To Travel by the Edge of a Creek

His daughter is doing well. His wife used to come to him with her crying daughter, and Lao Guo put down the chalk and went to comfort her. His daughter was fighting with his son, and regardless of whether he was right or wrong, it was his son who got beaten." Chen Xiao told everyone the gossip he heard.

"We boys are losing more and more status." Wang Yu sighed thinking of his little sister.

"Yes, yes" Liang Jia nodded in agreement.

In the same world, the same unruly and willful little girl who complained!

Yan Ran looked at the laughing scene downstairs, remembering that Liang Jia asked him to believe in Lao Guo and Lao Zhang, and smiled.

Lao Zhang and Lao Guo were fierce when it came to discipline, but at other times they treated the students as close to themselves as their own children. After that incident came out, Lao Zhang reflected on himself for a long time, blaming himself for being soft-hearted and thinking that the teacher would not be so easy to break. He went his own way and left that teacher in his senior year of high school, and the result was like that. After that incident, the next day he arranged logistics to fill the street lamps in the senior high school teaching building, and security guards came to patrol every day. He himself sat downstairs in the third year of high school when he had nothing to do, watching the students go to bed and be the last one to leave.

New Year's Day will be here in more than ten days, and the school has begun to prepare for the New Year's party.

The leader in charge of the party told the directors of the three grades about this and asked them to put on two shows for each grade.

"Hey, just leave this kind of thing to the first and second graders. Give them more stages to perform. We, the seniors, are nervous about studying." Lao Guo said.

He doesn't want to put on a show. It's okay to watch the show during the party and relax. Putting on a show is a waste of time. He doesn't want to waste a child's time.

"Our first and second years of high school are also the time to lay the foundation," the female director of the second year of high school said as she looked at her newly made nails.

"Don't you still have a year or two left in your first and second years of high school? Just put out a few shows this year," Lao Guo said with a smile.

"Director Guo, what do you mean? Your senior year students' time is time, but our freshman and sophomore year time is not time? Isn't this a hooliganism?" The newly appointed young director of the freshman class couldn't hold back his anger after hearing Lao Guo's words.

"If this is the case, then it's okay for us seniors not to watch the party this year. You can watch the programs you arranged yourself, and you won't be afraid of suffering a loss," Lao Guo said.

"Hey, you are simply unreasonable," the director of the first-year and second-year high school students attending the conference said in anger.

When the school leaders saw that the directors of the three grades were quarreling with each other, they blushed and hurriedly persuaded them: "They all have programs, just two, not many. It's New Year's Day. Let the children be happy and relax."

So on that day, the directors of each grade told their students about the next program, "If you are interested, please come to me to sign up as soon as possible. We will not wait until the deadline. If no one has signed up by 7pm on December 16th, this year will be cancelled." Qualifications for this grade’s New Year’s Eve Party”

After hearing the news, the first and second grade students became more and more excited, and more than ten people signed up that day.

After hearing the news, the senior high school students continued to work on the questions as if the matter had nothing to do with them. Lao Guo waited for three days and no one signed up. But Lao Guo was also very happy. Look, it’s not my fault for not letting the students participate, it’s the students themselves who don’t want to participate. It just so happened that I could still write a comprehensive theory in two hours at the party.

The students in Class 31 were always well-informed, and they found out that no one had signed up.

"Damn it, these people are really stupid," Yuan Wenxi cursed angrily.

"You still have the nerve to scold others? You're so awesome, why don't you do it?" Wei Ze bit into a piece of chicken steak and mocked.

"If I could fucking perform, I would still have to worry about them in the morning," Yuan Wenxi glared at him.

"Hey, everyone is busy studying to get into a good school. Do you think they are all the same as you? They are uneducated and have no skills." Wei Ze ate fried chicken nuggets and wrote five or three questions.

"What about you? Which good school do you want to get into?" In broad daylight, Yuan Wenxi put his arm around Wei Ze's waist and asked.

"Why are you so crazy in broad daylight?" Wei Ze was frightened by him. This was in the class.

"Kiss me and I'll let go" Yuan Wenxi made an unreasonable request.

"He's mentally ill." Wei Ze used a book to block the kiss and kissed her.

"Teach me a lesson," Wei Ze said, blushing slightly and pretending to be serious.

Yuan Wenxi actually took out his book and studied. This made his younger brothers feel puzzled. The boss actually wanted to study? The sun comes out in the west?

During dinner on December 16th, several people were still talking about this matter and felt that this year’s senior year of high school was over.

"How about we sign up?" Liang Jia suddenly said.

"Huh? Us?" Chen Xiao shook his head.

"I can't do it, I don't know anything." Lao Shang shook his head.

"Tablemate?" Liang Jia asked his deskmate to act coquettishly.

"Me, me, I'll stay with you, I can dance." Yan Ran fell into the trap as expected.

"My deskmate is the best." Liang Jia hugged his deskmate and smiled, and then said fiercely to the other two people: "Shang Ning, Chen Xiao, do you think you two can run away? I tell you it's impossible."

"Oh, I knew I couldn't run away. I can't dance or anything like that. I can play an unimportant role in a sketch," Chen Xiaodao said.

"Me too," Shang Ning agreed.

"OK" The two of them hit it off immediately and started doing whatever they wanted.

After dinner, a few people went to Lao Guo's office to sign up for two shows, one dance and one sketch.

"Have you thought about it?" Lao Guo asked in surprise.

These students.

"Well, we don't want to leave any regrets for our senior year," Liang Jiadao said.

"Think about it," Yan Ran nodded.

"Okay then,

But don’t affect your studies, you hear me? If I find out that it affects your studies, I will terminate your program immediately,” Lao Guo threatened them.

"Well, now that you've done it, do it better. Don't embarrass me. Just tell me about the funds and everything else," Lao Guo said suddenly as they left.

"I know, director, no," Liang Jia said sweetly.

Ever since he signed up, the kid Liang Jia has been particularly concerned about this matter.

He spent a self-study period writing a script, and the plot was light and funny.

Yan Ran read the script first and laughed so much that he burst into tears.

The plot is an adaptation of a fairy tale. It has no profound meaning, but it just makes people laugh happily.

"You've read all of Sissi's fairy tale books, right?" Yan Ran teased him.

"

Not really, I just read five or six books," Liang Jia said embarrassedly. In fact, he had read all Liang Qian's fairy tale books, and he thought they were quite interesting when viewed with an adult's perspective, and there were a lot of laughs.

Liang Jia had the script ready, but he just needed to find someone to do it. Yan Ran also started working on his dance show. He wanted to dance a dance that has become popular recently, but he also needed some people to dance with him.

After the two of them completed the basic work, they began the mobilization work. The two posted homemade posters on the blackboard, inviting senior high school students to participate in their program. The rehearsal time is during daily exercise time, so it will not waste anyone's extra time. However, the senior high school students just passed by to take a look, and were happy that they could go to the party this year. As for who would perform, it was none of their business.

After Yang Xue saw the poster, she told Liang Jiayanran that she could help with odd jobs while delivering things to Class 4 after class.

"Liang Jia, please pass out the papers for your class and hand them in tomorrow." Yang Xue handed the math papers brought from the office to Liang Jia.