As a school-wide activity, No. 6 Middle School still attaches great importance to it. It not only specially customized a large banner, but also took out the high-quality sound that only the school celebration and sports meeting will use.
The process of the opening ceremony of No. 6 Middle School is no different from that of other schools. They all give the principal 40 minutes to talk about a lot of things, and then give the vice-principal and the seniors 15 minutes, and then Zeng Qinghua. Director Zeng came to Ma Wei, and only the freshman representatives were left to speak.
The previous few processes were really boring. Fortunately, this ceremony was held in the school auditorium. If it was in the playground, it was estimated that this group of students would sneak away halfway through.
After the principal finished speaking, the students of the second and third years of high school were arranged to return to class early, and the freshmen who stayed in high school were still suffering.
"Classmates, you must know that reading is not for teachers, nor for parents, but for yourself. So you have to..." The vice-principal was bald and spoke like chanting sutras. Everyone was drowsy, but under Director Zeng's coercive expression, he had to force himself to listen.
Only Luo Nanqiu.
This guy is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and he dares to sleep under the noses of Prime Minister Zeng. Under the cover of Jiang Mo, he slept very peacefully, attracting the amazement of the people around him.
Boss that is so typical of boss, learn good courage fat.
"Okay, Luo Nanqiu, the representative of the freshmen in high school, and Jiang Mo classmates will deliver the opening speech for everyone." The host announced angrily.
This host was transferred by the student union, and I don't know any special method. I can still be so energetic after listening to those teachers chanting for a long time.
Fortunately, Lao Zhou was still reliable. He woke Luo Nanqiu up ten minutes ago and reminded him to prepare to go backstage.
Obviously, Lao Zhou knew that this person was sleeping for a long time, but he turned a blind eye to it and passed.
Because he still knows how boring this kind of thing sounds.
Backstage.
"Are you sure you're awake?" Jiang Mo asked.
"Of course."
"Who will we talk about it first?" Jiang Mo discussed with Luo Nanqiu. After all, there was no rehearsal for this thing. He used to talk about it alone, but this year he didn't know what to do.
Luo Nanqiu sorted out her messy hair. Hearing this, without thinking, she replied, "Together."
Jiang Mo: "?" Isn't it like cross talk when talking about this thing together?
But time waited for no one. Jiang Mo didn't continue to delve into how to talk together, so he was urged to take the stage by the teacher in charge of the backstage.
"Hello classmates. I'm Luo Nanqiu from Class A of the first year of high school." Luo Nanqiu raised the microphone calmly and said expressionlessly.
Jiang Mo didn't have stage fright either, and continued: "I'm Jiang Mo from Class A of Senior One."
There was applause from the audience.
It was warmer and more lasting than the applause of the previous school leaders when they gave speeches.
Especially the group of people in Class A, they shot the most hard.
The group of students who were originally drowsy saw that the freshman representative was actually two handsome guys from Class A, and they suddenly had the spirit, sat upright one by one, and listened attentively.
The angry Zeng Qinghua's mouth was crooked.
"You have gone through three years of junior high school, passed the senior high school entrance examination, and have come to this day. High school is a new beginning. No matter what your grades were in junior high school, it is nothing. Don't be arrogant, because others are not worse than you." Luo Nanqiu said, pausing for a moment.
Jiang Mo understood it and connected it to him again: "Being able to come to No. 6 Middle School shows that your abilities are not bad. Whether it's an art student in Class 17 or a sports student in Class 18, your grades may not be as good as the ordinary students in the previous class, but don't forget that you have advantages that they don't have, and work hard to win glory for the school."
"The future is promising, come on."
"Our speech is over, thank you all."
The efficiency was amazing, it was over in less than three minutes, and there was no nonsense.
Applause roared.
If only those school leaders could speak so cleanly.
If only these two could talk a little longer like the school leaders.
After all, they hadn't seen enough of this immortal's appearance, and they hadn't heard enough of this voice, so it was over...
"I'll go, when did the two of you agree to talk together? Is it okay? Did you rehearse?" As soon as they returned to their seats, Luo Rong excitedly came over and whispered.
"No discussion, just play on the spot." Jiang Mo replied.
"Damn it, how did you do it?"
Luo Nanqiu replied slowly, "This is called tacit understanding."
Luo Rong: "... cow."
After tossing for an hour and a half, the opening ceremony ended successfully, and each class was sent back to the class to go directly to the second class.
It was not until the second class was over that the freshmen in Zhiyuan Building were boiling again.
The recruitment interview of the student union was in the big recess after the second class. In order to prevent too many people, except for the AB class and the first six classes, the rest of the classes directly chose five representatives to go.
Jiang Lu Chi is very self-aware to follow behind Luo Nanqiu, who has a good sense of direction and is a bug, followed by a group of A classmates who also do not recognize the way.
Sixth Middle School is too big, and the distance between the various buildings is still quite far, and their second class is an English teacher who feels uncomfortable without delaying the class. The other classes have already gone, and only their large army of Class A is still slowly swaying past under Luo Nanqiu's leadership.
Student Union Activity Room.
"Explain. Why didn't I see a class A?" Zhou Qihang, the president of the student union, took a deep breath and asked.