Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

Take advantage of the fact that you are not tired now and rush to a date with youth...

The boys finished the 100-meter preliminary round, and the girls took the center stage. Li and Ji entered the finals as the first place in two groups with an overwhelming advantage. Ma Shiyi, who was practicing sprinting in the next class, was in the same group with Li. He was half a body length behind Li and finished second in the group. I don't know if he will enter the finals after the results are combined.

There was no suspense about Xu Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhichun in the last few groups. They both ranked fifth in the group and missed the finals. They can go back to class to write cheering articles.

Counting the good results, we held hands and looked for familiar figures in the crowded crowd on the right side of the rostrum.

Because there were too many people running around the playground, non-contestants were driven outside the railing. Gu Ye took out the mask prepared in his pocket, put it on his face, and waved his flowery hands to attract the attention of the crowd. Pei Qiubai, holding the black baseball cap on his head, bounced most of his body from the green protective net of the tennis court, holding the school uniform jacket in one hand, walked into the crowded crowd in the opposite direction, put the jacket on the rosy girl, and pulled up the collar. Seeing this, Mo Zhichun put one hand into the school uniform jacket, and the wrist of the other hand was circled by Pei Qiubai, and walked out of the crowded crowd.

The athletes from Class 18 squeezed themselves into the crowd. Looking back, they saw Xu Xiaoxiao following a boy wearing glasses and walking out of the crowd.

The boy stood in front to lead the way, constantly turning his head to talk to people on his left and right as he walked out of the crowd, with his right hand behind his back, wearing a one-size-large school uniform jacket. A group of little kids followed behind him, bringing out the athletes from Class 18.

The boy shyly pointed to the location next to the protective net, said something to Xu Xiaoxiao, waved his hand, and left towards the sink.

"Come and drink some water and relax. Let's go back to class." Gu Ye had a few bottles of purified water in his arms and distributed them to the students who had just finished the competition.

"Ji Mei, Li Ying, you two are really good. You usually look quiet, but once you get to the playground, it becomes like your own backyard. When the gun went off, I was still counting on my fingers to see when you two would go on the field, but you two finished the race in the blink of an eye. I haven't admired your heroic figures enough."

Lu Xueqin walked in front of the team, walked backwards and looked back to praise the two powerful players in the class.

"Yes, yes, you two are amazing. Tell me, did you two go easy on me in the last physical test of running 50 meters?" Gu Ye joked.

"Don't you have any idea whether to let go or not? The sisters usually give in to you. Why don't you thank the sisters for going easy on you." Xu Xiaoxiao zipped up her school uniform to the top, shrank her neck, and the heat that was blown away by the wind slowly came back.

"Thank you both for not killing me." Gu Ye clasped his fists and bowed to the two athletes.

When there were no competitions, you could either take the opportunity to go to the toilet and try your luck at the fence next to the rostrum, where you might see some attractive handsome men and beautiful women, or go around and eat some melon seeds. Anyway, everyone was busy with their own things.

The head of the first grade class was really unlucky. He drew lots to choose a position, and he got the position opposite the rostrum. Behind him was a hollow green protective net, and in front of him was an empty playground. Class 18 was stuck right next to the circular track, and to send a cheering manuscript, he had to walk around the protective net for 300 meters. He slipped out through the door on the northeast side, learned to restrain himself along the 30-degree, 10-meter-long slope, bypassed the asphalt-paved path in front of the wisteria waterfall, climbed up the 25-story stairs, squeezed through the disorderly crowd, handed the calligraphy paper in his hand to the senior sister who was counting the votes, wrote a number behind the corresponding class, and after everyone left, threw a pile of manuscripts into the cardboard box under the table, waiting for the cleaning lady to collect them.

Lin Jiao found a few acquaintances and handed over hundreds of pieces of calligraphy practice papers that contained the love and admiration of all Lingkong's younger brothers to the senior sister. Among the pile of twisted papers, Lin Jiao's thin gold style was unique and won favor. The senior sister picked a few pieces and read them out during the next high jump and long jump competition.

"To Ling Kong from Class 18 of Senior 1,

Running between the bars/sand pits that point to victory,

Once, twice,

It's your figure passing through the sky,

Whatever the outcome,

We are all your strong backers.

