Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Jian Ze'an didn't expect that the representative of the Chinese language class handed in the words he made up casually without any help, and he didn't expect that the host actually read them—shouldn't they be screened or something? , the result actually caused such a big reaction.

He coughed, pretending not to hear Song Xiyun's irony: "Is it? It's exciting, isn't it? Do you feel that running is particularly motivating?"

Song Xiyun smiled on the surface: "I almost lost my temper before I started running."

"Uh. It's okay. It's fair for you to be upset and others to be upset. And now, your popularity in the whole school will instantly increase."

Song Xiyun gritted her teeth: "So what do I have to thank you for?"

Jian Ze'an was serious, with a reserved expression: "It's not necessary, I don't want you to thank me."

The classmates who heard the two of them coming and going around laughed again.Song Xiyun herself was amused, she threw the rice cake given to her by the class committee across the front from Hong Chuanglei, and threw it towards Jian Ze'an: "Get out!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jian Ze'an took the bag of rice cakes that flew over steadily, raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows to show a bright smile: "Thank you sister for the reward."

Putting others aside, it may be unavoidable to talk like this, but he is refreshing and handsome, with a small dimple on one cheek when he smiles, as if filled with honey, and the clean boyish voice is still pleasing even if he chokes his throat to make people laugh. No one can get angry.

Song Xiyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Who rewarded you? My crispy rice is still here."

"Hey——" Jian Ze'an responded with a long tune, and poked Hong Chuanglei at the front, "Hand it over to Sister Yun."

Seeing that he really wanted to pay it back, Song Xiyun didn't want it instead: "Just kidding, no need, I don't want to eat after running just now, you can eat it." Turning her head and walking back to her seat, there was still a smile on her face when she turned around. smiling.

Hong Chuanglei turned his head in front of Jian Ze'an, tsk-tsk: "Brother An, you're awesome. You play tricks on girls. Hey, you said you wrote the cheering words on purpose, so that Song Xiyun can pay attention?"

Jian Ze reassuredly said, what the hell is this brain opening?Now I'm all focused on studying, and I have a little time left to think about the plot knife hanging above my head, so I don't have time to think about flirting with girls.

He was about to turn back, when Lin Xiao spoke first: "You must be like you, how can you be so full of attention to attract girls?"

"Brother Xiao, don't you understand this? Don't look at you among our boys, there are many fans screaming for you on the court, but those girls, seeing a handsome boy can be excited , if you really talk about falling in love, you may not be as good as An Ge!

"Brother An is amazing. Let's say there are eight hundred cheering words, and everyone is tired of listening to them. The whole school has noticed this part of Brother An, and Song Xiyun. It's not embarrassing to laugh at all. On the contrary, it's quite fun. Just say, which girl doesn't like the attention of so many people?

"Perhaps the group next to her was booing just now, and Song Xiyun is also a bit petty, but look at our brother An's appearance, is it that group of girls who are howling like wolves...Little milk dog? Or a little wolf dog? Smile, Acting coquettishly, Song Xiyun lost her temper at all, and even gave Brother An a bag of crispy rice. She must be very impressed with Brother An. Brother An's tricks are so spicy!"

Hong Chuanglei shook his head and analyzed for a while, one set of one set.

If it weren't for Jian Ze'an himself knowing in his heart that he really just saved a few random sentences to deal with errands, he would really believe it.

At this moment, Lin Xiao turned to look at him, as if he wanted to find out if he was a scheming boy, Jian Ze'an was a little nervous:

"Where is this going? It's a pity that you don't want to write novels and make movies with your brains, Leizi. Maybe you will be a talented writer and director in the future. Lin Xiao, what do you think of me? I wrote everything according to what you said—" ——Use more adjectives, use more metaphors, it is best to use parallelism, and then describe in detail how to run fast... I can strictly follow the instructions."

Hong Chuanglei's eyes of admiration at Jian Ze'an were instantly "transplanted" to Lin Xiao, with a look of "So you are the father!".

Lin Xiao recalled Jian Ze'an's cheering words for a while, and recalled it, and glanced at him with a half-smile: "The idea I gave you, the finished product you wrote... That's it? I asked you to write missiles." gone?"

Jian Ze'an was still trembling at this moment: "You don't understand this, do you? You taught me a parallelism just now, and I'll teach you a trick here: advance! You asked me to compare people to deer, and then I compared people to deer. Compared to the wind, this speed has a progressive relationship. The metaphor in the third place must be compared with something faster! What is faster than the wind? I thought about it, isn’t it missile?"

Lin Xiao: "..."

Lin Xiao was silent, while Hong Chuanglei, who had never failed in Chinese, pondered for a while, and applauded: "Brother An is well said! As expected of Brother An, who has studied hard recently, he is educated."

Lin Xiao glanced at him inexplicably, and then looked at Jian Zhe'an: "Be good, shut up, Leizi's language... don't lead him into the ditch again."

The three of them chatted for a while, but they couldn't stand the sun and their mouths were dry. They each used their school uniforms to block the sun and played with their phones.

As soon as Jian Ze'an checked the V letter, he found that Cheng Zichen had sent him a message.

[Just now you wrote the 50-meter refueling manuscript for the girls in your class? 】

Jian Ze'an was surprised, how could Cheng Zichen know?Who can he ask?No, Cheng Zichen doesn't seem like someone who would pay attention to such things?

He immediately replied: [It's me... how do you know? 】

The other party replied quickly: [Look at the school forum. 】

forum?

