Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

After the monthly exam, the teachers sorted out the test papers and distributed them to each group for correction. Some subjects that were taken earlier in the exam have been almost corrected and are being scored and registered.

But the sports meeting is coming soon, even if they fail the test, the students still have an attitude of going wild to the sky.Some teachers were planning to beat and beat, when they received a voice announcement about the sports meeting from Zhu Junqun.

"Any teacher should not use excuses such as making up lessons or the weather to occupy the sports meeting—I repeat, no excuses should be used to occupy the sports meeting, and students must not be hindered or discouraged from participating in the sports meeting!"

The director's angry voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone, and the effect was exactly the same as that of the loudspeaker at the gate of the village committee, "The batch of new school uniforms ordered before will arrive at the school soon, and the students in each class will be organized for the day after tomorrow, that is, Registration will be collected in batches on the afternoon of the 20th."

These are the things that were mentioned in the document notice before.

Zhu Jun explained almost all the things that should be explained, coughed twice, and said sternly: "Everyone knows that this year marks the 30th anniversary of the founding of the Fourth Middle School, and there will be many media and alumni visiting the sports meeting. Our enrollment rate has declined year by year, this opportunity is not easy, everyone must seize it, not only to create creativity for the sports meeting, but also to show the spirit of our No. [-] Middle School to journalists and comrades!"

He is usually good at Tai Chi and ambiguity. This time he directly raised the enrollment rate, which is also the pressure from the principal, and it is really urgent.

As the top private high school, No. [-] Middle School has been competing with City No. [-] Middle School and City No. [-] Middle School for more than ten years.

In the past few years, the No. [-] Middle School has put a lot of pressure on the students in order to increase the rate of admission, and this year they really delivered a good result:

A copy for all members of Class A and Class B. In the class of more than 985 people, there are more than 211 well-known [-] and [-]. There are also well-known Qingbei Restoration of Diplomatic Relations and Hong Kong University.

As soon as the news came out, No. [-] Middle School felt pressured.

This year they also tried their best to catch up with No. 38 Middle School. Unfortunately, although the results were there, they were not so fast. A third of the results in No. [-] Middle School would be considered pretty good.Because of this matter, the old Chen from the admissions office was only over [-], and his forehead was bald.

Neither side is easy.

Tang De sighed, and while watching the news of the teacher group, he was thinking about where to start, and how to come up with new ideas and tricks.

Before he could come up with a clue, Zhu Jun sent another message.He clicked on it, and the director's impassioned voice hit his head and face.

"We must blow out our school sports meeting! Blow it to the sky! The children in junior high school must be very envious and itchy in their hearts. They feel that as long as they enroll in our No. [-] Middle School, they will spend three years of high school happily——ah, yes, We have to let them have this idea, even if they cheat, I have to trick all the students in!"

Teachers: "..."

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On the other hand, Song Huai proposed to let Meng Xi go to the school sports meeting, and the reason was very sincere: what did you say when you saw Meng Xi’s sneakers and sneakers under the bed, and they were all clean and new, and thought of Meng Xi’s usual He doesn't wash socks as often as he washes shoes, so he guessed that he must have been a very sports-loving person before.

Meng Xi was very surprised and ignored the phrase "socks". After listening to it, he was very moved.

He has had a hobby of playing basketball since he was a child. When he was a child, Meng Jianguo built him a shooting basket for children in the back garden, and played with him when he had nothing to do.

After growing up, the shooting basket has been upgraded, and Meng Xi has also been exposed to top professional sports such as the NBA. Since then, the room has been covered with posters of James and Jordan.The 360, Li Ning and Nike on the feet are gone forever. The shoe cabinet is full of various versions of AJ, and there are also several autographed basketballs brought back from the auction. At a glance, they are all money. The taste is simply frenzied, men silent and women crying.

However, since the accident happened, he has never touched basketball again. He occasionally touches it at home to satisfy his hunger, but he has never touched it again when going out or in group activities.

Perhaps because of the influence of his family education and family style, Meng Xi felt that making money was not the most important thing since he was a child. People still have to find things they like and live happily in this world.

Later he learned that there is another word called reality.

Who would have thought that Song Huai would understand him.

It is rare to talk about this, and Meng Xi is very excited.

Song Huai's attitude also exceeded his expectations. Not only did he not pour cold water on him, nor did he show any signs of impatience, but he also patiently listened to his heroic deeds in junior high school, which he had been talking about for a long time, and he was right about the registration items for the sports meeting for a long time. .

