Fake parents dressed as villains

When the time came to Monday, Luo Yansheng had just returned from the breakfast shop when he was called into the Political and Religious Office.

The director of politics and education gave him a stack of lists with forms for various sports.

"Xiao Luo, you can take the list to the first and second grade classes." The director of politics and education said.

Luo Yansheng nodded and asked, "Can I just take it?"

The director of politics and education was a man in his forties. He shook his head and said, "Students are required to sign up. There must be at least one person in each class for each sport. You can sign up repeatedly. Please take it back before the end of the evening self-study."

"No problem." Luo Yan said.

The director of politics and education glanced at him and said, "I heard that you occasionally take physical education classes with students?"

Luo Yansheng nodded and said, "Yes, but don't worry, you didn't delay your working hours."

The director nodded and said: "Then you should be aware of their physique, and you can recommend them to participate. To be honest, few students are willing to participate in the school sports meeting for several years in a row. I entrust you with the task of this organization, and I hope you can drive them to participate. Students actively participate."

"Okay, no problem, then I'll go first."

"Go."

After a while, the second period was over, and Luo Yansheng handed out lists to each class while checking hygiene.

When he walked to the fourth class, Lu Chuan was sitting on the desk like an old man.

Luo Yansheng took the list in and said, "Give this to your sports committee. At least one person will participate in each event."

Lu Chuan glanced at him, "Take it away, no one in our class will participate."

Luo Yansheng glared at him, put the list on the desk, and said: "The director of politics and education said that one must participate in each event. Besides, the sports meeting is such a fun thing, why are you not active at all? A few days ago The same is true for this class, when I heard that someone must attend, my face drooped to my neck."

"Where is the fun? It's not good to work hard. There is no reward for winning, so just give some commendation and waste time."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Aren't you just a sports student? Why don't you just sign up for every event. You kids just don't know how to be blessed. The sports meeting is so lively and fun. Winning is for the collective Honor? Besides, what matters in a sports meeting is not winning or losing, but the process!"

Luo Yansheng's eloquence caused Lu Chuan to roll his eyes.

"You like sports games so much?" Lu Chuan raised his head and squinted at him.

"I like it." Luo Yansheng nodded as a matter of course, "I just didn't have the opportunity to participate in my adolescence. If I had the opportunity, I must be as serious as the Olympic Games. Think about it, the sports meeting is equivalent to a small Olympic Games? Class Representing different countries, different ages representing players of different age groups, what is this winning? It is the honor of representing the class."

Luo Yansheng said helplessly: "I really don't understand what you are thinking, this is such a passionate thing."

Lu Chuan thought it was nothing at first, and the sports meeting was like a group of little kids playing house, but hearing Luo Yansheng say this, he really felt a little excited.

Lu Chuan coughed, sat up straight and said, "For your poor sake, I will make you an old man once, and you can give me as many as you like."

"Huh? Really?" Luo Yansheng looked at him in surprise.

"real."

Bowing his head and taking out a pen from his pocket, Luo Yansheng leaned on the desk and asked while writing, "3000 meters?"

"casual."

"100-meter hurdles?"

"can."

"Standing long jump?"

"can."

"Shot put?"

"Ah."

"javelin?"

"Ah."

"I'll give you a sprint too..."

Lu Chuan lowered his head to look at the paper, frowned and said, "Are you really planning to sign me up for every project?"

Luo Yansheng raised his head and patted him on the shoulder, saying seriously: "Those who are capable will do more work."

Hearing this, Lu Chuan raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

He leaned back, put his hands on the podium, looked sideways at Luo Yansheng, and asked, "Then you come to cheer me on?"

"Of course, how can I miss this occasion!"

Luo Yansheng reported seven or eight to him, and raised his head contentedly, "Don't worry, I will cheer for each of you, and I will definitely not be partial."

Lu Chuan pouted, "Choose the most difficult one among them. If I win, how about you eating with me for a week?"

In order to mobilize Lu Chuan's enthusiasm for the sports meeting, Luo Yansheng nodded and agreed: "Yes, just 3000 meters?"

"It's a deal! A liar is a dog."

"I never lie. I'm leaving first. Don't forget to give this to the sports committee. By the way, encourage your classmates to participate together. There will be more people. Prepare for the final relay race."

After speaking, Luo Yansheng left the classroom with a stack of lists in his arms.

Lu Chuan looked at his back and sneered, "What do you mean?"

