boys' feelings are always poetry

59.

Song Yu's nametag probably fell on the stairs. In Huaishi No. [-] Middle School, the nametag is an important thing comparable to school uniforms, just like the red scarves of elementary school students. Therefore, after the flag-raising ceremony every Monday, the class teacher will first look at it. No one in the circle had a name tag.

Song Yu lowered his head and sat close to the desk, thinking that he was so unlucky on the first day of school?

Lu Jixue at the back table knocked on the back of Song Yu's chair, and handed over a nametag. Lu Jixue, Class One and Five, should be the monitor's spare nametag.

Song Yu sighed in his heart, he should have brought a spare name tag and put it in his schoolbag, no wonder he is the squad leader, he should plan ahead and be prepared for danger in times of peace.

"Thank you monitor, I'll go home at noon to get a spare nametag."

"Are you sure?" Lu Jixue's hand still stopped at the original position, "Students will come to check later."

Song Yu was shocked, and quickly took away Lu Jixue's nametag, bowed his head, and put it on awkwardly. The chest was not empty, but it felt even weirder, as if he was wearing a huge red flower on his chest.

"When will the student union come to check?" Song Yu asked cautiously.

Lu Jixue took out the bright red sleeve emblem of Huaishi No. [-] Middle School, which was embroidered with golden silk thread: Lu Jixue, the Minister of Student Union.

"Now."

"Uh..." Song Yu touched the name tag on his chest, thinking that he should not lose it this time. The name tag of the head of learning and monitor of Class [-] was worn on his chest, and Song Yu felt that the virtual big red flower was sinking again. Not a lot.

My deskmate Lin Er witnessed all this, and thought that the class monitor is really a good person, who can be written as the kind who touched the top ten outstanding figures on campus, and could be written as a speech under the national flag. I have a good class monitor who is helpful, honest and friendly, and makes me old Tears crisscrossed, tears flowed down my face.

After a while, the discipline team of the student union was inspected on shift. This frightening discipline team was composed of ministers from various departments of the student union. Lu Jixue wore the conspicuous red sleeve badge, and Song Yu felt that he was even more terrifying.

The discipline committee headed by him is the senior of the experimental class of the second year of high school. It is said that he is the last popular male god and the chairman of the student union. Song Yu looked at his face, which was very serious and serious. Xixi is the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away. Song Yu felt that seeing such a face, he couldn't eat.

Almost all the students in the school know that the beautiful minister of the Ministry of Literature and Art is Xu Han, the top student in the experimental class. Song Yu looked at the pair of outstanding long legs in front of him, and remembered, isn't that the 1.7-meter leg that he saw in the stairwell just now? Five long-legged beauties?I also compared her with Lu Jixue, she is definitely a strong contender for the squad leader's huge harem beauties.

Xu Han's eyes lingered on Song Yu's chest for a second, two seconds, ten seconds, and then Song Yu remembered the name tag on his chest, Lu Jixue, Class One, Class Five.

She won't report me, will she?

Song Yu pretended to cover the nametag inadvertently, but in fact his behavior was very conspicuous, very contrived to cover up.

Xu Han closed his eyes, nothing happened.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and was named by a discipline committee member he didn't know in the next second.

"Student, our school expressly prohibits head perm."

Hot head?

Song Yu stood up quickly, his cheeks flushed red, redder than Lu Jixue's sleeve emblem.

"I didn't have my head permed, I was self-made, and so was my mother, I inherited it from her."

"Really?" The disciplinary committee member approached, reached out and touched Song Yu's soft hair, "Will the self-written paper be so beautiful? It looks like the shape made by a barber shop! Write it down, deduct ten points, and go to the group leader of the first year of high school on Wednesday Office inspection."

Song Yu was silent. Since he was in primary school, he had been framed countless times by curly hair. At first he resisted, but in the end, his mother was called to school by the teacher to discuss why Song's mother shielded her son. It's so good, it's so sad, gradually, Song Yu is unwilling to explain, the genes are all given by his parents, and there is nothing to explain.

"He is indeed a self-written paper." Lu Jixue grabbed the notebook of the discipline committee member next to him in 2.5 speeds, and drew several lines with a black gel pen until the paper was almost torn.

"You know him?" After seeing Song Yu's nametag, the disciplinary committee member realized that he looked like a fool. This was not only Lu Jixue's classmate, but he also wore Lu Jixue's spare nametag on his chest.

The Disciplinary Committee member smiled awkwardly, and winked at Lu Jixue, meaning that he was an old acquaintance, so you should have said it earlier.

Song Yu was patted on the shoulder and sat down in silence.

Lu Jixue was standing not far away watching him. He didn't want to look up, so he picked up the gel pen on the table as a cover, pretending to write the question seriously.

Song Yu felt that this moment suddenly became quiet, and a song suddenly rang in his mind, it was a slow song that Song Yu had been repeating for a long time, you are my scenery, the clouds are high and the wind is clear, standing here.

Lu Jixue thought that Song Yu was still worrying about being wronged for no reason, whether he was still worried about his points being deducted, it seemed that he was so sad.

A piece of paper suddenly appeared in Song Yu's sight, he looked up the wrist of the owner of the white paper, and saw Lu Jixue's expressionless face.

