What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

Time flies.

Just in a blink of an eye, the original high school class (3) officially entered the high school Shura period.

On the first day of school, everyone, including the class teacher and all the teachers, discovered one thing:

After allowing him to change.

Not to mention that I didn't see him wearing earphones in class, and he didn't even sleep.Although he still looked lazy with his chin resting on his hands and his eyelids half-raised, the message in his eyes conveyed that he was really listening carefully.Especially in the math class in the afternoon, he raised his hand and asked several questions, which frightened Lao Zhou so much that his glasses almost fell off.

And Tan Jingyang, who is Jizhun's deskmate and boyfriend, knows that after Mr. Liang's assessment of Jizhun, as long as he can pass the minimum promotion line in cultural courses, it should not be difficult for his professional courses to enter the self-enrolled film academy of.So the most important thing right now is to surprise the culture class.

For this matter, Tan Jingyang is confident.Last night, he also helped Jizhun do a careful analysis.Ji Zhun's Chinese and comprehensive scores are not a problem, but there is a lot of room for improvement in English.So the current plan is to make up for English. As for mathematics, I can put in as much effort as I can, as long as I don't stretch my hips during the college entrance examination.

Even in the second year of high school last year, there was more or less pressure in the class to take the college entrance examination.But when entering the third year of high school, the reality is still significantly different from the past.

There are obviously fewer people who gossip and desert in class.Those who want to rely on cultural courses to jump the dragon's gate are reading books and doing questions almost day and night, those who want to save the country with curves are the Eight Immortals crossing the sea to show their magical powers, those who take the physical education test practice physical education, and those who take the art test go to the studio for self-study at night.Among them, there are quite a few who have reported to be directors and directors. They usually don’t even watch movies, but now they just want to cram for a while, so they surround Jizhun all day long and ask him to make their film lists.

Finally, he found a reason and fled to the sports equipment room with Tan Jingyang. Exhausted, Ji Zhun lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "Why do you think so many directors are needed now?"

Tan Jingyang took his cigarette and took a puff, and slowly exhaled: "I just want to find a way out."

Ji Zhun shook his head and smiled: "We are the only writers and directors who have a low barrier to entry, right? Zero basics, and when you ask about your favorite movies, you can recite all the tricks."

"So what is missing is not a director, but a good director." Tan Jingyang held a cigarette between his arms, leaning his back against the wall, and reached out to rub Jizhun's hair, "The future of the film and television industry depends on you, Director Ji."

"Let's talk about it after you get admitted to the Film Academy first." Ji Zhun waved Tan Jingyang's hand away and said with a smile, "By the way, are you still allowed to speak on stage at the swearing-in meeting this afternoon?"

"Yes." Tan Jingyang nodded.

"Is the speech ready?"

"Almost, do you want to hear it?"

Ji Zhun sat down on the table, stretched his two long legs and raised his chin towards Tan Jingyang: "Come on, let's start your performance."

Tan Jingyang hooked his lips with a cigarette in his mouth, then leaned casually on the wall, took out a piece of paper from his arms, shook it out, and read slowly in a lazy and deep voice: "Confidence and fighting spirit are the most important things for every freshman in high school." Possess..."

"Wait a minute." Jizhun said with a broken smile, "Can you please put out that cigarette first, monitor?"

"Oh, heh." Tan Jingyang nodded and smiled, then held the cigarette in his left hand, and continued to read, sending another puff to his mouth from time to time:

"Cough...spirit. Only in this way can we inspire infinite possibilities in the next limited time..."

Ji Zhun squinted his eyes, quietly watching the sun with a cigarette in one hand, and a speech script that only a student model deserves to have in the other, revealing his truest self in front of him in the afternoon with a slow tone.

Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and there was something suspiciously happy in his eyes.

"It's over." Tan Jingyang closed the speech.

"Well, awesome!" Ji Zhun quickly clapped his hands several times.

Tan Jingyang waved the speech script at Jizhun's head lightly: "What's so awesome, you have been distracted since I read the second line."

Ji Zhun smiled embarrassedly: "Isn't this patronizing to see my boyfriend?"

Upon hearing this title, Tan Jingyang's heart felt as if someone was holding it in his hand.

His smile was on his lips, and his eyes looking at Ji Zhun became gentle and deep.Instead, she walked up to the other party in two steps, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Then is your boyfriend handsome?"

"Handsome." Ji Zhun nodded, "If you don't listen carefully to what you're reading, just looking at your sloppy look, you might think it's a challenge to the dean's authority while reading the inspection."

As Ji Zhun said, he took out the remaining half of a cigarette from Tan Jingyang's mouth, put it in his own mouth and took one last puff, and extinguished it into the eight-treasure porridge tube.

Immediately, he jumped down from the table, patted Tan Jingyang on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, you have to tell me the wrong questions when you go back."

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, all the third-grade students gathered in the auditorium on time.

First, the old principal gave a speech that lasted 10 minutes, and Che Jilu chewed over and over again.Fortunately, the old headmaster has always been very popular, and has a high reputation and reputation among teachers and students, so he still received warm applause after his speech.

However, the dean, who was the student's old enemy, didn't have that much face.

Not only those students who were used to fighting guerrillas on weekdays did not cooperate with him, but even the so-called good students buried their heads in their books.