After Luo Yansheng sent out the other classes, he finally went to Class Nine.

He was so familiar with the classmates in Class [-] that he stood on the podium as soon as he entered.

"While there are still 2 minutes, you should report your name quickly."

"What's the name?"

Luo Yan said: "Sports meeting."

"I won't sign up. The sports meeting is so boring, why don't you take the opportunity to sneak out and play."

"No, you have to participate." Luo Yansheng started his speech again, "The sports meeting is the domain of your young people! Do you know how meaningful it is for collective honor, unity and friendship?"

He read on the podium for a long time, and the students were excited by his words. Luo Yansheng finally called the names directly:

"Tian Yi, you're good at sprinting, I'll give you a 100-meter report."

"Xiao Hu, you have good arm strength, shot put."

……

Luo Yansheng applied for the project for all the students in class nine with good physique, and finally it was Li Wenke's turn:

"Li Wenke... I'll give you one at random, and you can hang out."

Li Wenke: "..."

"puff--"

"What's the name of the little weak chicken, and serve us tea and water."

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

A boy in the front row yelled: "Brother Luo, you already reported to us, why didn't you report to Song Jin? You don't want to take this opportunity to take him out to play, do you?"

Luo Yansheng pouted: "Of course he has to sign up, I'll discuss it with him in private."

"Then why don't you discuss it with us in private? Are you afraid Song Jin won't like it?"

"Exactly! You are too double-standard towards Song Jin! You despise your real name!"

"Too much, too much."

Among them, Li Wenke's booing was the loudest: "Partial! Brother Luo is partial! He is partial to Song Jin! There is an inside story! It's not fair!"

"Okay!" Luo Yansheng was almost drowned by their boos, patted the podium, and asked: "Song Jin, what do you want to participate in, I'll sign up for you."

The injury on Song Jin's right hand has almost healed, and it is definitely no problem to participate in the sports meeting.

Song Jin sat in the last row of the classroom. Amidst the noisy atmosphere, his side was very quiet, as if divided into two worlds.

He is usually like this, indifferent to the things around him, everyone has already seen it.

But when he heard Luo Yansheng's words, he looked over immediately.

His light-colored eyes were like amber in the sunlight, and there was a little smile hidden in them, which softened his whole face a lot.

"Let's discuss it 'in private'."

He deliberately bit the word "privately" very hard.

"Alas--"

"You two are almost done!"

"When we don't exist!"

Song Jin made a joke in a rare way, and the atmosphere in the classroom became more joyful.

Li Wenke was filled with righteous indignation: "Look, there is an inside story! It's not fair! Why should you report me a 100-meter? At least report me a 100-meter hurdle!"

"Come on! With your small body, I'm afraid you won't be able to run 100 meters."

Li Wenke is not a "small body". He is fat and white, but he is a little short. In addition, he eats a lot and moves less, and he is exhausted after half a lap in physical education class. Chen Yang can't do anything about him.

Luo Yansheng laughed and made a few jokes with everyone, then handed the list to the sports committee, and added: "Everyone can register repeatedly, be active, and when you come from society, the opportunity to purely sweat for the collective will be great. there is none left."

After handing over the list, Luo Yansheng walked towards the last row.

Because he always ran to class nine, Song Jin left him an extra chair, and all the classmates in class nine knew that that chair was always placed at the back of the classroom.

Luo Yansheng dragged the chair to Song Jin's side, "Your hand is almost healed, I want you to apply for two, you choose yourself."

Song Jin asked, "What do you think I am suitable for?"

Luo Yansheng thought about it seriously, but Song Jin suddenly stretched out his hand.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yansheng asked suspiciously.

"Bow your head." Song Jin said.

Luo Yansheng didn't know why, so he lowered his head obediently.

His hands went around Luo Yansheng's neck, and carefully adjusted his turned up neckline, his cold fingers inadvertently brushed the back of Luo Yansheng's neck.

Suddenly exposed to the icy cold, Luo Yansheng couldn't help shivering.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Luo Yansheng frowned.

"Will you keep me warm?"

After tidying up his clothes, Song Jin withdrew his hand, and when he heard Luo Yansheng's words, he said it in a teasing manner.

"I'll warm you up when I go home. Let's talk about serious things first. I think you're good at sprinting and long-distance running. As for other sports, you can try them if you like, but try to choose ones that don't hurt your hands."

Song Jin hummed, "Then you can report for me, long-distance running and sprinting."

