So the Devil King of Xia began to unscrupulously prank people.
If a person's posture is a little wrong, then congratulations, Xia's health gift package.
In just half a day, no less than 200 people have been recruited.
However, this approach also has the advantage that the efficiency of cramming has been significantly improved, and it only takes one morning to work quite well.
In the words of a shameless chief instructor, "There is no problem in fooling those school leaders."
This is not his nonsense. As he said, the group of school leaders were really fooled like that.
After all the presentations, the school selected several outstanding awards as usual, and Class A, who fished in troubled waters throughout the process, even got a second prize.
In order to make the layout more grand, Zhou Qihang, who seemed to be doing his due diligence, was actually Gu Qianyan, the vice president of the student union, and specially arrested two sophomores from the logistics department to be volunteers.
Commonly known as coolie.
"Okay, now we have asked Principal Chen to present certificates of commendation to our outstanding class representatives." Prime Minister Zeng stood on the podium with the microphone and said impassively.
Luo Nanqiu, as the monitor, needs to take the stage to receive the award on behalf of Class A.
To this end, Lao Zhou also came over to remind him to turn his face a little to the principal when taking pictures later to show respect.
He just said "um" and agreed.
He watched Lao Zhou walk to the end of the class before asking Jiang Mo with a wooden face, "Who is the principal?"
Jiang Mo: "..."
It seems that although this Luo classmate is not crazy, his face is blind.
For people he had met and didn't know well, he could barely recognize them alone. If he stood in a row, he could basically only distinguish men and women. Unless it was a more representative person who could remember it - such as Director Zeng, who had a strong sense of existence.
Jiang Mo quickly glanced at the entire row of school leaders sitting on the stage and replied, "The bald one."
Luo Nanqiu narrowed her eyes, but still couldn't tell the difference: "Nine out of ten school leaders are bald, which one do you mean?"
Jiang Mo: "..."
This is a bit of a personal attack. In fact, other people are not completely bald. Dare this guy to divide the hair with a higher hairline and a shorter hairline into the "bald" group.
Besides, in addition to the bald vice-principal, the bald is only "Mediterranean". If the group of school leaders knew about this, I am afraid that if he was not bald, he would have to be angry with this person's blatant mouth.
He reluctantly changed to a more accurate statement: "The fifth from left to right, the one who is a little less bald than the vice-principal."
Luo Nanqiu let out an "ah" softly, indicating that I knew.
Prime Minister Zeng had already begun to read out the list of winners and called the representatives to the stage. "Please, the class representative who has won the first prize..."
It doesn't take much time to get a prize and take a photo. After the class representative of the first prize received it, Luo Nanqiu was about to take the stage as the representative of the second prize class.
Appearance is justice, and as soon as he goes up, other people's attention is focused a lot.
The representatives of the other two classes who went up walked up to the stage happily while enjoying the eye-catching ceremony, and then stepped down happily after receiving the prize and taking the photo.
Only our squad leader Luo went up with an indifferent face and came down with an indifferent face.
Jiang Mo suddenly felt that he could still remember to look at the principal when taking pictures. Don't expect him to have a happy smile on his face.
Don't even think about it.
As soon as Luo Nanqiu returned to the Class A team, he stuffed all the prizes in his hand to Jiang Mo: "You take it, my hands are sore."
Jiang Mo was holding a bunch of prizes: "..."
I believe you have a ghost.
"Hey, what's there?" The few people standing in the first and second rows couldn't help but leaned over to take a look.
Jiang Mo subconsciously turned slightly sideways to avoid physical contact with them, and reported the things on his hand to them expressionlessly: "Badminton racket, ping pong racket, basketball."
qingyustarkeyWell, 'tourist' 😂 four days in a row... praise
