let loose

The two-day midterm exam was over, and the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting was a rare sunny day.In every corner of the campus of No. [-] Middle School, there are students who have traveled through ancient and modern times and dressed in strange clothes.

In one second, I passed by a young lady wearing a beautiful Hanfu with an elegant smile, and in the next second, I bumped into the cool and handsome gentleman in a suit, Leng Dunan, just like a large-scale drag show.

The hot posts on the school post bar are all related to the sports meeting, and among them, eight out of ten are about clothing styles, and the content can be described as varied.

The opening ceremony officially started at 08:30. The process was very simple. All grades and classes walked into the square formation, and walked around in front of the rostrum to show their youthful vitality.Accompanied by the athletes' march, the first graders entered the arena.

All the phalanxes in the second grade stood on the side of the basketball court in class order and waited to enter.

Chu Xiaonan walked into the basketball court while chatting with several class teachers, smiling.She is wearing a sportswear today, tied with a high ponytail, full of energy, and looks several years younger.

Walking to the basketball hoop where the sixth team was located, facing more than 30 plumbers and mushroom heads, she couldn't help laughing out loud, holding her stomach and laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up for a long time.

Class six's clothes are prepared by the girls. In order to match the funny theme of the podium performance show in this class, the clothes are also close to eccentric.

Girls wear a red sweater overalls and a red hat, a perfect cosplayer Mario the plumber.Boys are relatively normal, loose black thin sweater, very conventional style, with a super big 6 printed on the back, if you ignore the mushroom pattern beret.

What a bunch of cute creatures.

"Sister Nan, show some face, at least don't laugh so loudly, and restrain yourself a little bit." Zheng Qiran caught the brim of the beret with his index finger and twirled around, shaking his legs, obviously broken.

Chu Xiaonan smiled and waved her hands, "It's okay, it's so cute, poof..."

"This hat is so stupid," Zhang Jin complained, "Seriously, girls?"

"How cute, isn't it, how cute." Yang Luoluo lowered her head and straightened the buttons of her suspenders. She didn't forget to ask the girls to praise, "The boys in Grade 6 are the cutest!"

"You're welcome." Chu Qingci cupped his hands and bowed, "It would be cuter without this hat."

As the class monitor, Song Mian stood at the front of the line holding up the class card of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. He blatantly did not wear a mushroom hat, and only wore a red headband on his forehead. His thin bangs were softly draped over the headband. Coupled with the slightly arrogant expression on his face, the visual effect is very cool.

Standing behind him is Jiang Zhou with a slumped face and a class flag.

Jiang Zhou is not a showy person, but if he stays in the phalanx and enters the arena, he must wear that stupid mushroom hat.Between mental retardation and being in the limelight, he chose to be in the limelight without hesitation.

Many girls in the surrounding classes all cast their eyes on the front row of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

Standing in the sun, the tall and tall young man, even if he mixes with the crowd, is still a dazzling existence, as if he has been dyed with youth.

In these bold or shy gazes, I don't know when and where, I stepped into the secret memory of some young girl.

In crowded places, Song Mian habitually has a cold face, only occasionally pretending to turn his head casually, glanced at Jiang Zhou, met his face as frozen as three feet of ice, and looked him up and down After a circle, he flicked his tongue, squinted his eyes and made a mouth shape: "Handsome."

The god of learning has a hard heart, and vowed to stick to the walking freezer figure to the end. Facing the flirtatiousness of the person in front of everyone, he didn't respond in the slightest.

After entering the field in the first year of high school, the second year of high school, starting from class one of the second year of high school, lined up in order to walk over to the football field.

"Honey, after watching for a long time, I finally saw a more mentally handicapped figure than our class."

In the team, some boys breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is someone who is more childish than Mario, where is it?" Someone asked hastily.

"Class [-], minion, see you?"

"Minions are farts." Another person said, "The class next door is 90 degrees from the lower right corner, class 14, men's cheongsams and women's suits, how about you compare?"

"I have a question, the lower right corner of the class next door is 90 degrees, what angle is it?"

"Tsk, are you an idiot? Don't you know how to go directly to class 14? It's just a matter of turning your head."

