Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

"The No. 3 winners of the calligraphy competition are Zhang Xiaoxiao from Class [-], Gou Wenxuan from Class [-], and Yangmei from Class [-]."

The host above read out the names of the winners, and immediately there was a burst of applause from below, "These three students are invited to come on stage to accept the awards."

Hang Yiwei frowned, he looked at Shen Xuechu and then at the stage, "Mr. Shen, can you wait?"

"No!" Shen Xuechu said coldly.

Hang Yiwei's expression turned ugly.

"Come out with me!"

"The No. 3 winners of the calligraphy competition are Qin Wen from the first class and Zhang Yuan from the experimental class. Please come to the stage to accept the awards."

There was another thunderous applause.

"Hanghang!" Zhao Xianxian waved at him anxiously.

Qiao Zhuo also looked over eagerly, "Mr. Shen, just wait, it's the same if you talk about it later." Their family's Hanghang must be No.1. It would be a pity if you missed it.

"That's right, Mr. Shen, tell Dahang to come over later."

"Dahang is definitely the number one!"

All the students in Class [-] looked at Shen Xuechu expectantly. He always felt that the class he was leading should be the most loving group of children, and they had the most innocent heart.

However, the reality cannot stand the 'innocence'.

"Next, I'm going to announce the No.1 winner of our calligraphy competition!"

All the students in Class [-] put their eyes on the stage, their jaws raised with pride.Hang Yiwei's eyes lit up immediately, and he suddenly turned to look at the stage; Shen Xuechu felt unbearable when he saw this scene, "Hang Yiwei." Shen Xuechu raised his hand and pressed on his shoulder.

"No.1 is Zhang Yang from our Experimental Class [-]!"

Hang Yiwei lifted it up in one breath and didn't let it fall down. The emotion called disappointment swept up and occupied Hang Yiwei's entire brain overwhelmingly.

No.1, isn't he?

Shen Xuechu put heavy pressure on his shoulder twice, "Come out with me."

Hang Yiwei was already in a daze. He heard Shen Xuechu's voice and suddenly turned around. There were a few red bloodshot eyes in his beautiful peach eyes, "Does Teacher Shen know?"

Shen Xuechu was startled by such Hang Yiwei, "I... this is only the first time, and there will be chances in the future." He was almost speechless by Hang Yiwei's question.

Such a question is equivalent to that Mr. Shen is also working with them.

Hang Yiwei clenched his fists, his head was lowered, and his chest was suppressed.With thunderous applause beside his ears, he stretched out his hand and put Shen Xuechu's hand aside, and rushed out with his long legs.

"Hang Yiwei!"

"Dahang..."

The people in Class [-] felt uncomfortable. They all knew how beautiful Hang Yiwei's handwriting was. Whether it was a pen or a brush, as long as the pen was in Hang Yiwei's hand, he could write a flower on the handwriting.

But the No.1 in the calligraphy competition is actually not Hang Hang!

"No.1's handwriting is so good, why not show it to everyone."

Hang Yiwei's foot stopped suddenly when he was walking at the door.

All the people in class eight who were whispering followed the prestige in surprise.

"By the way, shouldn't the works of those contestants be released, fair and open, that would be great." Xiao Yin hugged his hands, leaned back on the chair, and his narrow eyes were full of jokes.

The complexions of the several winners and directors who were standing on the stage and presenting the awards changed.

Zhang Jian's fat face twitched, then he tugged at the thicker tie that wrapped his neck, cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Students, don't worry, all the works of this calligraphy competition will be released." For the students to visit, there are only a few awards. Those who did not win the competition should not be discouraged. There will be a next time. Our No. [-] Middle School will definitely give every student the opportunity to show their talents. Our school motto ..."

Xiao Yin narrowed his eyes, he was about to stand up when he bowed, Cao Yao next to him pressed his hand, "It won't happen."

Xiao Yin smiled at him, "I know what level Zhang Yang is."

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled Cao Yao's hand down, got up and passed through the seats where the first class of people were sitting, and walked directly to the corridor towards Hang Yiwei who was standing at the door.

Zhong Ming sat on the outermost side and glanced at him, pushed his glasses and ignored him at all.

Xiao Yin strangled Hang Yiwei's neck with one hand from behind, "Come on, let's go out and talk about life."