Luo Yansheng thought for a while, "What did you report last year?"

Song Jin said: "I have never participated."

He paused for a moment, looked up at Luo Yansheng with soft eyes, "I don't like sports, as long as you like, I can do it."

"That's not okay. You can't help but like sports. Young people should exercise more, you know?"

Luo Yansheng didn't think deeply about the meaning of his words, and simply summed it up.

Song Jin lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Luo Yansheng said to himself, "I'll give you a 200-meter sprint for you, and... 3000 meters for a long-distance race? Forget it, 3000 meters is suitable for Lu Chuan's physique. It's just a sports meeting. Don't make yourself so tired. How about 800 meters? "

"Well, I'll listen to you."

Song Jin pursed her lips, and shifted her gaze to the book.

"That's fine, I'll help you report a 200-meter and an 800-meter." Luo Yansheng nodded, then remembered something, "By the way, I reported 3000 meters to Lu Chuan. In order to make him more active, I promised him that if he wins, I will Eat with him for a week. I think he has a great chance of winning, and he may not be with you at that time."

Song Jin frowned slightly, "Why?"

Luo Yan said: "Did I just agree to it, and I can't go back on it. Anyway, it's only a week, doesn't it matter? I'll be with you at other times."

Song Jin stared at him for a few seconds, and when Luo Yansheng felt his heart go numb, he suddenly shouted to him: "Li Wenke, help me report a 3000m."

Li Wenke turned around suddenly, "3000 meters? Is it true?"

Luo Yansheng also frowned, "Have you thought about it? 3000 meters is no joke."

Song Jin didn't answer the two of them, but frowned at Li Wenke.The corner of Li Wenke's mouth twitched, and he obediently walked towards the sports committee.

"Do I seem to be joking?" Song Jin lowered her eyes and glanced at him, seemingly sullen.

Luo Yansheng seemed to have reacted, he covered his mouth and laughed twice, and said, "You didn't sign up because Lu Chuan won and I wanted to accompany him to dinner, did you?"

Song Jin looked at him straight, with a bit of resentment in his eyes, and asked, "Otherwise?"

"puff--"

Luo Yansheng couldn't help laughing, "No need, just two meals."

Song Jin pursed her lips and said, "I don't like it."

"Then just try your best, just exercise your body, don't try to be brave."

Song Jin nodded, and after a while, he suddenly asked: "If Lu Chuan wins, you will reward him. If I win, what will you reward me?"

Luo Yansheng raised his chin and asked, "What do you want?"

Song Jin's eyes darkened, "Anything is fine?"

Luo Yansheng thought for a while, and if his cub won, then of course anything is fine, "Anything within my ability is fine."

Li Wenke, who had just walked to the seat, stopped. He listened a lot, and probably realized something——

If you win the 3000-meter run, you will get a mysterious reward from Luo Yansheng!

Li Wenke returned to the sports committee decisively, and said with pride: "Report me a 3000-meter race."

The surrounding students saw that he also signed up for 3000 meters, and they all looked like monkeys:

"Are you crazy?"

"Looking for abuse? Can you finish the run?"

"Are you okay? You must have been thrown on the tail by others from the beginning."

Li Wenke raised his chin and said disdainfully: "The 3000-meter race is not about speed, but endurance. Why can't I do it? And, if you win the 3000-meter run, you will get a mysterious reward from Brother Luo."

Luo Yansheng: "?"

I didn't say you were farting!

The classroom suddenly became lively:

"real or fake?"

"What mysterious reward?"

"Roger..."

When everyone looked back, Luo Yansheng had already slipped away through the back door.

"Where's Roger?"

"Li Wenke, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Li Wenke patted his chest: "I, Li, never lie."

"Then I'll sign up for one too."

"Report me one."

"Let me try too."

"Don't...don't...you will lose my chance of winning if you report me!"

Li Wenke stomped his feet angrily.

"Come on, we don't have any chance of winning if we don't report you."

Although Luo Yansheng slipped away very quickly, the matter did not stop there.

And it spread more and more, and when the list was collected at night, half of the boys in the first grade had signed up for the 3000-meter long-distance race.

The director of politics and education took over the list, and when he saw the densely packed names on the application form, his heart sank fiercely.

Damn...how many number plates do I need to prepare!

At the same time, in the noisy teaching building, a wailing came from Class [-]:

"Brother Luo, I was wrong! Oh...don't...don't pinch my face!"

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