Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

"Broadcasting room, do you know where it is?" Seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond, Ji Yichuan smiled, so he knew it.

"I can't help it. Since I showed up today, I'm afraid I can't hide from the review. If I go to the broadcasting room, at least there won't be so many people."

Just the two of them.

Looking at the blackness in front of him, Chen Putao subconsciously nodded, "Okay."

But as soon as the words fell, he was a little hesitant, "But, we are almost here."

"fine."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yichuan took out his mobile phone openly in front of the leader.

Find Director Dai's WeChat and send a voice message.

"Director Dai, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Chen Putao has to accompany me to the bathroom, so I should be able to catch up with the thought report later."

Ji Yichuan removed the phone from his mouth, and leaned down to look at the hesitant Chen Putao.

"Can feet run?"

"can."

"Then run away now?"

Chen Putao made up her mind, gritted her teeth, "Okay!"

Time was running out, and the two ran very fast, crossing the basketball court, teaching buildings, and unfamiliar schools to show Chen Putao all his looks.

In the morning, the air was a little damp, and the cool breeze was slow. Ji Yichuan's soft hair hung down, and because of the wind, it swayed backwards. The sunlight from one side shone on half of Ji Yichuan's body, emitting an inexplicable light. An indescribable warmth.

Chen Putao felt the breeze gently blowing over his face, with a hint of coolness, but there was some heat from the place where his arm touched Ji Yichuan's palm, Chen Putao didn't know whether he should let it go or not.

He ran so fast that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he was almost out of control.

"Here we are." Ji Yichuan at the front suddenly stopped, and stopped steadily at the turn of the stairs.

The playground was half a campus away from the broadcasting room. Chen Putao leaned against the doorway of the broadcasting room, gasping for breath, looking at Ji Yichuan with a relaxed expression, a little amazed.

As Ji Yichuan said, everyone was on the playground, and there was no one in the radio room.

Ji Yichuan moved a chair, threw it in front of Chen Putao, and ran to the other side to adjust the equipment.

"I'll come first?" Ji Yichuan straightened the microphone.

Chen Putao sat slumped on the chair, raised his hand with difficulty, and waved feebly to signal him to come first.

On the playground, Zhao Xiao finished his thought report early, took half a step back, leaned against the wall and stood crookedly, looking sullenly at the rostrum.

There was no one for half a day.

There was an eerie silence in the air.

Zhao Xiao looked at the face of the headmaster who was standing with his hands behind his back, his face getting darker and darker, his eyes narrowed secretly, revealing a gloating sarcasm.

"Director Dai, aren't the three sophomore students in this review?" The vice-principal stretched his neck, and quietly whispered to Dai Minguo behind the principal's back.

Dai Minguo looked at the empty rostrum, and suddenly realized something, like an old machine that suddenly got stuck, it took a long time to make a move, and he took out his mobile phone from his pocket with shaking hands.

After hearing a voice from his precious first grader, he was dazed in disbelief, and the world was spinning for a moment, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the vice principal's body, finally stabilizing his body.

It's fine for these two students to skip class normally, but they dare to skip this kind of school-wide ideological report!

He has taught for so many years and has never met such a bold student!

Perhaps because he was anxious to wait, the principal frowned: "Director Dai, where are the other two students?"

Dai Minguo was stunned for a long time, and greeted him with a shy smile, stuttering a little.

"Principal Wang, you... just wait a moment, I'll go and pick him up right away."

"Tell them to hurry up and don't delay the class time for the next class." Principal Wang looked at his watch with a look of impatience on his face.

Dai Minguo trotted all the way, left the playground, looked at the empty campus, helpless, wait until he finds these two thorns, and see if he has to deal with them!

Suddenly, accompanied by a slight cough, a familiar voice came from the radio.

"Hi everyone, I'm Ji Yichuan from Class 7 (Class [-]) of Senior High School."

After a pause, "Can you hear me clearly?" There was a slight smile in his tone.

In the broadcasting room, Ji Yichuan raised his legs carelessly, and out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the fingers of the person beside him were tightly grasping the edge of the chair, fidgeting.

"Heh." A clear chuckle filled the entire playground and lasted for a long time.

The whole crowd was like a drop of water dripping into a hot oil pan, and it exploded in an instant.

"Brother Ji is so handsome!" Gao Shang's loud shouts were particularly prominent in the whispers, and he still turned his face and sighed to Cheng Zan: "You are so arrogant."

Dai Minguo's heart that had just fallen was raised again, and he glared fiercely and called out the most powerful Gao Shang.

Yaoshou!

Fortunately, Ji Yichuan stopped laughing in time, and a deep voice came from the radio.

The people in the broadcasting room read out their thought reports with great emotion and ups and downs, with clear articulate and clear structure.

"As a good student who studies both in character and learning, I have deeply realized my mistakes, so I believe that student Zhao will never do such stupid things as deliberately finding fault in the future."

Dai Minguo's head was covered with black lines, and he could even clearly observe the pulsating veins on the headmaster's forehead.

I don't know if it's too late for him to resign as the director of the second grade.

"Then this is the end of my speech, thank you for your support!"

Zhao Xiao's eyes were gloomy, and his fingernails pressed hard against the palm of his hand, as if he was about to sink into the flesh and blood.