Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

At eight o'clock in the morning, all the students in the school, wearing full school uniforms, gathered in the southeast corner of the playground.

According to the order of grade, accompanied by marching music, they entered the venue one by one.

Principal Tang Zhiqiang sat on the rostrum and graded the orderliness of each class as the initial score for each class's sports meeting.

Song Pan'er's class was the first to enter the first grade of junior high school. Song Pan'er held up her class card and stepped on the rhythm, standing still.

After the last class of second grade walked about ten meters away, Yan Bin gave the order: "Let's go together!"

The whole class marched forward in unison.

The school announcer's introduction sounded on the radio, "Now walking towards the rostrum is the square team of the first grade of junior high school."

As soon as the announcer finished speaking, Yan Bin shouted a slogan: "Get ready!"

"Unite and help each other to create brilliance together; in the first grade of junior high school, I am the strongest."

A group of energetic young people shouted slogans at the top of their voices throughout the campus.

"Goose-step!"

After the slogan was shouted, they walked just in front of the rostrum. The students turned to walking forward. Song Paner turned the class card in his hand towards the rostrum. Yan Bin raised his right hand to salute the rostrum.

After the entrance ceremony, the students began to complain that the soles of their feet were numb.

The students sat down in their seats and waited for the principal's opening speech.

Song Pan'er sat in the first row of the class and didn't listen to what Tang Zhiqiang said. She was only thinking about the cheering manuscript she would give to the radio station later.

She has only one task today, which is to write slogans.

After all, he is several years younger than others, and his height and weight do not give him an advantage, so it would be embarrassing not to play.

Yan Bin was not too tired. He signed up for many events, including high jump, long jump, 200-meter individual, four-by-200-meter relay, and a 1,000-meter long-distance race.

The opening speech lasted about ten minutes, and Tang Zhiqiang finally announced: The sports meeting begins now!

The students cheered instantly and the atmosphere was high.

At each competition venue, roll call began and number plates were distributed.

"Yan Bin, hurry up, the roll call is coming over there."

The class life committee member came running from a distance, passing news back and forth to the class.

At this time, the announcement also rang: "Please come to the first grade of junior high school and participate in the men's 4*200 meter relay to gather at the starting point of the track."

"Brothers are leaving."

Yan Bin stood up from the back row, took off his school uniform jacket, and took the lead to walk forward in a short-sleeved style.

After walking only a few steps, I suddenly stopped again. I forgot to put the school uniform in my hand on the seat. It seemed that turning back would damage my morale. I thought about it and shouted: "Little one, continue on."

Throw it directly to Song Paner.

Song Pan'er, who was writing slogans with her head down, was covered up.

"It's so annoying!"

Song Paner took off the roll and put it on the table grid.

With a messy head of hair, he continued to bite the end of his pen and think of slogans.

"Song Pan'er, how many have you written? Our boys' relay race is about to start. Give me a few first and I'll send them to the radio station to cheer for our class."

Li Rui dragged a girl and ran over, threw herself in front of the table, and started to pull Song Paner's pen.

"Um, uh, uh, uh, I know it's uh, didn't the teacher ask you to write slogans with me? Why are you running around to watch the excitement?"

Song Pan'er grabbed all the slogans written in the desk grid and put them on the table. There were about a dozen slogans on each piece of paper.

"Oh, does it take a lot of work for a capable person? I believe in your strength and you can definitely complete the task alone. I'll go and see you off first!"

Li Rui ignored Song Paner's rolling eyes, grabbed the note, dragged the girl and ran away again.

"Let me write a few for you!"

Xu Yan, the eldest sister in the dormitory, came over, sat next to Song Pan'er, picked up a pen and started writing slogans.

Song Pan'er gave a flattering smile, "You are still reliable."

Song Pan'er still felt that Xu Yan was not enough, so she took out a handful of torn notes and forced them directly on the other girls in the dormitory.

"Quick, there are pens over there. Let me help you write a few words. Can you bear to see my eldest sister helping alone?"

The roommates wailed.

"Whatever howl, the eldest sister helped write it, and I, the youngest, also wrote it. If you don't write it, you are disrespecting the elderly and caring for the young."

Song Pan'er was also shameless. She wanted to watch the game but didn't want to write slogans, so she resorted to ruthless tactics and dragged all the girls in the dormitory to write them for her.

The playground was very lively. Students from more than 20 classes were sitting around the playground, chattering.

Even if they are not competing with their own classmates, they are still on the field, looking for a classmate they like and cheering him loudly.

"Hey, look, that boy is so handsome!"

Over there in the second grade of junior high school, a girl clasped her school uniform cuffs around her mouth and pointed in one direction.

The girl with slanted bangs next to her immediately came over, "Where are you? Where are you?"

"There, the third runway, the boy in white short sleeves."

"Oh! He's quite handsome. Let's see which class he returns to later."

"Why do you want to write him a love letter?"

"Get out! Don't talk nonsense."

The two of them were laughing and joking with each other.

After Song Paner assigned the task of writing slogans, she felt relaxed.

Ignoring the rolling eyes of the roommates, they folded their arms and waited to watch Yan Bin and the others compete.

"Why are you rolling your eyes? There is no distinction between high and low in revolutionary work. How can you be picky? You write well. If I have a loud voice, I will add -"

Shameless Song Pan'er was still brainwashing her roommate with strong words, when the starting gun went off.

Song Paner immediately changed her words, "Come on! Come on, class one!"

"Tch~ You are so quiet, why are you still working hard? The second class has covered you, look at me..."

The roommate put down the pen and paper and cleared his throat.

"Come on, squad leader, go for it!"

He used the table as a drum and made paper, pens and water bottles fly everywhere.

"Rush quickly, squad leader, come on."

"Don't let him pass, come on."

The classmates in the class shouted until their throats almost broke, but Song Pan'er couldn't shout.

However, what she wanted to shout came out from the radio.

"The following is a cheering note from Class 1, Class 1, Class 1, Song Pan'er. The east wind blows and the war drums beat. Who is Yan Bin from Class 1 afraid of?"

Yan Bin, who was sprinting with all his strength, almost laughed. Is this the cheering slogan that Song Pan'er, a talented writer, came up with?

After holding his breath, he passed the baton to the next person. Then he burst out laughing breathlessly.

After listening to the slogan on the radio, the eldest sister in the dormitory silently put away the pen in front of Song Paner.

The students had no time to denounce Song Paner and quickly cheered for the second best student.

However, as if to oppose everyone, the announcer read out all the cheering notes for her class.

"The following is also a cheering note for Song Pan'er from the first grade of junior high school. The first grade of junior high school is not easy. There is a sunspot running down the mountain. Why do you come down the mountain? You want to win a mountain of trophies."

"Hurry up and catch up, hurry up and catch up, the first class of junior high school will fly away immediately, you run first, you run first, anyway, you will stumble and fall."

Heizi didn't have Yan Bin's concentration and staggered, allowing other students from behind to pass him.

"Song Academic Committee! What did you write?"

"Hurry up, someone go to the radio station and get the cheering manuscript back."

The Sports Committee ran to the front row and roared loudly, which made Song Paner's ears buzz.

There were roars of laughter from other classes, and some people who were close to her looked over here, wanting to see who Song Pan'er was. Was she sent by monkeys?

The acting head teacher sitting in the back row also regretted that he was blind and picked a spy from another class to write a cheering note.

Song Pan'er knew what was going on and kept silent, pretending to be quail.