Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

Duan Jiajia went out 10 minutes later than usual and arrived at school a few minutes earlier than usual.

Walking from the school gate, all I heard was about the murder of a female student the day before yesterday.

The gate of No. [-] Middle School is a huge slope with a tree planted in the middle. On the left and right sides of the gate are a large row of bicycle sheds. On one side of the slope is a wall. On the other side of the wall is a residential building. On the other side is a railing. Below the railing It is the No. [-] Middle School playground in Yuankang County that is closest to the standard playground.

Probably for the sake of the sports meeting, several tables have been placed on the rostrum of the playground of No. [-] Middle School.

Cao Xueping was very dissatisfied with the sports meeting. She only asked the sports committee to sign up for a few long jump and [-]-meter running events. She didn't even give them any time to train. It was obvious that the first class would go through it for a formality.

Therefore, Duan Jiajia seems to have no feeling whether the sports meeting will be held or not.

"Jiajia!" Pang Meimei caught up with Duan Jiajia with her schoolbag on her back, holding a fried dough stick in her hand: "Have you finished writing the test paper? I didn't do anything at home this day! I just wrote the test paper. I'm so miserable! "

Duan Jiajia is no better than her. She even wrote more than 2 words and sent out the content of the next issue.

"This is how high school life is." Duan Jiajia patted her heavily on the shoulder: "Three years and we have only spent one month!"

"Ah——" Pang Meimei was already sad, but now she couldn't even eat the fried dough sticks.

"Jiajia, what are you...this is..." Although Pang Meimei looks sweet and chubby, she is a master of science.

In the class, I was in the top three in every quiz in math, and I was also very strong in physics and chemistry, but I was a little behind in Chinese.

She thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it.

It was Duan Jiajia who took over the words and said with a smile: "Killing kills and destroys the heart!"

"Yes, yes! Kill people and kill your heart!" Pang Meimei wailed: "When I think about this day for more than two years, I feel like my flesh is falling off!"

"Isn't that good? Zhang Meijuan can't lose weight even if she wants to." Duan Jiajia took her all the way up the hill, and then her sharp eyes discovered that Li Changhuai was already on the playground.

"Aren't we the only ones in our class who signed up for the project, Zhao Fengyang and the labor committee member? Why is Li Changhuai on the playground?" Duan Jiajia asked curiously.

Pang Meimei ate the last bite of youtiao, balled up the plastic bag, and held it in her hand to find the trash can.

Looking along Duan Jiajia's fingers, he said with an oh, "You were writing something at the time and didn't hear. Before the exam, Lao Cao was probably called by the grade director to say something, and when he came back, he asked the class monitor to sign up for a long-distance run. Otherwise, our class would It seems that he doesn’t support the school’s work.”

"3000 meters?" Duan Jiajia's facial features were ferocious.

In her previous life, when she was in college, she could run 800 meters with her body running ahead of her and her soul chasing after her.

3000 meters?

Can't even think about it.

Pang Meimei nodded and looked over sympathetically: "The monitor is so pitiful!"

In fact, Cao Xueping has considered that since she has already run 3000 meters, she might as well find a girl to run [-] meters.

Thanks to those two, the whole class is happy.

But there was no suitable candidate after searching.

Cao Xueping had noticed Duan Jiajia. Among the girls in the class, although Duan Jiajia was thin, she was tall.Just thinking about the rumors about Duan Jiajia and her stepmother in school, and knowing that she had been hospitalized due to food poisoning during the summer vacation, Cao Xueping gave up the idea.

As a result, Li Changhuai was forced to shoulder the responsibility of showing up at the sports meeting despite being the squad leader on the surface but actually Cao Xueping's nephew.

Duan Jiajia thought about this clearly and nodded heavily: "It's so miserable, monitor! But come on, monitor!"

Li Changhuai’s hard work brings happiness to the whole class.

Rather than going for a run, Duan Jiajia thought it would be better to let this waste of hers sit in the classroom and answer boring questions!

The two looked at each other, covered their mouths and started laughing. In the end, they didn't cover their mouths at all and laughed loudly.

The first day of the sports meeting was sprinting and high jump.

Although the school leaders are not willing to engage in these activities, the higher-ups have spoken out, so they still have to do some superficial work.

Duan Jiajia just led the class to finish their morning reading, and Cao Xueping came in with her preparation books and textbooks.

"If you have a project later, go ahead. If you don't have a project, stay in the class for self-study. When the class has a project, Duan Jiajia, you and several group leaders will write a cheering draft together. Be sure to show up for class [-]'s cheering draft." Cao Xueping Looking at Duan Jiajia, he was entrusted with the important task: "We can't appear on the track and field, we can always appear on the radio station."

This reason is impeccable.

Duan Jiajia also had to admire that Cao Xueping had more countermeasures for the above tasks than students like them.

"Okay." Duan Jiajia nodded.

Afterwards, Cao Xueping warned the students in the class a few more words before leaving in a hurry.

"Wow, Lao Cao really has a way." Pang Meimei shook her head and sighed, her two chubby hands still clapping.

She was also in a key class in junior high school, but the head teacher was not as strong as Cao Xueping.

Several times during open classes, their class was exhausted and had to help the teacher complete tasks.

Duan Jiajia also nodded, took out the letter paper next to him and started writing a cheering note.

This stuff is so easy.

When she was in high school in her previous life, she had to write cheering manuscripts when she didn't participate in sports meets. She could write them with her eyes closed.

Of course, not everyone in the class is indifferent to the sports meeting.

At least Zhao Fengyang is very positive.

"Jiajia, remember to write better for me! I have participated in five projects!" Zhao Fengyang usually looks like he is so energetic that he has nowhere to vent in the class. He can even play on the basketball court in the noon sun. Invite a few people to play ball together.

In September, I smelled the smell of sweat several times in the class, which was emanating from the group of boys.

After the girls' persistent protests, Zhao Fengyang and others would go to the boys' dormitory to borrow a place to take a shower after playing basketball.

In this sports meeting, Zhao Fengyang was the most active one in the class.

"Got it!" Duan Jiajia said in a long voice and started writing quickly.

Pang Meimei took out a few Chinese test papers and continued to write her homework with a sigh.

The radio broadcast in the playground outside was noisy, and the loudspeakers were filled with heavy electric sounds.

The weather in October is still a bit hot, but if you open the windows and doors, there will be bursts of warm wind blowing through, which will make your bones crisp.

At the end of writing, I don’t know whether the heads lying down were working on questions or sleeping.

"Did you finish writing?" Li Changhuai walked up behind her at some point. He held the pieces of letter paper with his slender fingers and said with a smile without looking at it: "I'll send it off when I'm done. If I'm not done, I'll wait."

Duan Jiajia raised her head, and the thin bangs on her forehead were slightly raised, making her bright facial features even more cute.

"You've finished writing, you can take it away." Duan Jiajia put his own together with those of the group leaders.

I heard Li Changhuai lower his voice and say: "Class representative, write carefully when you write for me the day after tomorrow."