Can it be made public?

If this kind of plot is put into a TV series, then the following plot should be that the two parties gather together and say harsh words to each other, and then fight directly when they disagree. .

However, the reality is that the class bell rang before everyone could regain their senses.

Ying Yunsheng lowered his eyes, pulled up Ji Li and rushed straight to the classroom.

The others didn't know whether they were influenced by them, or the dean's roar in the corridor came out of the building immediately after the bell rang. The fear of the teacher instantly overwhelmed the shock, and they all followed the two of them to the teaching building Running wildly, under the night sky, he abruptly ran out of the grand occasion of the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night.

The court was empty in an instant, and only the basketball that had just hit the person rolled sideways and hit the dark green main pole of the ball frame before it stopped moving.

The boy who was still lying on the ground looked like a very dramatic joke.

"Life originates from exercise. Why does the school specially set up a one-hour exercise system every day? It is to ensure a certain amount of exercise for students in their busy study life..."

At the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting, the school leaders were talking on the stage.

Cui Juyue sat at the bottom and repeated the title of the hot post on the forum: ""Three-point shot hits the target, and the players on the court face up to the sky in public to show their respect"-if anyone in our school basketball team has this ability, they still have to worry about taking it. Not a champion?"

Jian Mingyuan looked shocked: "Who is it?"

"Science grade one, Ying Yunsheng."

Jian Mingyuan was even more shocked: "Him?"

He just returned to the classroom ahead of the other party last night. What did that person do after he left?

Cui Juyue glanced at him: "I still want to ask you a few words, but you don't know anything?"

"What should I know?"

"It was already dark at night, and the situation was chaotic. The school bell rang as soon as the accident happened. Many people didn't even see who was throwing the ball, let alone the specific cause." Cui Juyue stared at The rostrum, "I searched a lot of floors before I saw someone reply, saying that the person who was smashed seemed to be a member of the science class. Many people guessed whether the science master had a grudge against that person, so they deliberately retaliated. It’s the most popular saying right now.”

Jian Mingyuan frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Ji Li."

"what?"

"He seemed to be with Ying Yunsheng last night, maybe he knows something."

Cui Juyue's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"Ah?" Jian Mingyuan was at a loss for her sudden excitement, "Really... right?"

Suddenly, warm applause rang out from all around, covering up the conversation between the two of them.The school leaders finally finished their tirade, followed by the ceremonial team holding brightly colored flags.

The head teacher of science class one looked at the students in front of him and sighed: "What's going on this time?"

Ying Yunsheng has always been obedient to the teacher, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Is there something hidden?" The head teacher saw the hesitation in his eyes, "Don't be afraid, just tell the truth under any circumstances."

"They were the ones who threw the ball over first."

The class teacher's expression gradually became serious: "You mean, they deliberately hurt you first? But why?"

"I don't know." Ying Yunsheng was silent for a while, "We met in the corridor before we were divided into classes, and they didn't seem to like me very much then."

Because of Ying Yunsheng's family situation, everyone who is a teacher who knows is worried that these little bastards in school who are mentally retarded will exclude and bully him, not to mention the living precedent of Shen Huai.

The balance in the head teacher's heart instantly tilted, and he wanted to ask something more, but suddenly a sentence rang out next to him.

"Teacher Zhang."

The homeroom teacher followed the sound and recognized the student who often appeared on the grade honor roll in front of him: "Ji Li? What can I do with the teacher?"

"He came to see me." Ying Yunsheng grabbed his wrist before he could speak, "Mr. Zhang, do you have any other questions?"

The teacher in charge shook his head subconsciously.

"Then can I go?"

"can."

Ying Yunsheng dragged Ji Li until he walked to the inaccessible place behind the playground before he said, "They smashed you on purpose last night."

Ji Li didn't want to understand why he suddenly said this: "So?"

"The teacher will not ignore this kind of thing, and there is no need to clarify it as an accident."

"But didn't you say they smashed me on purpose?" Ji Li looked at him, "How did it become a conflict between you and them?"

"Uh……"

"Aren't you afraid that if you say that, they will be punished and they will retaliate against you?"

"Uh……"

"Others are afraid of causing trouble, so why are you rushing to take trouble on yourself?"

Ying Yunsheng's eyelashes moved: "But I want to protect you."

Ji Li was startled, but then smiled and said: "Thank you, but don't do this next time, it's my business, you can't keep looking at me."

"But you are still in my sight."

"Uh……"

"When I can see you, I want to protect you."

"Uh..." The opening ceremony continued.

The performance of the etiquette team was just at its climax, and the drums in the stereo were as dense as heavy rain.

Ji Li just stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

The opening ceremony of the school sports meeting started at [-] am. Many students were more greedy for the bed than the temporarily unreachable breakfast, and decisively chose the latter when they heard the wake-up bell; however, they listened to the sound on the lawn for almost an hour. After that, the balance of choice began to tilt towards the former without principle, regretting why I didn't get up early in the morning to have breakfast.

When Ying Yunsheng returned to the class team, the opening ceremony was drawing to a close.

Meng Xing stared at the front and imagined for a long time what to eat when he disbanded later, when he suddenly smelled the sweet smell of bread coming from behind, he turned his head and stared straight at his eyes: "Kai Song..."

