boys' feelings are always poetry

169.

The final exam is approaching, and there is also an exam in physical education. The physical education teacher said, no other exams, no fancy things, just dance and dance the youth dance between classes, and score.

When it comes to dancing youth, Song Yu wants to dance the soul, not the body. When he is doing exercises between classes, he uses Fang Zhizhi’s words to describe it as a hanging string puppet. The other end of the string is held in the hand of an old man who has just recovered from a cerebral thrombosis. Here, it means that Song Yu looks like an old man with uncoordinated limbs when he skips class exercises.

Song Yu had defended himself, it wasn't because he was uncoordinated, it was because he had a bad memory and always forgot his movements. When doing exercises between classes, he had to watch Fan Buwei's movements in front of him, and then he was a second slower, and he couldn't catch up with him. With my left hand, I stretch out my right hand, they bend down, I stand, they stand upright, I start to bend down like planting rice seedlings with my head down.

"You can't do this, you can't even remember your movements, you are unqualified!"

"Fang Sports Committee!" Song Yu made a look, and secretly stuffed a stack of Xihuangtaiyi's flash cards into Fang Zhizhi's pocket, "For Xihuangtaiyi's sake!"

"Actually, I like the zombie priest."

"..."

Fang Zhihui, as the sports committee, does not need to take the physical examination, he is directly outstanding, the sports committee has this special treatment, and he is also a celebrity in front of the physical education teacher, the physical education teacher used to learn high jump, and saw Fang Zhihui's results at the sports meeting , I also called Fang Zhihui's mother, and thought about letting Fang Zhihui learn physical education. His grades are good, and his professional grades are also good. In the future, he can be admitted to a good university. How easy it is to take the postgraduate entrance examination and become a physical education teacher in high school and junior high school, and sports is Fang Zhihui's favorite career, just like Lu Jixue loves learning, I love learning, learning makes me happy, please help me!Give me a copy of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" to do it!To put it bluntly, that attitude reminded Fang Zhihui of his father who had been missing for many years.

The squad leader also doesn't have to take the physical examination, and the squad leader also has this kind of special treatment, which is miserable for ordinary people.

Song Yu found Fang Zhihui and asked him to teach him how to do the movements.

Fang Zhihui said, "It's been a semester and you still can't understand it, and I can't teach it! Unless you give me a bunch of Zombie Daoist flash cards!"

Song Yu:?

Song Yu: I will give you a kick so that your flowers wither and bloom all over the sky!

170.

The physical examination began. Fang Zhihui was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He borrowed from Cao Er, only [-] degrees. Standing next to him, he didn't take anything, just standing there to supervise.

These two people stood there, just like the county master and master at the gate of the yamen, except that the county magistrate slipped to the tip of his nose. At first glance, he was the 80-year-old magistrate, wearing reading glasses, and standing beside him was a handsome and handsome master.

"Lin Er, please start your performance."

Lin Er glared at Fang Zhihui, and complained repeatedly in his heart. The little dung beetle pushed the dung balls and took the dung balls as dry food. Fang Zhihui must have never imagined that in the heart of Lin Er, he had become a hardworking and simple dung beetle pushing dung balls .

Lin Er performed well. Song Yu thinks that Lin Er is the kind of female classmate who says one thing and does another. It is not derogatory. Song Yu scored 45 points, and she scored 120 points. As a result, in the monthly and midterm exams, she scored more than [-] points in the math test, which was about the same as Fan Buwei.

"Lin Er, medium."

Fang Zhihui made a comparison. Judging under such strict standards, classmate Lin Er can still get a good grade in the middle. He should be very happy in his heart.

Lin Er clicked his tongue and thought to himself, the little dung beetle pushed the dung ball farther and farther, the more he pushed, the happier he was.

"Next, Song Yu."

Fang Zhihui compared yes again, and Song Yu also compared yes, meaning not nervous, my name is Song nervous.

Song Yu exhaled, and went through the main actions in his mind, first stretching out his hands, then jumping, then clapping, then bending down, and then...

"Song Yu, you... Mantis Fist Monkey Stealing Peach?"

Song Yu smiled embarrassedly, his little face flushed red.

"You dance again, everyone has two chances."

Song Yu danced again, with a very serious attitude. This time, he added a few tricks to the combination of mantis boxing and monkey stealing peach: kicking on the upper nine days, bending down on the lower part of the world, and splitting with love.

"Uh…"

Fang Zhihui was a little embarrassed when the grades fell on the pen, so he closed his eyes and wrote a medium.

"Huh? Medium?" Lu Jixue frowned, pointing to the report card and asking.

Medium is obviously unreasonable, there is too much water, logically speaking, it would be good for Song Yu to pass, but he still wants to be medium.

"Uh... sorry, sorry, just change it! Change it now!"

With a swipe of his pen, Fang Zhihui changed Song Yu's grades to pass.

"Huh? Passed?" Lu Jixue frowned, took the report card and corrected it himself.

Fang Zhihui was a little admirable. He never expected that the squad leader would be so fair and just, even his own wife and daughter-in-law would be killed, tsk tsk, it is worth learning from the world.

I saw that Lu Jixue neatly wrote in the column of Song Yu's grades: excellent.

Fang Zhihui:? ? ?

Fang Zhihui: Who gave you such great power!

Lu Jixue: People.