought a fader with them. They plugged in and kindly beckoned: "It's a violation of school rules to shave their heads, children, come here."

...

The foreign aid of the sports school evacuated the scene within five seconds.

Chang Chi was beaten in place, his face was a little poor, and a group of people who failed to avenge Xuefen in the second class were also unwilling: "Why? It is also a kind of ability to find foreign aid. There are also naturalized players in the NBA!"

A good strong opponent said it would be gone, and the seven shifts were equally unhappy: "Forget it, naturalized players want to change their nationality. Your foreign aid doesn't even want to shave their heads."

The second class was already under fire and exploded in one pick: "Isn't it a good basketball game, what's so good?"

The basketball thing is easy to get to the chapter. The second class is deflated and turned into trouble. The scope of the attack will inevitably start to diverge.

"What kind of outfit, basketball is the best in the world?"

"It's ridiculous, it is estimated that there will be nothing but this."

"Did you usually take time to play basketball? I heard that there were 20 people in the final exam room, and your class accounted for ten..."

The two grades are not in the same building, and the teachers are two sets, and there is basically no intersection.

The efforts of the 7th class are well known in the third grade, and there is not much news of the second grade.

Class 7 has confidence and doesn't take the lower one's jumps seriously: "It was originally a basketball game. If you can't afford to lose it, why don't you compare words under the basket?"

"What do you mean?"

The boy at this age could not hear the word "lose", and when the words were spoken, several of the comrades around Chang Chi couldn't help but roll up their sleeves, "I see you outside the school wall, I don't want to be angry here!"

Chang Chi looked much darker than before, clutching his wrist and taking a step forward.

He transferred to the school to stay in the first grade, the same year as the seven class, older than some people, and mature. Seeing that his face was so squandered, he narrowed his eyes, his expression already showing a little bit of confusion: "Your class--"

The words began, and Yu Sheng, who had been sitting behind the crowd, had stood up.

"What are you doing! Are there any rules?"

The director of the Education Department is one of the few teachers who have really seen the beaten people. It is enough to watch the group of little rabbits meet in front of the teachers. When he sees him, he is even bigger. What are you doing out there? Hurry up and sit back—"

Yu Sheng fumbled twice around his ears and took off a mask: "Isn't it more than words?"

Director of Education: "..."

Class 7 students: "..."

Yu Sheng has just finished brushing eight vocabulary words recently, and feels that it should be able to meet the dream of a "powerful overtaking" of the Sports Commission.

It's not too hot to wear a mask, even if the thread strangles my ears a little. Yu Sheng took off the other side as well, squeezed his mask and walked towards Chang Chi. Then he just opened his head: "What happened to our class?"

Chang Chi’s follow-ups don’t post anymore, and they are annoyed: "Who are you? Get out—"

A word has not been spoken yet, and has been kicked on the ground by Chang Chi

There was a brief silence on the sidelines.

Chang Chi looked a little wrong after seeing him. Seeing Yu Sheng walked over, his throat moved, and he stammered unconsciously: "Your class...superb, yeah."

...

The Sports Commission had basically guessed the ending, and raised his hands to cover his eyes: "It's over, it's over..."

The villain who had finally been protected said that if there was a leak, he leaked, and he was also expected to lead the second class to the strong group of people who were just lost. Bibi words?"

Yao Qiang said casually, with a hundred mouths: "That's better than that. Do you send a set of math papers to sit under the basket?"

What's more, even if it is better than this, their brother Sheng will still stand up.

Yu Sheng is actually quite Buddha-like. He can't do it if he can. Even if there is any contradiction, he usually prefers to solve the problem in a more peaceful and labor-saving way.

But someone really stepped on the 7th class and didn't have a good time. He was the first one to stand up every time.

Chang Chi was so neat and timid that he was stunned by the arrogant second-class people for a long time, but finally he was frustrated and reluctant.

The seven class members escorted Yu Sheng out of the basketball court first, and tried their best to coax the young students to have the courage to re-enter the court.

After finishing the third game, their class sports committee looked at the scoreboard that had overtaken more than 30 points, and was a bit lost alone: ​​"It's better to memorize words."

"It's actually feasible." Yao Qiang touched his chin. "We also recite a lot of words. This sounds a bit challenging."

The school committee was forced to play in order to balance its strength. It was wrapped in a circle of 70 people and circled with a group of people, holding the glasses.

...

Yu Sheng, who left the court early, put down his pen and looked up: "So that's why you didn't play the fourth game and stood with them under the basket for twelve minutes of words?"

"Fifteen minutes." The Sports Committee emphasized, "In two minutes of extra time, the school committee backed one more whistle and won."

It is said that the director of the Education Department is still very happy, and he can't even close his mouth. I also intend to count the first one from this one and formally hold the second and third vocabulary contests in the Third Middle School. To commemorate this event, the venue is located on the basketball court.

...

Yu Sheng didn't want to make up for that picture.

"Right, Brother Sheng."

Duan Lei couldn't help but wonder: "Don't you really have any impression of Chang Chi?"

The people of Yu Sheng are not in rivers and lakes, and there are countless legends of Sheng in the rivers and lakes. Although in theory, it is possible for any one to see Yu Sheng suddenly become counseling, but Chang Chi is still a bit too skilled.