The two discussed for a while, and finally Song Huai said: "You should choose long-distance running. If you pay attention to it, collisions are less likely to occur."

In fact, there is also the shooting event. Meng Xi was very eager to try it, but when he thought that if he really made a shot, maybe the sports committee would come to hook his shoulders in the next physical education class...

Meng Xi dismissed the idea.

Song Huai was right. After all, it was the last sports meeting that they could take the initiative to participate in during their high school years. It's better not to leave any regrets.

For this, Meng Xi was excited all afternoon, and finally waited until after class, and immediately went to the sports committee to explain what he wanted to sign up for.

The sports committee used to be a little disgusted and afraid of him, but after going through the office battle, his perception of Meng Xi improved a lot, and now he is called Brother Meng along with everyone in the class.

"1200 meters?"

The sports committee was surprised when Meng Xi said that he wanted to register for the running event, "Didn't the registration for the sports meeting end last week? At that time, there were still two people missing for the event, so I went to ask Xueshen that the registration was about to close. Can you go for a walk?"

He paused, and said in a word: "In the end, he said that death is impossible."

Meng Xi heard the words: "..."

At that time, the sports committee was shocked and wondered if he had taken the wrong form, otherwise how could he be so perverted that the student god forced him to die.

"Why do you suddenly want to sign up now?"

Meng Xi: "..."

Why else, of course, a bastard drew a big cake for him and lied to him that the cake hadn't expired.

"Hey, it's too late for you to say this. If I could add a name to you a day or two in advance."

Seeing him as if struck by lightning, the sports committee seemed to have never expected such a situation, and couldn't bear it for a while, "If you really want to go, why don't you ask our physical education teacher? Maybe he can give you a boost?"

"...It's still not necessary."

Meng Xi shook his head, froze for a long time, then left without saying a word.

When he left, he was so distraught that he almost dropped the water glass on his desk.

Hey, how much do you want to participate in the competition?They were all hit like this.

The sports committee felt sorry for him, but he couldn't help because of his limited ability, so he could only click on Xueshen's chat box—or a temporary chat.

There is no way, how many people in the class want to add Xueshen, but they can't add it, they only open a temporary dialogue window, they like to chat or not.

It's very attractive, but it also has the capital to attract.

In fact, they were a little skeptical. Did Xueshen think they were an eyesore lying on the list...

The Sports Commissioner's fingers stopped in the dialog box, and he didn't say anything about the situation. He only said that Brother Meng was not in a good mood, and asked Song Huai to pay more attention.

Song Huai happened to be online. Seeing that he was out of his mind, he sent a question mark.

However, the sports committee did not say anything more.

At this moment, Meng Xi was in a trance and came back after pouring water from the cup. Seeing Song Huai sitting aside, the flame that had been suppressed for half a minute suddenly shot up in his heart, burning his brows sorely—a bang , The cup slammed heavily on the table.

Song Huai subconsciously turned around, only to see Meng Xi turning to him and glaring at him, and a quarter of the water in his water glass was instantly lost, and all of it was fed to the English books on the table.

Rollover in an instant.

Song Huai: "..."

Meng Xi was stunned, and hurriedly took out a paper towel to wipe the water, and then went to wipe the book. The paper soaked in water was extremely weak, and there was a rattling sound when he wiped it—the paper was torn.

He couldn't help but cursed.

It's really unfavorable.

"..."

Song Huai rubbed the center of his brows, subconsciously turned on the phone, thinking about how to make an opening statement.

He has never ordered the skill of consolation, and it is very easy to hit others.

But this seedling will be burned by the fire below, it is better to add less fuel to the fire.

He was hesitating about how to word it, when a message that was changed 2 minutes ago suddenly popped up on the chat page.

Meng Xi: You don't have [heart]

Refresh it again, and the profile picture has also been changed to a picture of a heart pierced by ten thousand arrows.

"..."

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The speed of correcting the monthly exam results is not slow, but it will take a while to enter the school system for database statistics.

After Song Huai finished each subject, he had an idea in mind, and he wasn't worried about such things as grades.As for Meng Xi, although he was talking about mistakes he shouldn't have made, he was trained like a devil during this period of time, and he couldn't be worse.

In addition, after the monthly exam, there will be a period of new lessons to be taught, and the review plan for Meng Xi is also proceeding in an orderly manner. Apart from correcting homework, there is nothing else that needs to be bothered by him.

