After handing over the system, the state forced me to study

Ever since he took over the task of the system's school sports meeting, Lu Xingyao's normal routine is to leave school for training in the afternoon and go home to study in the evening.

Day after day, the school sports meeting is coming.

Before that, the second and second class of senior high school still need to prepare for the performance of the square team.

At the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting, each class formed a square team to enter the arena is already a must-have program for Jiang City No. [-] Middle School.

In order to reduce trouble, after a vote, the second class of the second grade of senior high school decided to just hold cards and shout slogans.

Compared with the bells and whistles of other classes, such as dancing, cosplay, and exotic costumes, the performance of the second class of senior high school can be regarded as non-distinctive and quite satisfactory.

But that's what the class wanted to see.

Some people also had other opinions, wanting to make it more grand, interesting, and distinctive, but they were all suppressed.

These students finally accepted the fact that this show has no features at all.

This is also the result that Lao Feng wants to see.

I'm getting old, and I don't want to have to deal with these young people so much.

"Very good, the show is decided. Our class still needs to choose a student who will hold a placard. Is there any student who wants to participate?"

After Lao Feng said that, seeing the expressionless faces under the podium, he knew that there would be no answer to this question in the end.

He added, "Or any student you want to recommend can raise a placard."

As soon as these words came out, everyone changed from the previous expressionless and quiet as a chicken.

"Recommender, this is what I'm best at."

"Who do you want to recommend? Chen Hao?"

Chen Hao, who was sitting near the two, suppressed the smile on his face, pretending not to be moved by them, but his waist straightened even more, and he shouted wildly in his heart: choose me, choose me.

"How is that possible? For recommending people, of course it's up to me, God Lu."

"Yes, your kid has a future."

Hearing this conversation, Chen Hao's waist instantly collapsed, and he gritted his teeth and muttered: Lu Xingyao, it's you again.

This is the enemy of life.

"Is there? Is there anyone you want to recommend?" Old Feng asked again.

"Teacher, I want to recommend God Lu." A classmate raised his hand and stood up.

"I recommend it too."

"Me too."

"..."

The endless voices came, which made Lao Feng also interested in this title.

"God Lu? Tell me." Lao Feng supported the podium with his hands, imitating what the students said, and said with a smile.

"Ah?" Lu Xingyao, who was still hurrying to make up for the Olympic math, raised his head. Isn't he the recommender? Why call him?

And what's the matter with you, old Feng?Kissing, huh?Do you still have a bit of professionalism as a class teacher?

Hearing that Lu Xingyao was named, Li Jiahao was about to laugh like crazy, picked up a pen and poked Lu Xingyao's back, "I'm calling you God Lu."

Lu Xingyao glanced back quietly, and said, "Get lost."

This word has no deterrent effect on Li Jiahao, and he is immune to it after hearing it a lot.

"Teacher, I don't think it's very good." Lu Xingyao gritted his teeth, pushed the chair and stood up.

"First of all, I feel that I have never experienced this kind of thing before. I will be very nervous, afraid of making mistakes and embarrassing our class. Secondly..."

Lu Xingyao began to analyze the disadvantages of his placards in various ways.

"Oh~"

At this time, the class began to boo. They can recommend it, but they can't.

Here comes the reverse psychology.

"It's okay, God Lu, we believe in you."

"Teacher, I think it's fine."

"Old Feng, bah, teacher, I think it's fine too, so he's the one."

"I didn't want to recommend it at first, but God Lu, I want to recommend you after you say that."

"..."

Lao Feng didn't answer, just smiled and watched the students booing.

Lu Xingyao was neither standing nor sitting.

After finishing talking, Lao Feng didn't speak, what was he thinking?Lu Xingyao felt a little embarrassed.

These booing voices reached his ears, and he followed the voices one by one and looked at them one by one, with a cold face, really a bit bluffing.

The booing voices gradually died down, and under the threat of Lu Xingyao's eyes and cold face, it was difficult for everyone to say anything more.

What caught Lu Xingyao off guard was that he finally waited until Lao Feng spoke, but the result was not what he wanted.

Lao Feng directly made a decision on the person holding the placard: "Okay, that's the decision, Lu Xingyao, you come to raise the placard, and you can cooperate with everyone to train together."

"Ah?" Lu Xingyao couldn't believe it, was it so unprovoked?

Old Feng didn't feel the meaning of Lu Xingyao's appeal at all, and directly ignored his hesitancy to speak, and said calmly: "Ah, what? Alright, sit down."

Lu Xingyao was speechless, and sat back on the chair sullenly. Feeling the continuous gaze from all around, Lu Xingyao really wanted to say "Thank you" to them.

-

The school sports meeting is coming soon. This grand event of the whole school is naturally expected by every teacher and student.

Lu Xingyao, as the person holding the placard, naturally had to dress neatly and generously. For this reason, Lu Xingyao specially went to buy a new shirt and suit pants that were the least error-prone.

This is also the result of the whole class discussion.

Lu Xingyao felt that he was actually just a tool man.

But to be honest, trying on clothes or something is really very, very troublesome.

He went to the clothing store with his mother.

After trying on the clothes, Lu Xingyao was almost bored to death by saying "the clothes are too long", or "the clothes are a bit see-through", or "the clothes are too big", "looks old-fashioned", etc. , Mother is still happily choosing clothes for him.

"..."

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking.

He really wanted to say: "Forget it, that's it, just anything."

With his youthful appearance, he looks photogenic in any clothes, okay?

These words were not uttered in the end, and Lu Xingyao dared not say a word, frightened by his mother's eyes.

On the day of the school sports meeting, Lu Xingyao didn't directly wear the shirt and suit pants he bought to school. He washed them, but he really didn't like this kind of restrictive clothing.

He still prefers looser, more casual clothing.