It was the end of the month a few days after Lin Yi's birthday.
This morning Zhao Mingcheng hurriedly entered the classroom: "That's it, students, there is a high-standard foreign affairs reception event in the school today."
"Originally, it has nothing to do with our senior year. The performances and volunteers were all freshmen and sophomores in high school, and none of the seniors were called."
"But the school just issued a notice requiring each dormitory building to collect all the clothes hanging on the balcony."
"So students who live on campus remember to go back at noon. You can go back to each dormitory one at a time."
Some boys below started shouting dissatisfiedly: "What kind of high-end event does it require us to collect clothes?"
Lao Zhao rarely explained: "Today, teachers and students from Yinton College in the UK are visiting China, so we must do a good job in reception."
"Have you heard of Yinton College? It is the top aristocratic high school in the UK and the alma mater of Prince William."
"Because foreigners use dryers to wash their clothes, so they don't need to dry them. It's not appropriate to hang colorful clothes like this on the balcony."
He had already processed it himself, and the original words in the notice were "damaging to the image."
What kind of excuse is this?
The classmates in the class complained that they were so stressed out from studying in the senior year of high school that they were burdened with this inexplicable burden.
In fact, Lao Zhao felt that the receptionists were so fucking grandsons that it was unnecessary to take off their pants and fart, but in front of the students he could only stand with the school.
"This is not only an important event for the school, but also a foreign affairs exchange event that the Lin'an education community and even the entire city attaches great importance to."
"The students are very knowledgeable. I hope everyone can actively cooperate. After today's visit, they will return to normal tomorrow."
Even though Lao Zhao was talking about this, he felt unhappy and had no choice but to swallow it back.
Lin Yi felt that this arrangement was very boring. Some idiot came up with it with a slap on the thigh. Even foreigners and foreigners might not notice this aspect.
However, he is not the kind of character who is blaming the sky and the earth, so there is no need for Lao Zhao to be caught in the middle.
So after lunch, it was rare for the five swordsmen in the dormitory to get together at noon at the same time.
"Is Yinton College a very powerful school?"
When Lin walked in, Xiao Haocheng was asking questions out of curiosity. He had always ignored what was going on outside the window and only focused on reading books by sages.
Liu Pengfei had heard a little bit: "It is called a public school, but it is actually a private school with high threshold and high reputation. The students who enroll are either rich or noble. As for the high qualifications, it is mainly because it is a designated training school for the heirs of the British royal family.
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"cut."
Zhang Xiaochuan interrupted with a disdainful tone: "It's just a comfort zone for rich people. Have you seen "Meteor Garden"? It's just a school like F4."
Brother Xiao nodded in understanding, but it was still too far away from civilian life.
Lin Yi's attitude towards this was dismissive.
After all, he had been in the society for a few years. The princes and grandsons of Yinton School could not reach him, but he had seen many ways of self-pretending by the rich.
Some people are really "strict with themselves and lenient with others."
On the bus in the capital, the aunts from Zhenghuangqi with the pattern of reaching the sky looked down on the outsiders, and all of them were filled with righteous indignation and cursed the "remnants of feudalism".
However, people in the country are debating whether to abolish the declining royal family. It is strange and strange that after the death of an old lady, so many filial sons and grandsons appeared thousands of miles away.
In high school biology class, when the topic of recessive inheritance was discussed, the royal family’s history of hemophilia was used as an example. Did you forget?
What a noble bloodline!
Lin Yi was the last to come back because he had an annoying conversation with Gu Caiwei in the cafeteria and had a daily quarrel with Zhang Jiaqi, the light bulb.
As soon as he stepped out of the balcony and was about to put away his clothes, he heard a sharp voice shouting from downstairs.
"I told you to come back at noon to collect the clothes. Why haven't you confiscated them now? It has delayed today's activities. Can you bear this responsibility?"
Lin Yi lowered his head and saw that the person jumping excitedly downstairs in the dormitory was also an acquaintance.
Director Wei is so majestic!