So for a while, Song Huai lived very comfortably.

But Chen Jin is quite different.

On the first day of school, he was punched in the face, sat in the office complacently for less than an hour, and was reconciled by the head massage.

After he came back, he was not assigned a seat in the front row of the class, so he could only be assigned to the third row from the bottom by Tang Defa, where he sat with a fat boy.

That boy is not very hygienic, and he always has a strange smell on his body. Chen Jin feels that he is living in a garbage dump every day, and his life is very miserable. He is pinching his fingers and waiting for the monthly exam to end, so straight Yaoban and Tang De called to change seats.

After finishing the math and physics exams, he estimated his score and became more confident, walking with a gust of wind.

I just finished all the subjects in the morning, and the first class in the afternoon is mathematics.Everyone in the fourth class knew that Zhao Qianqian changed the test papers very quickly, and it is estimated that the scores have been released and registered by now.The girl sitting right in front of Chen Jin was named Su Wenjing. She wasted a lot of time on calculations during the exam, which caused her to fail to keep up with the big questions and felt a little frustrated.

Turning around now, he saw Chen Kongque's triumphant look behind him, so he couldn't help asking him a question.

Chen Jin used to hate checking the answers with others the most. He enjoyed the moment when he got the test paper and saw the results he wrote were ticked off.

But today is different. Now he needs to quickly establish a good impression in front of his classmates, so he explained the general steps to her for the first time.

Su Wenjing's math foundation is not good, Chen Jin's calculations are good, and her thinking is jumping fast. She heard it vaguely, but she was too embarrassed to ask again, so she had to boast: "You can do such a difficult question." , you must have done well in the exam this time!"

"That's not true." Chen Jin nodded reservedly when he heard the words, "This time due to illness, I didn't perform very well, and the test was relatively low... maybe only around 170 or 180."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at her expectantly.

Su Wenjing: "..."

As soon as this sentence came out, she didn't know whether to praise him for such a high score first, or complain about him pretending to be aggressive, and said that 170+ is a low score.

After all, in the last trial test, Xue Shen got a high score close to full marks. Looking at the invincible players in the whole grade, he didn't see anyone showing off?

I don't know where a 180 has that face coming out.

She froze for a long time, she really couldn't say congratulations or words of comfort, so she simply uttered an oh, and then turned back silently.

Chen Jin choked in his throat and was dumbfounded.

Um?This, this is the end? Are you not surprised by the high score of 180? ?

This score is not much for the whole grade, right?Even the top class is enough to watch, and his writing and steps are extremely neat, how many times his exam papers are used as reference answers or templates, and the whole grade is printed.

This group of people is really ignorant, too blind!

He didn't waste the two-month summer vacation, plus the time off from school to recuperate.

During his stay at home, his father hired him a private tutor. He has already completed the mathematics, physics and chemistry courses in the first semester of the second year of high school.

When the report card comes out, it will definitely blind the eyes of this group of people, let alone that Song Huai who claims to be the number one in the city.

It's so funny, I've never heard of this person's name.

When Chen Jin thought that he could jump to the first or the top three in the class and step on someone under his feet in individual subjects and overall score rankings, he felt a burst of gratification.

He happened to want to go to Zhao Qianqian's office to ask about the score. When he went out the back door, he ran into the black-faced Meng Xi who was about to leave the classroom. Song Huai followed behind him, poking his head from time to time, as if wanting to tell him say.

What is this for?

It looks ugly, could it be that both of them failed the exam?

Chen Jin changed his mind, chased after him, and shouted, "Song Huai!"

Not only did he chase after him, but he also took two quick steps and turned around to block, just blocking Song Huai's path.

Song Huai's eyes blurred, and an annoying face flashed in front of him, and the person who was in the center of his sight immediately disappeared into the aisle because of the delay of two seconds.

He immediately frowned.

"The math score should be out. Do you know how many points you got?" Chen Jin put his hands behind his back, glanced at him, and said arrogantly, "I guess it's 187, but I'm not sure yet. If you're free, we Let's go to Mr. Zhao's office to see—"

"No time, go away."

Song Huai didn't even look at him, and walked away directly.

The author has something to say: Song Huai: Shun up your boyfriend, it's a matter of life and death, don't cue.

Make up for yesterday's update.

Sleepy 5555, let’s go to bed first, I counted the number of words today, it’s probably [-] to [-] more (falling to the ground)