Feeling the fiery gaze on his body, Ying Yunsheng silently raised his head and looked at him.

Meng Xing waved his hands with tears in his eyes: "Don't worry about me, I just smell the smell to satisfy my craving." He took a deep breath, "Is it from the school bakery? This bread is super expensive, and the daily supply is still small , did you just go to buy this?"

"I didn't buy it." Ying Yunsheng said, "It was given by someone else."

"girl?"

"Boy."

"Oh." Meng Xing's face was full of regret for a moment, "I thought it was you who gave me peach blossoms."

During the school sports meeting, except for the athletes, other people can arrange their time freely. Whether they are willing to stay in the classroom or go to the scene to watch the game is completely up to personal preference.

Cui Juyue originally wanted to wait to go back to inquire about the inside story of last night, but Prophet Mao said that taking the ranking depends on the destiny, but he can still do his best by shouting for support, so he bet the whole class on the competition site to give the athletes Increase the number of rows.

Ji Li also wanted to go to see the excitement, but Prophet Mao sent him back mercilessly. By the way, he stuffed him with a stack of blank letter paper and ordered him to write the broadcast of the school sports meeting. use".

In fact, the school does not have a mandatory number of manuscripts to be handed in by the class.

But because every time an article is handed in, the class will be able to add [-] points when the scores are settled in the future. Prophet Mao confidently gave this task as homework to the whole class, and everyone must write at least one article.

This directly caused everyone to carry exercise books in their hands even when watching the game, and the students in other classes who were watching mistakenly thought that the people in Class [-] of Liberal Arts in the second year of senior high school were all hard-working students who participated in group activities and couldn't put down their books, admiration and crisis Feelings rose in parallel, which directly set off an upsurge of imitation in surrounding classes.

Regardless of whether you can read it with a book, at least you can't lose the superficial work.

As for the ceremony, under the lobbying of Prophet Mao, all the projects were passively taken over, and an article must be written for every sports event.

Asking is "the squad leader should lead by example."

In fact, Ji Li had never been a class leader, at least not before this class division. In the past, it was not that no teacher asked him in private if he wanted to take a position in the class, but he refused every time, but he did not expect this time. The new class teacher will skip the voting process and be directly appointed.

He didn't know if other monitors were so good at taking jobs, but the first time he was assigned a serious task was to deliver a stack of forms to the dean's office for Prophet Mao.

When Ji Li received it, he just took a look and saw the poverty application in big letters on the top grid, and the name on the top one happened to be Zhu Yi.

He asked, "Shall I deliver it?"

Prophet Mao was busy typing on the computer, without raising his head: "Otherwise? Did I make you the squad leader to fill the official vacancy in the squad? Of course it's for order."

It can be seen from this that Prophet Mao's positioning of the class cadres in his heart is the minister in charge next to the lord of the country, the internal affairs secretary under the president of the company, and the errand boy in front of the big brother in society.

Ji Li listened to the broadcast from the loudspeaker on the playground in the distance, and just wrote two lines when someone knocked on the door of the classroom.

The person who came was a girl with a ponytail, calling his name: "Ji Li."

The students passing by in the corridor stopped.

Ji Li stood by the door: "What do you want from me?"

Ling Luo put her hands behind her back, she was bright and beautiful, her voice was soft but sweet: "I heard that you and Tong Siliang had a conflict on the court last night, and he bothered you because of me, so I want to come and talk to you You apologize."

Ji Li listened: "Who is Tong Siliang?"

"Last night, during the self-study class, Tong Siliang and the others threw a basketball at you." Ling Luo said, "It seems that a passing classmate stopped him and threw it back. Are you not injured?"

Ji Li shook his head: "Sorry, you found the wrong person."

But she had asked Tong Siliang and his group before, and it was obviously him who was targeted at the beginning.

Ling Luo could tell that he didn't want to delve into the meaning of this matter, and he didn't intend to have any entanglements with her because of it.

She didn't stay any longer, but the students with pricked ears in the corridor couldn't calm down.

On the spot, someone ran into the classroom and dragged their friends to share the gossip they had just heard: "Big news, big news! Our Xueshen actually got into a fight with someone else because of a girl!"

Oh my friend?"

"Xueshen just talked to that girl in the corridor. I eavesdropped on a few sentences and heard them say "there was a conflict on the court", "it was because of me", "study last night", "throw away a basketball". "

The man clapped his hands: "Isn't that enough to restore the truth?"

Friend: "But wasn't the first grader in the science class who threw the ball last night?"

The sports program in the morning did not end until twelve o'clock.

When Jian Mingyuan returned to the classroom, he immediately saw the deskmate next to him who was writing a radio script with his head down, and immediately strode over.

Ji Li noticed the figure standing in front of the table, and raised his head subconsciously.

Then I saw the other party's serious eyes, shortness of breath, and knuckles on their brows. The expression of shock and confusion was like hearing the teacher mention the turtle paradox to them in math class.

Ji Li was at a loss: "What's wrong with you?"

Jian Mingyuan took a deep breath, lowered his voice and asked him, "Are you and Ying Yunsheng rivals in love?"

Ji Li: "?"

"Last night's basketball was a tool for the two of you to compete to perform in front of a girl in our school?"

"Uh..." the author said:

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