Come on!

Contributed by Class 18 of Senior 1."

Mo Zhichun held the thermos and drank hot water in small sips. He was shocked by the two almost identical cheering articles in a row. He handed the thermos to the back with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand and started coughing.

Pei Qiubai's gentle and powerful palm patted his back, slowly calming his disordered breath. "Drink slowly, don't be anxious. Turn around, let me see if there are gold beads falling from your eyes?"

"You are the one who is losing money." Mo Zhichun suddenly felt a little agitated and stared at Pei Qiubai with red eyes.

"Okay, okay, it's my turn to lose money. You didn't write a cheering article for me, right? If it was like what Lin Jiao wrote, I guess I would just give up tomorrow." Pei Qiubai changed the subject.

"Why are you in such a hurry for tomorrow's game? I'll write it for you during evening study. But Brother Wang said they've bought all the cheering articles for the boys, so you better hope for the best." Mo Zhichun winked slyly. Even rabbits bite when they're angry.

Pei Qiubai's face froze, and then he pulled his cap down, bowed his head and complained: "Sister Zhizhi didn't help me, I am so miserable."

"Sister Zhizhi, I was there to cheer her on for today's game, but you're not willing to help me with this little favor."

"I'm not Sister Zhizhi's little treasure... um." Mo Zhichun covered the thermos cup with the lid and placed it next to the leg of the stool, and Pei Qiubai started talking nonsense.

The mouth covered by the hand was not honest either. The lips rubbed against the girl's palm, opening and closing, expressing the most direct request: Help me.

"Okay, okay, I won't let anyone in the class write cheering articles for you tonight, okay?" Mo Zhichun quickly withdrew his hand.

"Sister, don't you want to write a cheering article for me? I wrote one for you. Do you want me to read it to you?"

He pulled out a blue A4 notebook from the bag at his feet and turned the pages with his slender white fingers, ready to spread out his youthful thoughts under the sun.

"Write, write, write. They are not worthy of writing for you, so I will write for you." He has a lot of problems at a young age. He must have become less intelligent after staying with the three idiots for a long time.

"If it's written for me, then it's mine. I'll give you another one when you come back from vacation." Mo Zhichun held the boy's wrist, snatched the notebook and held it in his arms.

"I want the same pink notebook. I have it in the hole of my desk in the classroom. I'll give it to my sister when I get back."

Pei Qiubai's smile was hidden under his hat. My sister is so cute.

No matter how talented he was in flying, he was still no match for the athletes who had trained for years. He took two bronze medals from the rostrum, holding Lin Jiao's hand, and was surrounded by his younger brothers and returned to the classroom.

There were no athletes from Class 18 participating in the afternoon competition, so after taking a nap, I went to the classroom to get a few test papers from the holiday and started doing them first.

When the grade director was on patrol, the class was as quiet as a chicken, there was no garbage in the class area, and there was nothing wrong to find.

"Play when studying, study when playing, your class is outstanding, right? Collect the papers and write some encouragement." The deputy head teacher couldn't sit still when the neighbor's neighbor class 16 just collected a few romance novels. He couldn't afford to offend the young masters and young ladies from rich families with such a big temper, but what could he do to a group of poor students?

"What you said is not right. Our class doesn't have any competition this afternoon, and the deadline for submitting cheering articles is 1:30. We can only watch the shot put event here, and we can't study." The teacher who was sitting in the back row of the class and watching Guo Nan write his English paper stood up and refuted.

"Dean, he is discriminating. You have to ask him to apologize to the students in our class..." The old class teacher started to curse the grade director again.

"Old Xu, you are wrong in this matter. There is nothing wrong in doing some homework when you have nothing to do. Look at the second grade students across the street, they are in a mess and have even been criticized by the principal." The grade director glanced at Deputy Director Xu behind him.

"I'm sorry, teacher, your tone was not good just now." After saying that, he quickly walked out of the playground.

"Lao Meng, I love you! Muah." Wang Can blew a kiss to the grade director, who was so scared that he quickly turned around and left. The following classes actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise and temporarily avoided punishment and review.