Xiaoman

Shang Liangshan gestured to Xia Liang with the slogan which one should be pasted. Han Xuebi sat in the middle of the first row with her back straight and her neck stretched out to listen. Suggestions: two banners on the front and back walls, and three banners on the left and right walls. The students who are leaning against the wall will post them by stepping on their desks.

Shang Liangshan thought it was feasible, and handed all the slogans to Han Xuebi, asking her to arrange it now.

"Now?" Han Xuebi took it over and asked.

Shang Liangshan nodded, and she handed the long banner on the back wall to Xia Liang, then turned her head and gestured to Yutou, telling him to come over and stick the podium.

When Yutou saw Han Xuebi stretching his neck and blending in there, he was ready to work. He was really big and tall. He was a head taller than other children since kindergarten. From elementary school to high school, he moved a stool on the water in the class. This kind of thing has never left him.

As soon as he pushed the table and stood up, Shang Liangshan clapped his hands down: "Those who are against the wall, the table should be moved, and everything on the table should be put away, so hurry up and post it, and the class committee will be selected after posting it."

They were humming and whispering, and when they heard this, they all looked up at him, Shang Liangshan urged impatiently: "Quick!"

Han Xuebi squeezed out of the seat and began to direct in all directions. The whole class was like chickens out of the cage, clucking and moving.

Liu Xiaoman sighed lightly in his seat.

He didn't need to move, he and Xia Liang were next to the window, and there was a wall behind their buttocks.

In fact, there are only a few people in the class who need to move the table.

But Shang Liangshan said so, if someone’s desk doesn’t move a little bit, it’s like he’s not willing to contribute to the class collectively. A class is as lively as a group building, but in fact, all of them are shaking their desks, stretching their necks and hooking their heads. chat wantonly, discuss tomorrow's running exercises.

He put down the pen in his hand and scratched his face, feeling confused about the atmosphere of the whole class mobilization.

——An insignificant thing like posting celebrity quotes, which class can't do it, why do you have to post it now?

That is, the physical education teacher.

A different class teacher in the art group would not be able to do this.

Li Meng was finally able to chat with people openly, and immediately turned around and called him with an "hey": "Liu Xiaoman, do you have to go for a run tomorrow?"

Before Liu Xiaoman could answer, he chased after him again: "Do you usually run away?"

Usually, it refers to running between classes, running in physical education class, and running in sports meeting, etc., all group activities that can involve running on campus.

Liu Xiaoman shook his head.

He has a note specially approved by the teaching office, and he has never met a particularly serious physical education teacher since he was a child, so he insisted on running with the whole class.

"Never run in gym class? Never run?" Li Meng asked.

"Don't run." Liu Xiaoman said.

"My day," Li Meng's deskmate also turned around, "Isn't that flattering? Did you take the physical education test for the high school entrance examination?"

"Oh, they have a policy," Li Meng patted him, "Just what, [-] points."

"Ah." The tablemate opened his mouth, glanced at Liu Xiaoman and stopped talking.

Liu Xiaoman smiled, and took the initiative to pick up the conversation: "Well, we have half the remaining points."

"Half remainder" is a joke.

There is an additional physical education test in their high school entrance examination, with a full score of [-] and a pass of [-]. Students with physical disabilities can be exempted from the test and directly given [-] disability points.At that time, students in every class complained jokingly, saying that they would rather get half of the residual score directly than go to the track to suffer and be ashamed.

After hearing so much, he didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

"It's half and half, it's all the same, there's not much difference," Li Meng said with a flick of his finger and started to turn the book, laughing, "Let me tell you that I was out of my mind at the time and didn't choose 50 meters. In that sitting position, the body was bent forward, and the calf was stretched and twisted, but it did not push out five centimeters, and it was a big loss."

"Then you're such a younger brother, I can still touch the ground when I bend down." Li Meng's tablemate stood up and bent down to touch the ground.

"It's the same as bending forward? I can do it too. Pollengere doesn't even bend!" Li Meng put the book on the table and stood up to touch the ground. It was so inexplicably practiced.

Liu Xiaoman looked at them, his ears were all messed up, and his mind started to wander again.

He naturally felt that running exercises was nothing to him, and when asked by Li Meng and the others, he thought about the "whole class" that Shang Liangshan had repeatedly emphasized just now, and felt that he should ask after class.

If Shang Liangshan said to go, do you want to go for a run?

Liu Xiaoman was stunned by the question.

He really didn't really run on the track.

Li Meng and the others compared each other and touched the ground as if they were worshiping. Xia Liang came back from the podium with the big banner, and when he was approaching Li Meng's desk, he saw no one. Taking another step, Li Meng jumped from under the table and straightened up. Like a big-headed radish jumping up from the ground, it pierced his crotch straight from the forehead.

"Hey." Xia Liang almost stepped on it, and took a step back.

Li Meng was also taken aback. He had just stepped down when he saw a pair of legs coming straight towards him. He thought it was Shang Liangshan. Yisong lay on the table, "I almost got on my knees!"

