Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Dai Minguo stared closely at the word 'OK' that popped up on the phone screen, and almost vomited blood.

"Director Dai, is that outstanding student just now the same person who wrote the review?" The headmaster's tone was serious, his face was very gloomy.

He had just been transferred here not long ago, but as the so-called "three fires for a new official to take office", he deliberately arranged the student review at the beginning of the semester, in order to establish his prestige in Nansong.But who knew that such a student who didn't know what to do would appear!

The point is that the "bad student" was able to give a speech as an excellent student!

Thinking of his previous judgment, the headmaster felt that his face was dull and he couldn't hold back his face.

"That's right, Ji Yichuan, a sophomore in high school." Dai Minguo was also a little embarrassed, and laughed dryly.

Ji Yichuan!The principal immediately picked up the number. This student's reputation is too great. Who doesn't know that Nansong has a talented student 'Ji Yichuan'.

"Forget it, let's disband." The principal sighed and waved helplessly.

The two of Chen Putao returned to the class. As soon as the two of them sat down on the front feet, before the chairs were warmed up, Gao Shang rushed to Ji Yichuan on the back feet.

"Brother, it's fine, don't give Zhao Xiao any face."

Ji Yichuan lazily did not raise his head: "Heh, isn't this someone hitting the muzzle of a gun by himself?"

Gao Shang gave a thumbs up and boasted: "Brother Ji is awesome!"

After finishing speaking, Jing Mimi stretched her neck: "Brother, why did you suddenly decide to go to the radio studio?"

Chen Putao was startled, turned his head slightly, looked at Ji Yichuan, and blinked deliberately.

Ji Yichuan propped up his chin, chuckled, and responded affectionately: "Aren't I nervous?"

Although the answer was noble, his eyes were completely on Chen Putao in front of him.

Sensing the naked gazes on her, Chen Putao felt a little awkward, but still smiled.

"Fuck, I heard it right, Brother Ji is starting to lose face too?" Gao Shang plucked his ears in disbelief, his face full of shock.

"Fuck you." Ji Yichuan put his foot on the noble chair with a smile in his eyes.

"Hey, Brother Ji, did Chen Putao really write his own review today?"

"What do you think?" Ji Yichuan asked back.

"It should have been copied from somewhere." Gao Shang rubbed his chubby chin and guessed. "But what surprised me the most was Chen Putao's attitude. It's absolutely amazing."

Ji Yichuan shrugged his shoulders, did not speak, and unconsciously stretched his right hand into his pocket to caress the carefully folded note.

"Hey, can't everyone hear the bell ringing for class?" Wang Zhong, the Chinese teacher and class teacher, was holding a book, with a small mustache, and looked in a good mood.

"Gao Shang, sit upright for me." Wang Zhong wasn't angry, but smiled.

It seems that Ji Yichuan's inappropriate words and deeds at the flag-raising ceremony were completely ignored.

"Calm down." Wang Zhong coughed, "Here, I have something very important to inform everyone."

"Recently, registrations for the 'Rising Star Cup' composition contest have begun." Wang Zhong stroked his mustache with great interest. "Participation is of great significance, and everyone is encouraged to sign up."

"Oh." Almost all the students were lying on the table, and responded with a drawn voice, completely uninterested.

Seeing the listless appearance of the students, Wang Zhong felt a little resentful, "Do you know what a rare opportunity this is!"

If he wasn't too old, he would have wanted to sign up!

"Which students are willing to participate!" Wang Zhong himself is a person who loves literary creation. Seeing the indifferent appearance of the students he teaches, he is a little impatient.

Wang Zhong frowned and scanned the entire class carefully. After a long time, a girl stood up awkwardly under the pressure.

Wang Zhong sighed secretly. Class 7 is a science class. He can write articles well. He can count them on one hand. It is a pity that he accidentally caught Ji Yichuan's eyes. Ji Yichuan's logical ability is really good. Argumentative essays are considered top-notch, but the style of writing is too open and close, which is not what he likes, and it is a pity to add bad handwriting.

Turning his eyes back and forth several times, Wang Zhong shook his head.

"Is there anyone else?" Wang Zhong's tone was a little depressed.

In the corner, Chen Putao stood up.

Immediately, there was a sudden sound of sucking back.