The nationally unified athletes' march came from the school radio, and the music rhythm was sonorous and powerful.
The students in the school military band wore white gloves, and those at the front held batons in their hands. The students behind them held drums, trumpets, trombones, saxophones and other musical instruments, and strode forward one by one with their heads held high.
Walk forward and sing in unison.
This is a club that Lu Mingfei once dreamed of joining because they would have the opportunity to appear in front of all the girls in the school during any grand ceremony.
The thin boy changed into his school uniform and hurried to the class array.
"Lu Mingfei, you're late."
Standing in front of the class queue, the middle-aged head teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses glanced at him and then said coldly.
The boy nodded and bowed his head to explain, still unable to avoid the punishment of standing and listening to the teacher in the next class.
The principal was now standing in front of the rostrum, picked up the microphone and began his impassioned speech. The students of Shilan Middle School applauded in unison.
"Next, we invite senior Chu Zihang, a graduate of the 10th class, to give a speech to everyone. Chu Zihang has been ranked first in his grade in Shilan Middle School for three consecutive years. There is no doubt about his strength. This time he won the first place in the Ivy League in the United States.
The prestigious school has also received a full scholarship in US dollars. Our school finally has the opportunity to have the time to invite such young talents to the school to impart some experience. Everyone must listen carefully and learn from Senior Chu."
After speaking for about three minutes, the somewhat balding middle-aged principal raised his hand and looked at the gold-plated waterproof fully automatic mechanical watch, and then began to introduce the outstanding graduates this time, giving another long speech.
But when the first name on the list appeared, there was an uproar among the students below.
The girls jumped up and covered their mouths one by one, their eyes full of excitement and anticipation. Most of the boys said, "Why is it him again?" "I want to die." "I don't want to live in his shadow forever!"
Such a look of hesitation and sadness.
Chu Zihang, dressed in white, walked up to the rostrum, took the microphone from the principal's hand expressionlessly, and walked to the center of the table.
The principal, who had always been serious and powerful in the students' minds, now stepped aside with a smile, his head held high, and he proudly looked at the students coming out of Shilan.
Lu Mingfei looked at the figure on the podium with great envy. To be honest, as long as he was a boy in Shilan, there was no one who did not treat this almost perfect guy with envy, jealousy and hatred.
When Chu Zihang was still in high school, when the class was doing morning exercises in the drizzle, he would stand in the teaching building, dressed in white, and observe and record the situation of each class. Even the girls in the array were just watching from a distance.
Whenever he glances at him, he will show an expression of exclamation and joy.
When the students in the class were still wearing brands like Nike, Adidas, etc., Chu Zihang had already started to wear brands like (Yageshidan). The Aquascutum scarf was tied in a loose knot on the Diesel jacket, expressionlessly.
As he walked through the school street, the onlookers praised his British style.
Lu Mingfei thought more than once, how great it would be if one day he could stand in front of the rostrum like Chu Zihang, where everyone was watching, impart successful experience to the junior students, and accept their roaring applause.
But Chu Zihang above clearly doesn't have as much inner drama as Lu Mingfei, and he doesn't understand where his envy comes from.
He simply introduced himself, and then listed his three-year high school study plan, each one of which was as precise as the mechanical gears in a Swiss clock. Chu Zihang spoke very few words, and each sentence was enough to extract a lot of valuable information and experience.
Ba's speeches are always enlightening, and many of the students below have expressions of sudden enlightenment, followed by admiration.
"I hope all the juniors and girls will have a bright future, go for the college entrance examination, and go for it!"
Chu Zihang frowned slightly and read out his final speech following the literature department's manuscript.
Lu Mingfei was covering his face below. The end of this manuscript was what Chen Wenwen asked him to write, saying that some graduating seniors might need to use it. I didn't feel much when I wrote this sentence.
But no matter what, some lines are different when spoken by different people. Coupled with Chu Zihang's handsome face, no matter how good the lines are, they can convey a different atmosphere.
The girls were applauding loudly, and the corners of their eyes seemed to be wet with crystal tears. They had all participated in Chu Zihang's support group and played cheerleaders in his basketball games.
After Chu Zihang went to study abroad, nearly half of the girls quit the cheerleading team that summer because of his further education. For a time, the youth of all the girls in the school seemed to disappear with Chu Zihang, and they all studied hard.