"Fuck, the strange knowledge has increased again, and the sports meeting can still be so fucking fun."

Obviously, the school's relaxation of the structure of the school sports meeting has allowed these students to completely let themselves go.

The entire football field is filled with all kinds of voices, slogans, radio music, laughter, voices, which make people excited.

With the end of the performance of the fourth class, the fifth class neatly entered the rubber runway in the style of the Republic of China, shouting slogans while walking, and the voice was obviously stronger than the previous classes.

Chu Xiaonan said to the students in Class Six: "Don't worry, don't be nervous, wait for you to come back, come on!"

"Come on, kids!"

The radio station is located at the entrance of the football field, Ye Qing is reading the host script over there, seeing that the students of Class [-] are about to play, he quickly clenched his fists to cheer the children on.

"Don't worry, Class Six is ​​the worst!"

Several boys in the back row shouted in unison.

After the sun appeared for a short while, it went back under the clouds and probed its head, trying to get out.The performance of Class Five came to an end, and the classes that had already walked on the football field began to applaud sparsely.

"Get ready." Song Mian turned around and gestured to the team, "Raise the banner."

The ones holding the banner were Xu Xiao and Yang Luoluo. The two girls were of similar height and stature. They held up the banner very seriously, and their eyes were unprecedentedly firm.

Before Song Mian turned her head back, she and Jiang Zhou looked at each other for a moment. In that almost negligible moment, Song Mian seemed to see Jiang Zhou nodding to him.

But Song Mian didn't have time to think too much, it was time for Class Six to enter.

The phalanx walked neatly. Facts have proved that Mario's appearance is naive and naive, but it is undoubtedly the easiest to hit people's hearts.

Immediately, whistling and booing came from the sidelines of the football field, and many girls called it so cute.

Walking to the rostrum, Zheng Qiran led everyone to shout slogans, and the banners also read:

"Competing for the king in the [-]-meter race, cutting through the waves! The lonely shadow shuttles through the room, and Class Du Six is ​​the best!"

The catchphrase was thought up by Song Mian. Ever since he won the title of Contemporary Poetry Grass because of a review book, Song Mian's talent has been unanimously praised by the whole class.

Song Mian himself did not follow the slogan, which is really shameful.I don't know if Jiang Zhou followed the chanting, but he pricked up his ears, and the deafening voices of students from Class [-] could be heard, and he couldn't tell which one belonged to Jiang Zhou.

my hands don't belong to my head now

One gesture per second, I don't belong to this earth

My feet turn, I spread my wings

Let's shababa...

After the slogan was read, it was performance time. With the play of funny and playful music, all the girls in class six raised their right hands and looked carefully. They held a silver wrench in the white glove they raised. butt.

The girl held up a wrench and tapped the boy's mushroom cap lightly, knocking, bouncing, tapping, bouncing.

Song Mian and Jiang Zhou put down the flags in their hands, folded their arms around their chests, and shook their legs like idiots.

"Who came up with such a bad idea? It's better to be a mushroom. The hat is so big that it can cover your face."

The two of them trembled into a landscape, the most eye-catching.Song Mian was dizzy from thousands of probing gazes.

"You."

Jiang Zhou, who was leaning behind him and shaking his legs carelessly, sighed.

"what?"

"It was your idea."

"is it?"

Song Mian's eyes widened, and she switched legs and continued to shake. After thinking for a while, she remembered that when Yang Luoluo handed him the mushroom hat in the classroom in the morning, he was shocked by the design of the hat, and persisted. Not wearing it, not wearing it for life and death, and finally the stage performance was temporarily changed.

Tsk, self-inflicted.

In the middle of the rubber track facing the rostrum, a bunch of plumbers were beating and beating, and a few small mushrooms were twisting their buttocks.

The painting style is strangely cute.

"Oh my god, they're so cute!"

"Ooooooooo!!!"

"Call, call, call!"

"Hahaha, this is Chu Xiaonan's class." Lao Li from the Political and Education Department and Lao Huang from the Moral Education Department sat together, facing Song Mian and Jiang Zhou, with a thermos cup in each of them, and the old man's tone of voice, " Young people of the new era, not bad."