The monitor of Class B was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he nodded again and again: "Okay, okay."
Class B sent their Chinese class representative. Before coming up, he was quite confident and said to a few classmates next to him: "It's okay, as far as I know, the group of people in Class A are good in all science subjects, and the average Chinese score is almost hovering at 120."
But what he didn't know was that there were also a few people in Class A who were bosses of both arts and sciences.
Who it is, it goes without saying.
Since the other party was a girl, Jiang Mo asked her to start first with a gentleman's demeanor: "You first."
The girl didn't want to be polite to her either, and opened her mouth: "It's obvious to all."
Jiang Mo replied calmly, "Looking at things and thinking about people."
"Among the people, Qi Ji."
"Ji Zi Longwen."
"Gentle."
"Be polite."
"Corporal Lixian."
"..."
In the end, the girl really had no words, and she couldn't hold back for a long time.
Jiang Mo was still in an extremely relaxed state, and said calmly, "You lost."
The girl went back very embarrassed, and really wanted to swallow the big words she just said.
"Good!"
"Awesome!"
The audience applauded.
Jiang Mo returned to the Class A queue without any waves in his heart, and there was no sense of achievement - it was not a very formal competition.
However, seeing that they were all so happy, they still eased their faces a bit, and the whole person looked a lot more cordial.
Class B lost the opening, and the morale was a little low, but it was still quite graceful to urge Class A to quickly determine the physical fitness project.
As a result, Xia Yicheng didn't give Class A a chance to discuss it at all. He answered for them first and then said, "Push-ups."
This noun with only three words evoked some bad memories of Class A, and they looked at him with green faces and resentment.
Xia Yicheng smiled brightly: "Don't look at me, there is no negotiation."
Class A: "..."
"Do you have an opinion on Class B?"
Class B shook their heads like rattles, indicating that they had no problem with it.
"In order to ensure fairness, those who have gone to class A can no longer go to class." Xia Yicheng said, looking at everyone in class A, "Luo Nanqiu will not appear. Okay, let's choose from both sides, one male and female, divided into male and female groups."
The two sports bosses can't play, which is unfavorable for Class A on the surface, but reasonable people know that Xia Yicheng is helping Class A.
This move is considered a favor, and it is also to make Class A better integrate into the entire year. Let them no longer be so ethereal in the eyes of other classes.
I have to say that although he is usually not serious, he is still very attentive.
Regardless of grades, everyone is the same.
He is also a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
In the end, Class A chose the Sports Committee Zheng Yulin, the girls chose Xu Nian, and then Class B also picked a man and a woman out.
As for the result...
The boys' group was okay. The Sports Committee of Class A was also a potential sports boss, but the girls' group was really like what Xia Yicheng said. Basically, bad people pecked at each other.
The final result is 1:1, a tie.
Although it was not a happy result, there were no complaints from both sides.
Convincing.
When the group of people from Class B was taken back to training by their instructor, they didn't forget to turn around and howl to Class A in three steps: "Next time! Next time we will definitely win!"
Xia Yicheng replied loudly for them very thoughtfully, "Wait and see!"
Class A: "..." Why are you playing so much, people are obviously talking to us, what are you doing there?
In short, this three-day military training in No. 6 Middle School, with Xia Yicheng, the trouble king, as the chief instructor, is destined to be
To be rude...
After that, for two and a half days, Xia Yicheng urged the group of instructors with lower ranks than him to lead the students in various classes to do various things. They may be doing all kinds of strange physical training, or organizing some strange activities, anyway, it is not an honest exercise program.
The school leaders of No. 6 Middle School happened to be busy with the meeting, otherwise if they found out, they would probably cry and faint in the toilet one by one.
Until there was still half a day left before the training, the group of instructors finally remembered to prepare for the training, and then they started cramming with each class.
qingyustarkeyWell, Bai Wuluo (should remember correctly) classmates clocked in for five days in a row, thank you~