There is a forum in No. [-] Middle School, but it is not large in scale, and there are usually few people posting. It is only active every year when there are major events and breaking news.

Jian Ze'an opened the forum and found that today's forum is actually quite lively.Probably because, except for the third year of high school, the whole school is holding sports games - the junior high school is in another campus opposite, but it is also holding sports games.

With a swipe of his finger, he immediately saw a bunch of new posts marked "New".

[The high-definition big picture of the sports meeting will be updated in real time! (Multi-picture traffic should be entered with caution)]

[Which genius wrote the 21-meter cheering words for the girls in Class 50?too funny right? 】

【Like a tornado rushing from the sea all the way, like a scud missile sprinting across the vast land】

……

Jian Ze'an stared at these titles, speechless.I really don't know when the whole school is so free.He clicked on the post "[Like a tornado rushing from the sea all the way, like a Scud missile sprinting across the vast land]".

On the first floor, the host laughed wildly, retelling the cheering words written by Jian Ze'an verbatim, and then sincerely said: the cheering words written by the senior class 21 are simply "amazing", and the voice of the host who usually sounds ordinary They all seemed very bold.

There have been dozens of replies to this post in such a short time.

There was a series of copy-and-paste [hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha] in front of it, and then people began to ask:

[This cheering speech is absolutely perfect, which master in Class 21 wrote it? 】

Someone later replied:

[I'm in Class 21, this cheering speech was written by Jian Ze'an from our class. 】

Seeing this, Jian Ze'an couldn't help but look murderous: There is a traitor in the class!

With a swipe of his finger, and then scrolling back, this group of school classmates actually started talking about him like this:

【Who is this? 】

[Jane Ze'an?That good-looking guy with a dimple when he smiles?It seems that after school, I often see him playing with Lin Xiao on the playground. 】

[Jian Ze'an, I know, I'm in Class [-] and [-] of high school, he plays well with many people in his age, he's good at playing games and basketball. 】

[Wow, I also remembered it when I said that, she looks very clean in vain and tender, I whispered that I love him and Lin Xiao's CP.Don't be too sweet with tacit cooperation on the court, passing the ball with each other, hooking shoulders and smiling at each other off the court! 】

[I don't love the CP around me, but it can be seen that Jian Ze'an and Lin Xiao really have a good relationship. They are inseparable from Mengmeng. They always stay together after class, lunch, and playing ball.But Jian Ze'an is very popular, not only with Lin Xiao. 】

Having said that, naturally there are also those who are not interested in Jian Ze'an.

[A group of ladies who only know how to look at their faces.Class 21 high.From the beginning of the first semester of senior high school, classes are divided according to grades. Looking at the class, you can tell that this person is a scumbag. No wonder he can write nonsense cheering words. 】

[Can Jian Ze'an be compared with Brother Xiao?Brother Xiao is a member of the school team of the genuine basketball team. Jian Ze'an's height has no fate with the school team in this life, that is to say, Brother Xiao is willing to play with his followers, and occasionally play with him after school. 】

【…】

Jian Ze'an didn't think much after reading these, he is not money, it is impossible for everyone to like him, the only thing that is speechless is whether this group of people are too idle to talk about him.

Looking back, I still wonder if he likes Song Xiyun, so I wrote this kind of cheering words to attract girls' attention.

... This brain hole is from the same school as Hong Chuanglei.

But it's also a group of alumni who don't know each other when they have nothing to do when they have a sports meeting, and they can chat enthusiastically if they have something to do, and Jian Ze'an doesn't care too much.

What he was curious about was, how did Cheng Zichen go to the forum?No matter how you think, the other party is not someone who knows how to browse the forum.

He asked Cheng Zichen in the V letter:

[Why didn't I know you would still go to the forum? 】

The news from the other side came back quickly:

[The students in the class talked about the post, and even mentioned you, so they took a look. 】

[Your class...do you gossip like this? 】

Jian Ze'an was quite surprised, and thought that Xueba would keep his ears to the outside world and only read the books of sages.

[What unrealistic imagination do you have for the first class?They are all classmates of about the same age, so why can't they gossip. 】

Well, maybe he was thinking too much, and he always has some filters for Xueba?I thought it was Cheng Zichen who spent his spare time pursuing technological progress and human development.

...But let alone, even Cheng Zichen would send him a message because he read the forum.

Just as he was about to reply, Cheng Zichen sent another message:

【They said it was your way of chasing the girl who ran 50 meters, and they said it was quite ingenious. 】

Jian Ze'an was almost choked to death by the saliva, and his fingers quickly replied:

[What is this all about?It was a task arranged by Lao Liang for the few of us to write cheering words!I was assigned to this project.The classmates in your class... have a lot of brains. 】

There was no new message for a while, so Jian Ze'an went to the forum again, but Cheng Zichen sent a new message, this time in voice:

"You were arranged by the teacher to write a cheering speech? It seems that you have worked hard recently, and the teacher trusts you. Speaking of which, since you were young, this is the first time that your manuscript has been read aloud by the whole school, right?"

Jian Ze'an was speechless for a moment.Cheng Zichen spoke so formally, as if he had written an award-winning model essay to be read aloud by the whole school, but it was actually just a cheering speech.

Just as he was about to reply, Cheng Zichen sent another voice:

"I'm going to prepare to run the men's 1500, how about you write me a cheering speech?"

The author has something to say: Little Jane, a literary genius.