Song Jiajia turned into Xiyuan Street with her schoolbag on her back. One hundred and fifty meters ahead was the school gate.
Today is different from usual. Many students from Dongchuan Middle School will raise their heads and pay attention to the school gate before entering the campus.
This is very strange. Everyone comes in and out of this gate from below every day, but few people raise their heads to care about the scenery above their heads.
Why does everyone stop and look up at the school gate before entering the school today?
After Song Jiajia walked a few dozen meters further, she finally understood what everyone was looking at.
Even though he was at the side, he could already see a red banner above the school gate, hanging below the four golden copper characters of "Dongchuan Middle School".
He walked around to the other side of the small street and saw clearly the words on the banner:
“Warm congratulations to our school’s football team for reaching the finals of the National High School Football Championship!”
"Holy shit, it's so impressive..." Song Jiajia couldn't help but sigh after seeing this scene.
Although he already knew that Hu Lai and the others had reached the finals of the national competition, Song Jiajia was still shocked to see this banner swinging gently in the wind at the school gate, standing high above and receiving the attention of all the teachers and students in the school.
People around him kept stopping at the school gate, looking up at the banner, and then whispering:
"Our school's football team is really strong! This is the second time we have participated in the national competition and reached the final..."
“And the one I defeated was the runner-up from last year!”
"Have you seen the game video online? Hu Lai is such a thief! Haha!"
"After looking at it, is this okay? I thought it was a foul..."
"How could it be a foul? It's allowed by the rules. How else could I call him a chicken thief? Who would have thought that a cat would be waiting behind the goalkeeper to put the football down?"
"It's really funny. Please look at the psychological shadow of the Chongwen Middle School goalkeeper..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Song Jiajia also smiled after hearing this, then with this smile she looked back and walked into the school gate.
After he entered the campus, he found that the bulletin wall in the front right was surrounded by classmates.
There were so many people around that the people behind could not see the content on the bulletin wall at all, and they did not understand why they were gathered here.
Song Jiajia didn't even move forward, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to squeeze in, unless he went to eat a bowl of snail noodles like Hu Lai did...
But he didn't need to squeeze in to know what was actually said inside.
Someone was reading loudly: "...next Monday at four o'clock in the afternoon, each class will organize students to watch the live broadcast of the national competition finals in the classroom! Cheer for the school football team!"
"Wow! That's great!!" The people outside cheered.
As long as there are no classes, everyone thinks this is a good thing.
Even if you don't like football, you must cheer for your school's football team.
Hearing this notification, Song Jiajia couldn't help but open her mouth.
After being "baptized" by the banner at the door, he thought this was the noodle table, but he never thought there was a bigger noodle table!
In order for students to watch the live broadcast of the game and cheer for the school team, even class time can be occupied!
Such a big deal... Song Jiajia has only seen it during the National Two Sessions - in order to let the senior high school students understand this year's hot topics and prepare for the college entrance examination, the senior high school students will watch the press conference of the Two Sessions on the projection TV in the classroom.
Now, the football team of Dongchuan Middle School also enjoys the same treatment as the two conferences...
Awesome!
Song Jiajia gave a thumbs up sincerely.
It truly deserves to be the number one sport in the world.
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Zhai Guangming stood in front of the window of the principal's office and looked towards the school gate through the open window.
From his condescending position, he could clearly see the dense crowd gathered in front of the notice wall. They were all attracted by the notice with his signature.
In fact, Zhai Guangming was under tremendous pressure when making this decision.
After all, this involves a lot of adjustments to teaching work. Although there is a self-study class on Monday afternoon, one class lasts forty minutes, and a game lasts for ninety minutes including injury time. This means that it must be
There will be a normal teaching class that will be affected.
In the end, Zhai Guangming used his personal prestige to forcefully decide the matter. As for the affected teaching classes, he can just find self-study classes to make up for them later.
The most important thing is to cheer for the Dongchuan Middle School football team.