"It's polite enough." Xia Liang answered smoothly, and continued to walk forward.

Li Meng let out a "hey" and was about to reply when he suddenly realized that it was Xia Liang who had been teasing him, so he turned his head and stared at him in surprise.

Whether you are bored or not is not important.

The important thing is that Xia Liang was amused.

"He can also joke?" He whispered to his deskmate.

The deskmate didn't understand the point of his expression. He dug out a piece of toilet paper from somewhere, and was dryly wiping his hands, saying, "It's not like he doesn't have a long mouth."

"That's not what it means... Forget it, do you have any more paper, give me one." Li Meng patted the ashes on his hands.

That's right, it's not that he doesn't have a long mouth, no matter how much he likes to fight, he can't fight all day long, he still has to get along well with his classmates.

Just looking at the stinky face in the morning, he thought that this gangster was unwilling to accept the new group.

When Xia Liang came to him, Liu Xiaoman leaned over and remembered to make room for him.

Xia Liang didn't let him move, he raised his arm, passed directly over his shoulder, pulled out his chair, put it under the blackboard on the back wall, and stretched the banner twice.

Liu Xiaoman felt that as a deskmate, he should help out, at least he should ask if he needs to pass something, what does it mean.

But I don't know why, if Li Meng posted something, he would definitely speak up; if it was Xia Liang, he just felt a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because he had just witnessed him being kicked, and the unspeakable embarrassment was still lingering in the air.

The key embarrassment is not limited to this level.

Swiping up with his fingers, on the first day he met Xia Liang, he first sat upright on his lap; then he and Fan Yiyang pushed back and forth on his head, Xia Liang fell asleep and almost fell asleep. Er was hit on the head; in the cafeteria, Xia Liang misunderstood that he could eat seven eggs a day, so he didn't mention it; after a long time since we didn't meet, Xia Liang just felt out of breath, and he was kicked on the main road. He saw it.

This inch.

Liu Xiaoman turned his head and glanced at Xia Liang's trousers. The big footprints were gone, and he didn't know if he remembered and photographed them, or Luo Hao and the others saw them and reminded him.

If Luo Hao found out, he might be pointing at Xia Liang's butt and screaming.He thought about that scene and Xia Liang's stinky face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Is there any tape?" Xia Liang asked suddenly.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned, thinking that he should be asking himself, quickly pursed his lips and shook his head, seeing that Xia Liang didn't look back at him, he could only answer: "No."

"Glue?" Xia Liang asked again.

"No." Liu Xiaoman said.

Xia Liang looked back at him and paused: "Where's the double-sided tape?"

Liu Xiaoman shook his head.

The two stood up, sat down, looked at each other wordlessly, and they all remembered that foot on the road.

Xia Liang leaned against the wall, almost laughing out of annoyance.

He did a good job of calculating, and he posted the work to the top one, but he didn't have any shit tools: "It's nothing if you want it, just post it with whatever you want."

...Obviously you have nothing.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him inexplicably, then turned around and called Li Meng, asking if he had tape.

While asking him, he thought to himself, luckily, he didn't directly ask Xia Liang if he wanted help just now, and asked him if he wanted this or that, it wasn't annoying enough.

"Adhesive tape? Yes, I just bought a roll today, so I want to stick it on, right?" Li Meng was happy as long as he didn't go to class, and before Liu Xiaoman could finish his sentence, he dragged his schoolbag up and pawed.

First he took out a piece of candy, and he slapped it on Liu Xiaoman's table.

After pawing twice, he pulled out another piece, he gave a "reliance", muttered "it's a cornucopia", and put it on Xia Liang's table this time.

In the morning, I gave snacks before and after, but I didn't give it to Xia Liang. Now that I think about it, I feel embarrassed.

After taking out another bunch of keychains, he finally took out a brand new roll of adhesive tape from under his schoolbag, tore off half a meter of tape with a "hiss", and asked Xia Liang enthusiastically, "How long do you want? Pass it to you."

"Four corners are fine." Xia Liang gave him a thumbs up, and shook the chair out of the banner again.

"You're welcome!" Li Meng tilted his head and bit it a few times, a small piece of tape was stuck on each of the five fingers, and he didn't delay his speech at all, "Paste more, and save trouble."

Liu Xiaoman felt that his teeth were miraculous, he could bite the cut so neatly, he bit the tape until it was full of saliva, and he couldn't stop pulling for a long time.

"Did you see, Li's unique method of biting tape." Li Meng triumphantly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Liu Xiaoman's eyes, "crashing" like doing it.

Li Meng's deskmate came over to help stick the other corner. He was not as tall as Xia Liang, so he had to step on the table. Li Meng handed the strips of tape to Xia Liang and went over to help him.

Liu Xiaoman looked at the two of them, and then at Xia Liang who was standing on the stool, feeling that he was standing quite securely and there was no risk of falling off.

He didn't say a word, and reached out to grab the handle of the chair.