Ji Zhun's drowsiness was caused by him one after another, if he didn't want to see his boyfriend's demeanor on the podium later, he would have already escaped with excuses according to his usual temperament.

He yawned and crossed his knuckles.Suddenly, I heard a "crack bang bang" sound coming from behind.

It's very faint, but it hits the ground very regularly.

Ji Zhun couldn't help but turned around and glanced, only to see that other people's eyes were also cast on the person who made the sound.

It's Liu Zheng.

After a winter vacation, his body became even fatter and bloated.The legs of the chair under the buttocks were even turned out a little by him.

Liu Zheng lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.Just like that, he put his finger into his mouth, and gnawed his fingernails.

There was a strong sour smell of sweat on his body, and Ji Zhun saw that Liu Zheng's nails had been bitten out a lot of gaps.Some even hurt the nail bed and ooze blood.

Ji Zhun frowned, feeling a little strange.

Other students couldn't help covering their noses and whispering to each other.

"What's the matter with him?"

"It seems to be broken in love."

"Ah?! Liu Zheng is in a relationship?!"

"Tsk, it was pried."

"Hee hee hee, do you still need to pry it?"

"I heard it was Liu Shuai from Class One who pried it."

"I'll go, aren't they good friends?"

"Hehe, do you think Liu Shuai regards him as a friend?"

"Too……"

All these discussions, not too loud or not too small, reached Liu Zheng's ears.

His face became even redder, the sound of biting his nails became louder and louder, and finally his whole body began to shake uncomfortably.

"Hey, hey hey——"

Liu Zheng suddenly grinned a few times, tore off the dead skin along with the bitten nails, and wiped them on his pants.

"Liu Zheng, what are you doing!" Seeing Liu Zheng laughing, the patrolling teacher thought he was playing a prank on purpose, and stopped him sharply, "Listen to the director's speech!"

Liu Zheng squinted his small eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at the patrolling teacher.

The teacher was stared at by him for a moment, still a little dazed, and then he scratched his head in embarrassment and said to the teacher: "Stop laughing, stop laughing, shh, hush."

The inspector gave him a hard look, then turned and walked towards the back row.Liu Zheng's eyes followed the inspecting teacher, and looked at Liu Shuai who was lowering his head and chatting with others not far away.

"Let's invite student representative Tan Jingyang from class 3 ([-]) to give a speech..."

As Tan Jingyang's name was passed through the microphone, many students under the table were all stunned again.

In an instant, applause and screams swept the entire auditorium.

Ji Zhun looked away from Liu Zheng, listening to the constant praise or dissatisfaction with Tan Jingyang from all around.I just feel proud and want to quickly put people in my pocket and take them away.

Tan Jingyang, dressed in a clean and tidy white shirt, calmly walked to the front of the podium, took the microphone from the host teacher, and nodded politely at her.

Then he turned to all the teachers and students and bowed.

Then there was another burst of warm applause from the audience.

The corner of Ji Zhun's mouth raised, Tan Jingyang in front of him was really a different person from the man who was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette in the equipment room at noon.

"Hello, teachers and students. I am the monitor of Class Three (3), Tan Jingyang."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tan Jingyang!!!"

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang! Brother Yang!"

"Squad leader!"

"Male God, you are amazing!!!!"

Tan Jingyang waited slowly for the scene to turn from lively to quiet again, and then continued in a gentle and gentle voice:

"Confidence and fighting spirit are the most important spirits that every high school freshman should have. Only in this way can we inspire infinite possibilities in the next limited time..."

"Hey Hey Hey……"

Weird laughter sounded from behind again, and someone finally couldn't help turning around and saying, "Liu Zheng, are you disgusting!"

"Hey...yes, I'm sorry, it's not my fault." Liu Zheng bit his hand and nodded to the girl who stopped him to apologize, "I'm sorry, it's not my fault."

"You must be sick!" The girl cursed, turned her head angrily and continued to listen to Tan Jingyang's speech.

"Furthermore, we should arrange our time reasonably and effectively, and put our mentality in order. Excessive anxiety and pressure can sometimes affect our own performance..." Tan Jingyang skillfully recited the speech while looking at Ji Zhun in the audience, After staring at him for a moment, he quietly looked away and looked around at the crowd.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on one place.

Liu Zheng slowly got up from his seat, turned around and walked straight behind him.

Tan Jingyang's eyes dimmed, his brows slightly frowned, and he was still speaking fluently.

Ji Zhun here obviously also noticed something strange, and turned his head to look at the huge back that kept moving towards the back row.

Liu Zheng seemed to be walking in one direction with a purpose, and Ji Zhun looked along through the classmates behind him. After seeing Liu Shuai in the crowd, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"The third point is that we should make a suitable study plan for ourselves, instead of blindly engaging in problem-sea tactics. For example, we don't need to do more if we know how to do the right questions. The focus should be on the wrong questions, especially You will always do something wrong..." Tan Jingyang's eyes froze, "Be careful!"

Synchronized with Tan Jingyang's voice, Ji Zhun jumped out of his seat with a "bass" and ran towards Liu Zheng.

Liu Shuai, who was burying his head in flipping through the small magazine with a wicked smile on his face, raised his head in bewilderment when he heard the shout.

Facing him was the fruit knife that was holding a cold light in Liu Zheng's hand!

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