"No points deducted, don't worry."

60.

In the second half of the class meeting, Song Yu was still remembering.

In fact, points will be deducted. It’s not a big deal. He is not an excellent 985 preparatory student, and it is impossible to study abroad after finishing high school, because his family has no money to study abroad, but he feels panicked. When I panic, I don't look good, and in someone's eyes, I look ugly again.

It's not the first time I've made a fool of myself, Song Yu has already tacitly agreed, well, I'm really stupid, not outstanding, very ordinary, so ordinary that I can't be more ordinary.

The class teacher finally ended the topic of adolescent mental health and knocked on the podium.

"The following two things, listen carefully."

Song Yu sat up straight and began to listen carefully.

"The duty schedule has been completed. Each duty team leader has written the distribution plan of the team members and handed it over to the monitor after class. Also, the two self-study classes every Tuesday afternoon are elective courses. What courses do you want to choose? After class, go to the monitor to sign up. .”

Song Yu lamented that the squad leader is really busy. To be honest, the school should pay the squad leader, and the school committee should all be paid.

Team member assignment?

Song Yu, as the leader of the students on duty on Friday, was at a loss.

Logically speaking, wiping the blackboard is the easiest. Just wipe the blackboard before each class, and you can go home after school after wiping the blackboard, without wasting your personal time. This work is usually done by the team leader of the on-duty students.

Song Yu looked at his team members, the first one, Lu Jixue.

Headache.

Song Yu didn't want to go against the squad leader who had power over the government and the public. A man can bend and stretch, and he will back down when it's time to back down. This is not only a noble quality, but also a precious wisdom.

With a swipe of his pen, Song Yu wrote: Lu Jixue - wipe the blackboard.

In No. [-] Middle School, sweeping the floor is not the most tiring thing, mopping the floor is the most tiring, because the team members who mop the floor not only have to mop the floor, but also take out the garbage. The walls and windows must be wiped clean. Class [-] is a large classroom with many public areas. That large area is within the inspection scope of the student union.

Song Yu gritted his teeth and rowed himself into the mopping group.

Alright, the distribution is over, everyone is really good!

Thumbs up.

During the break, Song Yu asked Fang Zhihui to discuss which elective course to choose.

Fang Zhihui suggested that of course it is better to choose modern popular music appreciation.

"Have you been listening to music for two classes?" Song Yu asked with a very confused expression.

"Uh, maybe... watch the MV too?" Fang Zhihui spoke indiscriminately.

"What do you think of the movie and TV show appreciation class?" Song Yu suggested.

Fang Zhizhi nodded, "But I feel that there will be many people to choose, can we choose?"

"Try it, if it doesn't work, let's choose modern popular music appreciation. If the crowd is still full, we will choose one to explore the mysteries of life and the mysteries of the universe..."

Speaking of exploring the mysteries of the universe, Song Yu thought of RMB players continuing to explore the universe.

"Okay! It's fixed! Choose movie and TV show appreciation!"

So Fang Zhihui and Song Yu surrounded Lu Jixue, and there were many classmates behind him, all of whom wanted to watch movies and TV shows.

"Heroic and good at fighting! Wisdom and courage! Suave and suave! Handsome squad leader!"

Lu Jixue stopped writing and glanced at Song Yu, "What do you choose?"

"Appreciation of movies and TV dramas! Please! Thank God, thank you! Thank fate for letting us meet!"

Lu Jixue looked a little better, and glanced at Fang Zhihui, "What about you?"

"Appreciation of movies and TV shows! Thank you, monitor! The monitor is so handsome!"

Lu Jixue nodded, as if he knew it well.

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui squeezed out from the crowd.

"What do you think the monitor can choose?"

Fang Zhihui ate the last piece of watermelon candy in his hand. "The class leader can't be chosen. The school said that the top three in each class must choose to explore the mysteries of mathematics, Chinese, English, physics, chemistry and biology! For short, class!"

"What a disaster! What about historical geopolitics?"

"Our school puts more emphasis on science than literature, don't you know?"

Song Yu said oh, and said in his heart that I just want to study literature. I think history and politics are particularly interesting, but geography is a bit difficult.

Fang Zhihui looked at the group of people in front of Lu Jixue's desk, and shook his head, "Brother Song, I don't think the two of us may be able to choose, it's too popular, I think everyone wants to choose this!"

Song Yu also shook his head, "Forget it, if you can't choose it, you can't choose it. It's all about luck. It's not easy to choose other classes. If you can't choose it, it means you don't have this class. It's equivalent to everyone. Being approved is equal to not being approved."

Fang Zhihui hummed, "Very good, Brother Song, are you a great philosopher and thinker? Your name should be printed in the notes at the bottom of the Chinese book. Song Yu, a great philosopher and thinker in Huai City No. 21 Middle School in the [-]st century , representative works: "Daydreaming", "Whimsical" and so on."

Song Yu kicked Fang Zhihui, very sincerely, firmly, firmly and accurately.

Lu Jixue stopped writing and glanced at Song Yu's smiling face.

Pick up a pen and fill in the registration form for elective courses.

Appreciation of Movies and TV Shows: Song Yu.

Explore the mysteries of Sahara Storm: Fang Zhihui.