Some crazy people even want to follow in his footsteps and study in the United States.
They didn't expect that they would be able to see their idol after half a year. How could they not be excited now?
There is a tall girl with a pretty face in the class group who is also applauding softly, her beautiful eyes are full of longing and expectation. The campus piano goddess, Liu Miaomiao.
Chen Wenwen, the director of the Department of Literature, was also on this list, but she frowned slightly while Chu Zihang was reading the speech, and inadvertently glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was smiling naively.
Under a thick birch tree next to the crowd under the rostrum, a young man wearing a Mickey-colored windbreaker leaned against the tree and watched the speech on the stage with interest.
The principal of Shilan Middle School also invited Li Longyuan to give a speech, but he declined. After all, he transferred from Shengtang, and many students had never heard of him, so he was not convincing.
"It seems that you are very popular in school, senior brother!"
During the break, Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang were walking in the corridor of the teaching building, and the handsome young man raised his eyebrows and joked.
"I just studied here for three years and I know a lot of people, and a lot of people know me."
The paralyzed Chu Zihang put his hands in his pockets and responded indifferently. He didn't think that getting a lot of people's attention was something worth celebrating.
This scene was seen by many students looking out from the classroom. They were shining like a pair of twin stars, and they were the most influential figures in the entire Shilan Middle School. Even though they have left Shilan now, they can still be seen when they come back.
It has received widespread attention from everyone.
"You're all back, why don't you go and see Class 7?"
While walking, Chu Zihang suddenly turned his head and glanced at Li Longyuan.
He was naturally talking about Class 7, Grade 3, the class Lu Mingfei was in.
"Snapped!"
The handsome boy opposite did not respond. Instead, he opened the aluminum ring on the Coke can, pressed his hands on the railing, and drank the soda.
"Hi, Lu Mingfei."
Li Yongyuan, who was looking at the scenery, suddenly stretched out his hand and waved to the boy walking around the corner in the distance.
The thin boy with half-long hair that was a little messy and two dull hairs standing on top pointed to himself hesitantly, and then trotted over under the envious eyes of everyone.
This is the meeting of the century between the Great Demon King of Shilan and King Li of the Tang Dynasty! How can ordinary people have the opportunity to participate? If the title of the Three Musketeers of Shilan was announced tomorrow, Lu Mingfei would become completely popular.
The boy obviously did not expect that Li Longyuan would see him so soon and call his name without any awkwardness. You must know that they have only met each other a few times.
Compared to Lu Mingfei's doubts, Li Longyuan already knew a lot about him. His parents may be students from Kassel College, and he currently lives with his uncle and aunt. He likes to play StarCraft, has a gentle personality and is a bit cowardly, and his grades are average. Except for games.
Apart from technology, his performance is the same as that of a normal high school student.
But it was this that made Li Yongyuan curious about him. Even before the golden eyes were awakened, mixed-race species would still show power beyond ordinary people.
Either Lu Mingfei is like Fingel, a useless fighter with genetic mutation, or he is an evil dragon trapped in shackles. Only by breaking the things that imprison his power can this dragon flap its wings and fly.
"Classmate Li."
Lu Mingfei walked forward with some excitement and greeted them slightly nervously. Although both of them behaved very gently, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him from the window, like rays of light on his back.
"Senior Brother Chu."
Compared to Li Longyuan, who was at the same level, Lu Mingfei was more respectful to Chu Zihang, who was one year older than him, barely even bowing deeply.
Chu Zihang just nodded silently in response, showing an expression of reminiscence.
He remembered Lu Mingfei. Every day before going to bed, Chu Zihang would recall the evening of the torrential rain and play the entire scene in a loop countless times like a projector film.
Chu Zihang originally wanted to stop Lu Mingfei and give him a ride in the man's car, but the boy was like a lonely little beast. Before he could say hello, he disappeared into the night under the pouring rain.
Then, the black Maybach with the two Ws overlapping into a mountain shape and the shark-mouth air intake grille drove up under the heavy rain. The man in front of the driver showed off to him this top-notch Mercedes-Benz with voiceprint accusations, and only three people's voices were recorded
Permissions.
Then, there are the hordes of Deadpool Legions, their golden eyes are burning with bright flames, their bodies are ferocious and weird, but they are all full of power. Their faces are pale and weak, but each one
His face seemed to hide too many past events.
