Rule department scholar

Lin Xiaoqing stopped in her tracks unconsciously.

The handwriting on the manuscript is really difficult to describe in words, but the content is very touching, infinitely better than my own manuscript.

"Zhao Yier wrote this in 10 minutes? Is his composition so high?"

A questioning voice came from behind, "Lin Xiaoqing, what are you doing standing here, why don't you go in?"

It's Xue with a horse face.

Lin Xiaoqing came to her senses immediately, stepped in and handed over the manuscript to Teacher Sun.

"Written?"

"And Zhao Yi's, he asked me to hand it in together."

Teacher Sun took the manuscript and put it on the table. She read Lin Xiaoqing's writing first, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Zhao Yi's manuscript. The handwriting on it was really annoying.

She frowned and read a few sentences patiently, which became more and more interesting, and she couldn't help nodding her head again and again.

Teacher Sun finished reading it soon. She handed the manuscript back to Lin Xiaoqing, hesitated and said, "This is Zhao Yi's, that's all. Xiaoqing, your manuscript still needs to be revised, and it is best to add a little embellishment." , and more embody the spirit of fighting for the college entrance examination.”

Lin Xiaoqing bowed her head and agreed, her clenched fists showed unrest, she even squeezed Zhao Yi's manuscript into a ball of paper.

Back to the classroom.

Lin Xiaoqing took the manuscript to Zhao Yi angrily.

"What are you doing! So angry!" Zhao Yi picked up the manuscript with some dissatisfaction, and quickly made it smoother.

Most of the content has been read, just taken out from memory and kneaded together, but it is also the result of more than 20 minutes of labor!

According to the income more than ten years later, 50 yuan per hour is also available, right?

Two 10 minutes, also 20 yuan!

Yup!

Zhao Yi stabbed Lin Xiaoqing with his hand, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I will give you this manuscript for 20 yuan, no bargaining!"

"I don't even want it for nothing!" Lin Xiaoqing replied angrily.

"cut!"

Zhao Yi shrugged nonchalantly, and muttered, "If it wasn't for lack of money, I wouldn't have sold it to you! Pass by, pass by, and if you miss it, you won't be gone!"

"I do not want!"

Lin Xiaoqing turned around and roared frantically.

Chapter 7 What is the purpose of studying?

The next morning, the playground of Zhengyang No. [-] Middle School was crowded with a lot of people early on.

There are students and parents.

The crowd gathered in twos and threes.

In the presence of parents, the students behave a bit restrained, and the parents are talking about their children and their studies. Naturally, the parents of good students are the focus.

Lin Xiaoqing's mother, Zhao Hongjuan, was surrounded by several parents from Class Three.

Zhao Hongjuan was wearing a colorful dress, showing her outstanding figure. With her hair tied up and glasses, she had a gentle demeanor. Standing with Lin Xiaoqing, it was hard for anyone to imagine that she was a mother and daughter.

at this time.

Zhao Hongjuan was talking about her daughter's grades, "Our family Xiaoqing is good in Chinese and English, but she is not good in science, and she always loses marks in mathematics and physics."

"I'm quite worried. Now that I'm in the third grade, it will be too late if I don't catch up. I'm going to enroll her in a cram school, that is, at night, I'm sure, the gold medal teacher..."

Lin Xiaoqing stood beside her, forcing a smile on her face.

Zhao Yi passed by and waved to Lin Xiaoqing, and was stopped when he was about to walk away.

"Zhao Yi!"

Lin Xiaoqing saw Zhao Yi, as if she saw the savior. She interrupted Zhao's mother's speech, and introduced enthusiastically, "This is my classmate Zhao Yi. He also gave a speech today, and the speech was well written."

Zhao Yi felt the pressure from the scrutiny of a group of parents.

He is different from other students.

During the day, his parents went to work, so he didn't tell the family at all.

No parents, a light body.

Zhao Hongjuan asked enthusiastically, "Zhao Yi! I remember, our Xiaoqing told you that your academic performance is pretty good, right?"

Zhao Hongjuan felt that being able to give a speech on stage must prove her good academic performance.

"what?"

Zhao Yi looked at Lin Xiaoqing suspiciously, and Lin Xiaoqing rolled her eyes to express that she hadn't said anything.

A bearded patriarch suddenly laughed and said, "If you say Zhao Yi, he can talk and do things well, he will be capable in the future!"

The implication is that learning is not enough.

Zhao Yi turned around.

Cooked.

After thinking about it, I remembered that it was Sun Liang's father.

Hearing that Zhao Yi did not study well, the parents immediately lost interest.

Zhao Hongjuan answered in embarrassment, "I'm in my third year of high school, I have to study hard for a year."

"Yes! It's my third year in high school!"

"It's the last year, if you don't study, it will be too late!"

"If you work hard for a year, you may be able to get a bachelor's degree, or you can get a third degree..."

Zhao Yi was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He glanced at Lin Xiaoqing bitterly, and then asked Sun Zhiguo, "Uncle, where is Sun Liang?"

Sun Zhiguo pointed in one direction, "Over there! This kid doesn't want to stand with me."

"I'm going to find Sun Liang!"

Before the words fell, Zhao Yi quickly walked away.

"Class [-], far left!"

"Class Three, this way!"

When the meeting is about to start, each class teacher stands at the designated position and asks the students to gather and sit together, with the parents' positions corresponding to the students' side.