After all, self-study classes are not only available on the afternoon of next Monday, but the fact that the Dongchuan Middle School football team can reach the finals of the national competition can only be seen on next Monday.
Which one should take priority? Is there any need to discuss it?
Hearing the cheers coming from the bulletin wall, a smile appeared on Zhai Guangming's wrinkled face.
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Hu Lixin stood in the guard box at the entrance of the community, raised his hand and saluted every owner who passed in front of him, and repeated it countless times, almost becoming a conditioned reflex: "Good evening, welcome home.
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After finishing this shift and waiting for his coworker to finish dinner at the same time, he can come and take his place, and then he can get off work.
Then I ride the electric car home and have a simple dinner with my wife. Before going to bed at night, while my son is not at home, I do something with my wife...
Just have a perfect day.
At this time, a middle-aged man and a child wearing the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School came over from outside.
Hu Lixin knew whose child this was. He knew them, but they probably didn't know him.
His eyes briefly paused on the other party's Dongchuan Middle School uniform and then moved away.
He didn't know if this person was his son's classmate, but he didn't intend to let the other person know this, nor would he let his son know this.
He doesn't want his son's classmates to know that his son has a father who works as a security guard in their community. In that case, what will he think of Hu Lai? Will he laugh at Hu Lai, look down on him, and exclude him?
After all, everyone goes to the same middle school, but some people's fathers can live in a high-end community, while some people's fathers can only work as security guards in this high-end community.
Seeing them coming, Hu Lixin raised his hand and saluted.
Just when he was about to give his customary greetings home, he heard the young man wearing the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School say to the middle-aged man next to him: "By the way, Dad, do you know? Something happened in our school.
Big deal! The school football team actually reached the finals of the national competition! And in order to cheer for the school team, I will skip two classes next Monday and watch the game live instead! Is this an exaggeration?"
The boy's excited voice became smaller and smaller. They had already passed through the turnstile at the door and entered the garden-like community.
Until they walked in, Hu Lixin didn't say the greetings for returning home. He maintained a saluting posture and fell into a huge doubt.
Although there was no evidence, he relied on his intuition and realized that what the Dongchuan Middle School student said should be related to his son.
It's very simple. His son has not been at home during this period. His mother said that he went to participate in the social practice activities of a science and technology group. She also participated in one last year, so Hu Lixin had no suspicion at the time.
Although I went out longer this year than last year, my wife said it was just because the time for social practice activities was different every year.
With his consistent trust in his wife, Hu Lixin believed everything.
But now he feels that he may have been deceived.
His son should not be participating in social practice activities of some science and technology group, but playing in this national competition!
It's just that he still doesn't understand how his son, who can even wrestle when running on flat roads, got into the school team. Since this team has the strength to participate in the finals of the national competition, logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to look down on his son...
Thinking of this, he looked back at Lao Fan who was eating and looking at his cell phone in the guard room, and rarely urged him: "Have you finished eating, Lao Fan?"
"I'll be ready soon, I'll be ready soon." As he said this, Lao Fan retracted his gaze from the phone screen and then took the last bite of rice from the stainless steel lunch box into his mouth.
Then he put away his cell phone, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, ran out, smiled and said to Hu Lixin: "You are in such a hurry to go home, what delicious food did your brothers and sisters cook for you?"
Hu Lixin forced out a smile, and without answering his colleagues, he handed over the task of welcoming the owners home at the post to Lao Fan.
Then he turned around and took out his mobile phone, opened the browser and searched for "National Competition, Dongchuan Middle School". A Tieba post ranked first in the search results, with a picture.
"Hulai 'stole' a chance in the finals for Dongchuan Middle School!"
There was no need to click on the picture to see the picture. Just by relying on the name in the title, Hu Lixin could 100% confirm that his son really went to participate in the National High School Football Championship...
His face suddenly darkened, like the sky during a total solar eclipse.