Wei Lingjuan from the student office was not alone in her anger at Lin. He looked around and found that there were still many clothes hanging struttingly on the balcony of the high-rise building.
This floor is full of third graders, and the honest kids in the first and second grade are more obedient.
"What about you? What are you doing standing there in a daze? Do you want me to go up and collect it for you?"
Maybe it was because he was too conspicuous standing on the balcony, but Director Wei quickly spotted him.
I don’t know if this guy is constipated today, or if he’s just too busy to do anything. Is this where he’s scolding a student to vent his anger?
Hey!
Lin Yi has been worried about preparing for the exam recently. The school's handling of this matter was unreasonable, and the reason for not having an incident was purely for Lao Zhao's sake.
This is a slap in the face, why don't you go to heaven?
It took Lin Yiyi a moment to decide, damn, I couldn't bear it anymore.
So he responded loudly downstairs: "Then please ask Director Wei to come up and collect it for me. Anyway, I don't plan to collect it myself."
Wei Lingjuan was stunned on the spot, almost doubting that she had heard wrongly.
What did he just say?
After all, she was not deaf. After reacting to this unbelievable emotion, she immediately turned into an uncontrollable anger.
"You! What's your name and which class are you in!"
"Who is your class teacher? Call your parents!"
Lin Yi admitted that he was impulsive, but not reckless.
It's already the end of March, and there are still dozens of days left for the college entrance examination. Can the school prevent me from going to the examination room, or does it dare to withhold my diploma and not issue it?
As for that, disciplinary sanctions may be left in the file...
He already has stable wealth and freedom, so is he still afraid of this?
Besides, Director Wei may not have such great power.
In short, he has considered the worst outcome and is able to bear it, so he feels confident.
"Director Wei asked me who I am. This question is not important. I would like to ask Director Wei who you are and who do you, the dean of students, serve?"
"The British have never seen clothes hanging on the balcony. Wouldn't it just open their eyes? Why not let them see what it's really like?"
"I heard that Yinton College is a boys' school, and I must have never seen girls. In this case, don't let girls appear at the reception. Otherwise, if you scare international friends, Director Wei, can you bear this responsibility?"
Director Wei was so angry that he was shaking all over and shouted: "Just wait for me!"
Lin Yi's roommates were the first to hear the noise. They heard the entire conversation clearly from the moment Lin Yi stepped out of the balcony.
Lao Lu was so enthusiastic that he chose to stand with his roommate without even thinking about it, raising his arms and shouting: "I won't accept it either! I won't accept my clothes!"
Zhang Xiaochuan is a man of action. He went directly into the room and took out the clothes he had just put in, and hung them back one by one with the clothes fork.
Brother Xiao hesitated for a moment, but still followed this "extraordinary" behavior.
Liu Pengfei wanted to be calmer. Without saying a word, he turned around and entered the house and rushed out of his dormitory.
Of course, he was not a coward. The nearby dormitories were all filled with boys from Class 34. After making contact, he immediately ran out and protested loudly together.
The stinky farts are the stinky farts, and Brother Fei is not lagging behind others in terms of loyalty.
There were twenty or thirty boys who were "making trouble" together, and the momentum was so great that it immediately alarmed the entire boys' dormitory. Many people came out to watch, and all the balconies were full.
Boys, especially those in the senior year of high school, are usually tortured to death by studying, and they are the most popular group of people who just watch the fun and don't take it too seriously.
Many people didn't even hear the quarrels upstairs and downstairs, and just followed the nonsense and took it as a vent. Anyway, the law does not punish the public.
"No clothes collected!"
"No clothes collected!"
"No clothes collected!"
There was a roar in the boys' dormitory, and the whole school was shaken. Seeing this attitude, Director Wei did not dare to reply. Of course, even if she wanted to shout, she couldn't hear it.
Lin Yi was very satisfied with the battle he had created. While others were shouting slogans, he finally finished his talk:
"What year is this?"
"I still fucking thought I was dreaming of returning to Daqing!"