The boys in the class went upstairs and helped move the stools to the playground.

Parents have stools and students stand.

When the principal came to speak on stage, Zhao Yi simply pulled Sun Liang to the side and sat on the spare stool, so that he couldn't see in front of the crowd.

Zhengyang No. [-] Middle School's third-grade conference was nothing more than a few procedures.

The first is the headmaster's speech.

The second person on stage was the grade director, who made a report and summary of the performance of the entire grade, and praised those students with excellent grades.

Then it was time for student presentations.

The first person to take the stage was Cui Wei from Class [-] of Liberal Arts. Cui Wei was tall and handsome. He played football and basketball very well and was good at sports. The only thing he was not good at was studying.

It was also the first time for Cui Wei to give a speech as a student representative. He was obviously a little nervous, especially when there was a large group of parents in the audience, and the gaze of hundreds of people was very stressful.

After he went up, he lowered his head to read the manuscript, without even raising his head during the process.

Parents are also talking.

"Why Cui Wei? As far as his grades are concerned, he is the last one? Not to mention taking the undergraduate exam, it is luck to be able to go to a junior college!"

It's still good.

Some parents have a very poisonous mouth, and one sentence can kill people, "Look at what he said, 'Swear on behalf of the third-year students to study hard in the last year', does he represent all the third-year students? Still study hard? He took our children to play!"

"His manuscript was copied, I believe it says someone else..."

Zhao Yi's face turned black.

In all honesty, Cui Wei's speech was not bad, the content of the speech was very uplifting, the words were clear, and there was some emotion, but his grades were too poor, he was a minor celebrity in the thirteenth middle school, and many parents knew that his grades were not good .

If the grades are not good, how can you represent all the students?

The grades are not good, no matter how provocative the writing is, it is all fake, big, and empty!

Zhao Yi is about to take the stage, and the theme of his speech is to talk about ideals and life. In line with his achievements, it must be 'fake, big, empty'.

This is awkward!

At the end of Cui Wei's speech, there was sparse applause from the audience, that is, a group of familiar classmates applauded for a long time.

The host teacher shouted into the microphone, "I'm here to invite Zhao Yi, the student representative of Class Three, Senior Three, to give a speech on stage!"

Class [-], a group of people looked at Zhao Yi.

"Zhao Yi, it's your turn!" Sun Liang pushed Zhao Yi.

"hurry up!"

"Go up, you must be stronger than Cui Wei! Give our third class a fight!"

Lin Xiaoqing was next to Zhao Yi, bowing her head and reciting the manuscript continuously, and seized the time to sharpen her gun before the battle. She was going to take off the manuscript and go on stage.

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and stood up, reaching out and handing the manuscript to Lin Xiaoqing.

"how?"

Lin Xiaoqing was a little confused after receiving the manuscript, so she heard Zhao Yi say with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "I'll give it to you, no charge!"

He stepped onto the podium.

There are more than 500 people on the playground, including teachers, students, even school security guards, and the owner of the canteen, all gathered around to join in the fun.

Zhao Yi walked briskly and stopped at the most conspicuous place under the flag pole. He turned around and raised his head to face the audience. The corners of his mouth curled up, showing no sign of nervousness at all.

He picked up the microphone and teased like a sound test, "I'm Zhao Yi from class three, do you all know me? It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you will know me today."

"Hurrah..."

The audience roared with laughter, and some students shouted, "I know! We all know each other!"

Zhao Yi followed up with an opening speech, "Today I'm giving a speech as a representative. I'm under a lot of pressure! It's the first time in three years in high school! Here, I would like to thank the leaders and teachers for their trust." He bowed slightly.

The teachers in the front row looked at each other and had a good impression - this student was not nervous at all, and his mentality was much better than his peers.

"To be honest, I don't want to be a representative."

Zhao Yi's tone was very sincere, "According to the theory of grade representation, I only rank a dozen or so in the class, and at most I can represent students with lower grades than me."

"So, I will give a speech on behalf of the middle-ranked and lower-ranked students."

"Hula~~~"

All the students came in spirit.

The teachers in the front row looked at each other, and all looked at Teacher Sun. Teacher Sun frowned slightly. What she heard was different from what she saw.

Zhao Yi entered the main content, "As a student with mid-range grades, I already feel the pressure, from parents and schools, but most importantly, I worry about my future."

"At our age, it is very sad to go to school."

"Back to ten or 20 years ago, college students were a rare breed, and they were assigned jobs after graduation, but now they can only find jobs by themselves. Looking into the future, a few years later, when we graduate from college, maybe an ordinary job , you will face more than nine competitors."

"This is not random speculation, but a reality that must be faced."

Zhao Yi's expression became serious, "Students in the middle and lower reaches of our grades, who went to ordinary undergraduates and ordinary junior colleges, will they have any competitiveness in society after graduation?"

"Hu~~"

They whispered under the stage.

No one expected that Zhao Yi's speech would say this.

Zhao Yi paused for a while, then picked up the microphone and continued, "Actually, this is just a normal social competition and job competition, and it's not sad."

"There are many sorrows that we will encounter. For example, when you worked hard to get into college, got your diploma, and went to find a job, you suddenly found out that the boss is your classmate..."

"Yes, it's your classmates who dropped out of school and stayed at home because they didn't want to go to class!"