When the storm was at its most violent, thunder and lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the eight-legged horses kicking on the asphalt ground. A man in golden armor held a long, twisted spear and steered the horse toward them slowly.
Later, he found out in "Norse Mythology" that it was a spear Gungnir made from branches of the world. The name means Gungnir. It is said that "once thrown, it will definitely hit."
Hit the target." The spear pierced the sky like lightning and like a wave of lightning, swift and powerful.
The man resisted desperately on the viaduct, holding the sacred sword Murasame and showing off his power. This was also the first time Chu Zihang saw this coward man showing his fierce nature like a lion.
This ordinary and cowardly man who likes to eat braised large intestines and spicy hotpot, who likes to brag with his colleagues, who has no say in the family, and who would go to eight streets to buy the things his wife likes just because of her words, is now like
Be as brave as a god descending to earth.
Maybe it's because he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, or maybe the man doesn't allow any Deadpool to get close to the Maybach, nor does he allow any monsters to harm the people in the car.
There was a strong smell of blood almost everywhere. Countless deadpools rushed up and were cut down by the man with a knife, but there were still overwhelming monsters with golden eyes rushing forward.
They are densely packed in all directions, like the tide.
"run!"
The man roared angrily and threw the knife into the Maybach. His eyes lit up with a brilliant golden color, like a blazing flame rising and boiling!
At that moment, he knew that the three people with the authority to accuse the Maybach's voiceprint were the boss, a man, and himself.
The voiceprint charge was activated, the turbine engine rotated violently, the boy turned the steering wheel, and rushed forward on the viaduct like crazy. No matter what monsters and monsters he saw coming up, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and slammed into them.
He was so scared at the time that he didn't even dare to take one last look at the man in the rearview mirror.
Later, he miraculously escaped from the viaduct and survived, but he could never find the man again and could never enter the viaduct again.
It turns out that some mistakes caused by cowardice and incompetence require a lifetime of guilt to make up for.
"Senior Brother Chu?"
The young man's clear voice seemed to ring in his ears, and Chu Zihang came back to his senses slightly. It turned out that it was Li Longyuan who was calling him softly.
"You guys know each other too?"
The handsome young man pointed at Lu Mingfei and then at Chu Zihang. He could see the distracted expression of his senior brother just now.
"Well...Senior Brother Chu has always been a role model for us to learn from."
Lu Mingfei scratched his head nervously. Of course he knew Chu Zihang. And as early as when he was in junior high school, he knew that Liu Miaomiao in the class had a crush on this senior brother Chu. It was just that people would not be so indifferent to him.
The extremely ordinary characters in the pile create an impression.
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"Okay, in that case, I will form a bureau so that the three of us can have a good exchange."
Li Longyuan patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder with great satisfaction and pulled him away while he was at a loss.
Chu Zihang's eyes were also full of doubts. But a look from the young man made him put his worries aside. Li Longyuan would not do anything illogical.
Well, probably not.
"Professor Wu!"
Li Longyuan and Lu Mingfei knocked on the office door.
"Oh, rare visitor, rare visitor!"
The middle-aged man who was holding a large steel and porcelain water cup and blowing tea put down the cup. His silver-white Casio business watch was covered by his fallen sleeves and he looked out the door in surprise.
He even smiled a little at Lu Mingfei beside him.
"I have a small matter that I would like to ask classmate Lu for help. Can you grant him a half-day leave?"
Li Yongyuan got straight to the point. The man wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses was the class teacher of Grade 3 (seven) who had taught Li Yongyuan before.
"this……"
The man showed a slightly embarrassed expression.
"We still have to see what Lu Mingfei means."
It is quite troublesome to approve leave for senior high school students, and the man did not want to refuse Li Longyuan's request, so he simply kicked the ball to Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei nodded naturally. The next class was Chinese, and it was also the class where he was most likely to fall asleep. Moreover, he was punished for being late and was punished by standing to listen to the class.
"Ming Fei, learn more from Li Longyuan's experience in reading, and ask more, read more, and think more."
Finally, the man pretended to be a class teacher and encouraged Lu Mingfeidao. Although the focus of his work was not on the boy.
Lu Mingfei nodded and bowed to say goodbye. Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan sandwiched him on the left and right, looking like the Three Musketeers.
The students in the window looked at the three of them leaving and looked at each other.