boys' feelings are always poetry

65.

In the afternoon self-study class, the head teacher showed a kind smile and wrote four big characters on the blackboard, class leader election.

Needless to say, the position of squad leader was not included in the election content, and no one would doubt it. The position of high-ranking squad leader was quietly appointed by default. Song Yu looked at the positions on the blackboard, study committee member, sports committee member, Literary committee, psychological committee, what is the use of the psychological committee?It's like a student rights committee in a university, what's the use?

Song Yu originally had great confidence in the intelligence of the other party. He was a sports committee member in junior high school, and he did a good job. Long-distance running is a long-distance sport. He is very patient. He is also good at high jump. Although his legs are not so long, he is also good at long jump. I was jumping up and down, but I heard from the same table that the boy who competed with Fang Zhihui for the sports committee was a very popular young boy. During the military training, he would give sugar to the girls around him. He talked humorously and was full of female popularity. He is unrivaled in telling jokes and stand-up comics, he is the absolute comedian, the kind that Song Yu doesn't want to take a nap after listening to his jokes.

"At the same table, who do you want to choose?"

As soon as Lin Er heard this, he immediately covered his note, "What are you doing? This is a secret ballot!"

"I'll just ask! I don't want to speak out! I...I want to choose Fangzhi..."

Lin Er understood Song Yu's meaning, and it was a secret provocation to make her choose Fang Zhizhi, "Dear tablemate, you should be interested in canvassing votes for your good friend!"

Song Yu defended himself, "What gay friend? I don't know him well!"

"Ang, that's how it is! I don't choose Fang Zhihui."

"What? Do you want to choose that little boy who can only tell jokes? Although our wisdom is not as good as our name, we have no wisdom, but our strength is infinite! You will not suffer a loss in choosing him! Someday let him perform Fang Wisdom and pull the weeping willow!"

Lin Er didn't speak, but stretched out two fingers.

"what does it mean?"

"Two cans of Wangzai milk! I promise to vote for the sports committee! Honest cooperation! Integrity first!"

Song Yu gritted his teeth, agreed cruelly, and asked Fang Zhihui to reimburse him later.

After solving the problem of Cao Lin Er on the wall, Song Yu looked back at Lu Jixue, wanting to say something to canvass for Fang Zhihui, but didn't know what to say, so he turned back more than 50 times.

Lu Jixue closed the cap of the pen, and there was a crisp click, and Song Yu's heart was shocked.

"Uh... monitor..."

"I don't invest in square wisdom."

Song Yu resentfully folded his note, forget it, everyone has their own destiny, Fang Zhihui will go all the way.

66.

The voting ceremony was very simple. The class teacher counted the votes, and the class leader drew the correct characters on the blackboard. Before voting, there was a 5-minute self-introduction.

Fang Zhihui's competitor is very good at telling jokes, so the classmates in the class nicknamed him Xiao Wang, which is equivalent to the laughing king, the king of jokes.

Xiao Wang's 5-minute speech was well-prepared, not only relaxed and humorous, but also as a self-recommendation speech, which contained a lot of arguments and fully illustrated that he was very suitable for this position and would definitely be able to lead Class [-] to a new journey.

The more Song Yu listened, the more uncomfortable he became. The more he listened, the more he felt that Fang Zhihui only had three votes in the end. up.

The first thing to be disclosed is the number of votes of the school committee. The class flower with the most correct characters is the class flower. The class flower's academic performance is quite good and can be ranked among the top five in the class. We should not treat beauties and the sentient beings who appreciate beauties badly. Beauties always go to this kind of boring clerical work and cannot come out to sing and dance, which is very inhumane.

Then came the literary and art committee members. Zhou Xiaobai, who had the most votes, sang well, and his acting talent was outstanding during military training. It was in stark contrast to Song Yu's trashy jokes. Zhou Xiaobai lived up to his name, with fair looks and round eyes , the mouth is small, the face is also small, the height is medium, neither fat nor thin, if Song Yu remembers correctly, Fang Zhihui seems to be interested in this girl.

Lu Jixue carelessly drew the orthographic characters in front, and Song Yu and Fang Zhihui felt very worried at the bottom. Fang Zhihui and Xiao Wang's votes increased by about the same rate, all the way even, and there was no gap. Looking at it like this, it made me even more worried.

However, there seems to be no huge gap in the votes. Even if they lose, they are considered equal in strength. Everyone regrets that they are only a little bit close. It is not a winner or loser. Friendship comes first, and competition comes second.

The result was unexpected, but also reasonable. Xiao Wang and Fang Zhihui were tied.

Song Yu was nervous, he seemed even more nervous than Fang Zhihui, he really wanted to drink water and shake his feet.

The deskmate Lin Er asked, "Excuse me, do you have a sewing machine in your heart?"

The head teacher thought about it, and the tie vote is also normal. From ancient times to the present, which voting conference has no tie vote?

"Well, the squad leader has five votes in his hand, so the squad leader can draw directly."

Fang Zhihui was speechless, it was over, and it seemed to be cool, although he and the class monitor hadn't said a few words, even if they did, it would be flattery, but in the dark, Fang Zhihui felt that the class monitor was very kind to him. Unfriendly, maybe there are some hatred points, thinking of this, Fang Zhizhi felt a cool wind blowing from behind, it's over, cool.

Song Yu was speechless, the thought process was the same as above, even more certain than Fang Zhihui, it must be cool, cool.

It would be too miserable for the squad leader to stand on the opposite side of you. Fang Zhizhi closed his eyes and didn't want to look at it.

Lu Jixue looked at Song Yu's half-closed eyes, the little look he didn't dare to look at but wanted to look at was very interesting.

"The vote is over."

Lu Jixue steadily and ruthlessly drew five lines behind Fang Zhihui's name, one orthographic.

What the hell!

"Fuck! My brother is a sports committee!" Song Yu said this to his deskmate Lin Er, looking a little excited.