Chapter 23 (1/2)
When the time came to nine o'clock sharp, the tutors of all grades of notting college arrived at the time point under the leadership of a middle-aged man in gray clothes.
Ye Zhiqiu, a middle-aged man, met from afar yesterday. He and Yu Xiaogang were very close. He should be the president of notting college.
On the central platform of the playground, the middle-aged man cleared his throat, held a stack of thick paper in his hand, and began to address the opening ceremony.
”Children, it's the beginning of the new year...”
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half an hour later, the people under the stage began to feel drowsy.
An hour later, ye Zhiqiu couldn't stand it, and his eyelids trembled.
This damned speech is indeed no matter which world, this kind of school leader speech is despairing. Endless slobber,
, please make complaints about Xie Zhiqiu's heart. I'm willing to call you the strongest of all Xie Zhiqiu's nonsense.
The speech, which started at nine o'clock in the morning, didn't finish until more than twelve o'clock at noon.
The middle-aged man didn't care about the expression of many students. Instead, he seemed very satisfied with his speech and showed a self satisfied smile.
(this incident is adapted from the author's own experience, and I still feel chilly when I think about it now, but it's not the headmaster who gives the speech, but the teaching director)
he looks around the drowsy students with a smile and focuses on Ye Zhiqiu.
”Ye Zhiqiu, I hope you can be a good student in the future.” The president of notting college suddenly said.
The students on the scene heard that ye Zhiqiu, who was named, looked at the past in unison. For a while, ye Zhiqiu became the focus of the audience.
When ye Zhiqiu heard the roll call, he suddenly hit a smart, as if a basin of cold water from the head to the foot, suddenly sober a lot.
Looking at the headmaster who is tired and can hurt people in the invisible, ye Zhiqiu dare not be presumptuous.
”Good principal, I will be a good student in the future.” Ye Zhiqiu's young face, a face serious and obedient look, like a good baby, will not let people doubt the authenticity of his words.
Six year old little Zhengtai's appearance, coupled with this deceptive tone, makes Wang Sheng and others slightly stunned. Is this really Qiu Ge?
If Tang San is here, with his understanding of Ye Zhiqiu, he will be able to see through at a glance. This kind of Ye Zhiqiu is the most untrustworthy.
”Well.” The headmaster looked at Ye Zhiqiu and nodded happily. The child seemed not as bad as other teachers said. Look, more obedient children.
At the end of the opening ceremony, ye Zhiqiu and his party went to lunch. Then he went to the sixth floor of the dormitory building, where the sixth grade students of notting college lived.
”Bang ~” the gate of liushe was kicked open.
Ye Zhiqiu looks inside with a startled expression and looks at his Xiao Chenyu and others, showing a smile of nuclear goodness.
”Boss Xiao, what about a nap? Is it better? ” Ye Zhiqiu walks into the room and looks around casually, as if inadvertently.
Xiao Chenyu's face is black on the bed.
Better? Good peat! We were beaten so badly yesterday. Today, I want to ask if we are well? Are you here to find fault? When we're so bullied?
[the value of negative emotions from Xiao Chenyu plus 166...]