Xia Liang noticed his small movements and glanced at him from above.

Liu Xiaoman didn't notice, he held the chair seriously with drooping eyelids, feeling that Xia Liang was about to finish pasting and was about to get off, so he retracted his hands, turned around and sat down.

After thinking about it, he took out another piece of toilet paper from his schoolbag, put it on Xia Liang's desk, and left it for him to wipe the chair.

Xia Liang put the chair back, saw the toilet paper and knew it was put by Liu Xiaoman, didn't say anything, picked it up and wiped it twice and sat down, only to find that there was a candy buried under the toilet paper.

Still a fudge.

Crescent orange flavor.

"You let it go?" He asked Liu Xiaoman.

"Li Meng let it go." Liu Xiaoman said.

Li Meng and his deskmate slipped out by washing their hands, Xia Liang said "Oh", and lightly threw the candy on his desk: "I don't eat candy."

The candy fell right in the middle of the exercise book, Liu Xiaoman wanted to say that I didn't want to eat it either, Shang Liangshan slapped the table on the podium to calm down, so he had to put the candy away and shut his mouth.

"When posting celebrity quotes just now, I have been observing, observing the whole class, observing each of you." Shang Liangshan supported the desk and looked around the class, "That's why I want to occupy your class time to do this. "

"Some students are very enthusiastic and active, such as this female student—" He pointed to Han Xuebi, who straightened her back.

"There is also that male classmate," he nodded his head again, "and the few students who are leaning against the wall... ah, they are all very active and take the initiative to do things for the class. As I emphasized, they have Collective sense of honor."

A few more people were mentioned, and Shang Liangshan added emphatically: "Even Xia Liang has done well."

even.

Someone repeated it in a low voice, and the class burst out laughing.

Liu Xiaoman looked at Xia Liang's expression, he held his cheeks, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, there was a faint dimple in the corner of his mouth.

"Quiet, don't laugh." Shang Liangshan cleared his throat and continued, "My standard has never been determined by academic performance. The so-called 'good students' should not only study well, but moral character is actually more important in my eyes."

"And morality is often shown in small things." Shang Liangshan tapped on the podium word by word, and waited for the class to completely quiet down before sticking out a piece of chalk and writing a few big characters on the blackboard.

"Next, select the class committee." He announced seriously.

Shang Liangshan asked students who were interested in running for the election to introduce themselves on stage, and then the class raised their hands and voted to agree or disagree.

It's just like business, in fact, it's just the first day of school, and no one can figure out who's character grades, and everyone raises their hands who goes up.

Han Xuebi successfully ran for the squad leader without any suspense.

For the other literary and art committees, the study committee and the labor committee, Shang Liangshan selected a few students to arrange them, and arranged class representatives based on the scores of individual subjects.

Among them, Yutou holds several positions, being the sports committee, the labor committee and the deputy squad leader.

It was only when he went up to write his name that everyone knew that his name was Yu Shou, not Yutou.

"Anyone else wants to run for any position, come up directly." Shang Liangshan looked at the whole class with encouraging eyes.

Everyone avoided his encouragement in a dull manner, looking forward to the end of get out of class.

Han Xuebi raised her hand to remind: "Teacher, and the disciplinary committee."

"Discipline..." Shang Liangshan scanned through the roster and had an idea in his mind.

"Xia Liang." He flicked the roster and called out.

"Huh?" Xia Liang was swiping his phone, when he heard Shang Liangshan calling him at this time, his scalp went numb, and he almost slipped the phone out of his hand.

The class became interested with "Oh?", turning their heads and looking back row after row.

"You are in charge of discipline, go to self-study every night and tell me about the attendance in the class." Shang Liangshan put his hands behind his back, showing a slightly cunning expression with a slight smile.

"No." Xia Liang categorically refused.

"No, I can't." Shang Liangshan stopped voting at this time and made a decision directly, "I don't want you to do anything, except go to me for evening self-study, and I have to see you every morning for running exercises at [-]:[-]. Be the first to arrive, help me order people, and then take them away."

When mentioning running, the class immediately began to complain again.

Xia Liang sighed, didn't even bother to flick his phone, and threw it into the table bucket: "Please forgive me."

"That's the deal." Shang Liangshan waved his hand, "Go to me honestly tomorrow morning. I'll stress it again. Everyone in the class has to be there, and we don't accept leave."

After finishing speaking, he took another serious look at Liu Xiaoman: "It's the whole class, everyone."

The bell for the end of get out of class just rang, and the three things were settled, so he walked out of the classroom with satisfaction.

Liu Xiaoman felt that he didn't need to ask any more questions, Shang Liangshan already understood what he meant - he could not "enjoy" the privilege of running away in Shang Liangshan's hands.

He finally empathized with the whole class, and initiated Xiaochou.

But the point of worry is still not getting up early and arriving early.

The pen in his hand was still solving the problem on the draft paper, Liu Xiaoman stared at the pen tip in a daze.

He was thinking about the way he ran, it must be very funny.