Duan Lei's family is very strict and he doesn't always go out to town with his brother Sheng, but he still feels that this person may have actually met with Yu Sheng.

"I should have seen it." Yu Sheng thought about it, "around December last year."

Chang Chi's shocking "super", but he knew what was going on.

That year, the school made the promo film very mentally retarded, and every line of the text challenged his endurance limit. Yu Sheng's temper was hard to finish, and the unusually magical "City No. 3 Super Awesome" also dominated him for a long time.

So that during that time, all those who came to provoke him to clean up were basically asked to read the phrase.

Anyway, it wasn't a very important person. Yu Sheng didn't bother to remember, he answered casually, and then took out his phone and looked at the time.

Time passed quickly, and today is Friday.

He had to go to Jin Linkun's house to make the table without using a spoon or stir-frying as much as possible with cold dishes and soup. He didn't plan to waste time. He simply packed up and went out.

He still has a transcript in his hand.

The seventh class had just won the basketball game by back-to-back words, and had not waited for happiness. The bad news that the mid-term examination results finally came out immediately fell down.

The sports committee was still bragging about the heroic record of the basketball game with others for the second. On the next second, he could not stand and fell on his chair: "..."

Duan Lei pressed his chest: "This is Friday? How do I feel that we have passed this week particularly short?"

"Maybe it is our illusion."

The squad leader rubbed his eyes: "The time was fixed yesterday, the vigorous segment..."

Faced with the transcript that Lao He had reportedly had average scores and rankings out of, the people in one class didn’t bother to think about it. People who look at the results.

Yu Sheng packed his schoolbags, and all walked to the door, dragged back by the squad leader's hands.

"No one can bear Lao He's points."

The head of their squad, with tears in his hands, folded his hands: "Brother Sheng, save the child."

Yu Sheng was stuffed with a transcript in his hand, and as soon as he turned his head, he greeted a class with intense attention.

Lao He's long time as class teacher has no meaning for the students who have developed from loving to taking students not to play. Every time I read the score, I either deliberately dragged the first digit for a few tens of seconds, or deliberately made a mistake and then changed it.

The most frustrated one time even made a PPT, using all the animation effects including the zoom of the blinds diamond checkerboard.

The nerves of the students in Class 7 have been exercised so stubbornly that they can almost accept any unexpected twists and blows, but they still don't want to put their destiny in Lao He's hands again.

Although the sentiment was difficult, Yu Sheng sent a message to Jin Linkun, put down his schoolbag, and opened the report card.

He probably has some grades in the class, and he knows that the people in the class in the past two months have really worked **** the study, and the score will be improved no matter how.

"It's over." Yao Qiang lost his hope in life in an instant. "What does it mean that Brother Sheng raised his eyebrows?"

Duan Lei was as flustered as he was, shaking his arms tremblingly: "Not necessarily, it may be that the target is found, it may be prepared to do it, it may be that the egg shell was eaten while eating the egg fried rice."

"..."

Yu Sheng looked up at the head teacher standing at the end of the classroom.

Lao He held his arms and leaned against the back blackboard, blinking at him, revealing a mysterious and gentle smile.

...

Yu Sheng lowered his head again, took the transcript, and in the panic and perturbed atmosphere of the whole class, he finished all the results of every subject.

The classroom in Class 7 was silent for a while.

"Yeah-right?" The sports committee confirmed with a trembling, "My English score is twice as high as last time?"

Yao Qiang groped for the edge of the table, and did not fall: "It should be right, I am more than 20 points higher."

The first digit of Duan Lei's total score changed for the first time. He took the transcript from Yu Sheng and held a trance study for a long time: "Is this my score? Yes, this is my score..."

The basic scores are too low. By scoring English single subjects, the results of a class have been significantly improved.

Especially led by the sports committee, even Mongolia can skillfully avoid the correct answer, usually only a part of the 20 people who can take the test, this time the results have doubled and increased a lot.

"classmates."

Lao He walked over without any hassle and clapped twice: "Look, you took two 30 minutes more than the previous test in two months, and you are more than 180 days away from the college entrance examination."

Lao He walked up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and listed a formula on the blackboard: "You will have six months to come."

The Sports Committee almost couldn't believe his score, trembling for a long time, and opened his mouth: "But-but I think English has reached my peak, can't be higher..."

Lao He was not in a hurry: "But you still have five subjects left."

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

"It may not be so easy to mention from one hundred twenty to one hundred thirty."

Lao He pushed the glasses: "But you need to mention 80 from 50, two months is enough."

For the three subjects of literature and art, even if they add up to a total of thirty, the three independent subjects of English, English, and Mathematics are one hundred and twenty.

For top-ranking students, review is to check for deficiencies, figure out the traps that are prone to mistakes, and not miss any possible points. And if the ranking is in the middle and the foundation is not so good, the primary meaning of the review will be to fill in the gaps.

The more short-term subjects with poor foundations and lower scores, the more likely to be improved in the final sprint.

"No matter which grade segment you are in, there is still time and opportunity for hard work-even if it is April now, there is still a full two months to review for you."

Lao He smiled and knocked on the blackboard, and finally summed up the speech: "How can you know how hard you can do without learning?"