Chapter 452 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 8
Chapter 452 The honest and cowardly contractor father has a daily headache 8
The next day, the opening ceremony.
All new students must line up in an orderly manner to attend lectures under the arrangement of the teacher.
Fuchen never seriously participates in such occasions.
She fled directly to the backstage of the speech.
The uniforms for freshmen in the first grade of junior high school are blue, those in the second grade are green, and those in the third grade are red. They are very easy to distinguish.
There were several people standing scattered in the background, memorizing speech lines.
The student speeches this time included freshmen from the first year of junior high school, students from the second year of junior high school, and students from the third year of junior high school.
Fuchen stared at the boy and said nothing.
The boy raised his head, looked at the person, and then at the school uniform. "Are you also a lecturer?" He listened to the sound of the microphone in front of him and said, "It's almost our turn."
Fuchen: "Are you the first prize winner of the city Olympiad?"
The boy nodded.
"Are you interested? I want to know what the level of the Junior High School City Olympiad is."
This is a door-to-door provocation. The boy thought, "What are you comparing to?"
Fuchen took out the book on his belly: "National Middle School Student Olympiad Highlights".
"You pick a question, and I'll do it. If I do it, I get one point. If I can't do it, if you can do it, you wait for one point."
"It's the same when I pick a topic."
"To the loser, give one hundred yuan."
The boy laughed, "Wait until I finish my speech."
The two found a studio in the art building to take the written test. There were enough chalk tubes here.
The two of them were writing questions on the blackboard and half of them were arguing over the topic, which was very heated. When the school bell rang in the morning, Fu Chen turned his head and discovered Zhen Shen standing in the classroom.
"Are you hungry?" This is a studio, and there is no doubt that it exists in the world.
The boy was startled. He stood behind him silently for an unknown amount of time. He had a bad impression of him for no reason.
But he is very good-looking.
Zhen Sen gestured, "How long will it take?"
Fuchen glanced at the formula on the table. He happened to be hungry, so he went up to write and said, "Right away." He completed the formula and stretched out his hand.
The boy suppressed his expression and glanced at Zhen Shen again, "I didn't bring any money. What's your name and what shift are you in? I'll send it to you tomorrow."
"Fuchen, Class 13." Fuchen threw the book to Zhen Shen who was carrying his schoolbag, "I know you are in Class 1, Grade 2."
"open--"
"Zhang Xingjian. Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement." Fuchen added.
Zhang Xingjian smiled.
Zhen Shen was quiet throughout the whole process, like a transparent person.
The two of them went directly to dinner, and Lanlan called to find her on the way. Lanlan dressed up specially, and even her blue school uniform could not block her delicate and beautiful face.
"Why didn't you wait for me?" Lanlan said coquettishly.
Fuchen was too lazy to pay attention.
They are not in the same class.
Lanlan Class 1. The best class.
She is in Class 13, in the same class as Zhen Shen. This class is as awesome as its code name. Usually, their grades are not as good as theirs. Apart from their grades, they all rely on their talents. It is a famous specialty class.
Lanlan's mother has strict requirements for her, and her grades should not be lower than the top ten in grade.
Fuchen never likes to talk to this kind of well-behaved baby who reads a lot.
There was no interaction at all.
It's just that when she went to the toilet in the fourth grade, her clothes were not put away properly, so she dropped them and got the smell of feces.
The class laughed at her for pooping on her body. She lay on the table and cried non-stop.
Fuchen was sleeping in the back row, only to hear the noise and scolded the group of people. After that, he was pestered by this girl.
In the afternoon, the teachers of each subject held the first class. They explained the classroom disciplines and got to know the classmates by name.
Fuchen ran away directly to play basketball. Zhen Shen followed her, and was already familiar with skipping classes.
I just walked around the campus yesterday and I already roughly know where it is convenient to skip school and where is a good place to stay (on campus) when skipping class.
The basketball court is more for those in the second and third grade of junior high school to play.
Fuchen successfully joined the first team with a three-pointer.
Zhen Shen sat quietly on the steps, reading and drawing.
In one afternoon, the teacher basically knew which thorns were in the class and which ones were soft persimmons.
On the first official day of class, Zhang Xingjian came over early to give money and made an appointment for the next competition.
Fuchen responded.
Then the word spread in the class, chasing Fuchen to ask for details.
Class 13, a specialty class, is also a good class.
No one likes to study, and no one needs to study seriously. Everyone is only interested in playing.
Yesterday the teacher took roll call, and there were only a few girls in the class, sitting around eating melon seeds and gossiping.
When the teacher saw this, he turned around and left.
Yesterday, this person just spoke on stage as an outstanding student representative, and everyone knew who this person was. At this time, he was a popular figure in the first grade of junior high school.
What does it mean when such a person comes to Fuchen and arranges a competition?
Fuchen was calculating in his mind: the school had just started, and it was the time when everything was still undecided and it was time to establish a team and start a career.
She has been in social circles and knows that social interaction at the beginning of school is very important. It affects the quality of life in the following years. She only said one sentence, "I competed with others in the Junior High School Olympiad and won."
I won’t say anything else.
Shock, this sentence is enough.
During morning self-study, the head teacher came and threatened me.
The class teacher was a 30-year-old woman with a stern and majestic voice. She slapped the reference book on the podium with a loud bang.
Both teachers and students know that the class teacher must establish his authority at this time.
Everything went wild yesterday. It was too early and it was not the right time. Tomorrow, all the teachers and students in all subjects will be offended. It is too late.
There is only morning self-study for the official class today, so it is the best time.
The teacher focused on scolding a few people, one of whom was Fuchen.
Although these few were scolded, they were still influential people in the eyes of the teacher and active members of the class.
At this time, his name was called out and his name became a whirlwind in the class. It was the best for establishing a clique.
Being scolded is a good thing, but scolding without answering back is not a good thing.
"Teacher, it wasn't the beginning of school yesterday, so why are you angry? Having too many nasolabial folds doesn't look good." A boy shook his chair and said with a smile.
Several other people helped, and some of them kept talking. They neither angered the teacher nor threw the teacher's blame away.
The conversation changed, and the boy left the conflict to Fu Chen, "Hey, there is a good prospect here. The first prize in the city's Mathematical Olympiad competition, the person who represented the outstanding students yesterday. She won the competition. If you train this kind of person well, maybe
You can move from our class to Class 1."
The teacher's attention has indeed shifted.
Fuchen looked back at the boy. The boy laughed and looked back at her with a smile in his eyes.
Sure enough, the teacher brought up the topic again, "Fuchen, you should play less basketball with others and do more math problems. This year, join Zhang Xingjian and others in the competition."
Fuchen looked serious, "Teacher, if I don't play, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a representative to play basketball in the sports meeting. After all! I heard that someone was knocked off the basketball court."
The boy suppressed his laughter and said, "You little bastard, why are you playing basketball? Can you play house with girls?"
"You are so tall that you are blind. You only grow taller but not brainy." Fuchen replied.
Teacher, "Shut up."
Boy: "I don't hit girls."
Girl: "You can't beat me either."
The teacher yelled, "That's enough! If you want me to drop out of school, what should I study? You are here to study, not to play basketball and fight! Wu Zhanfei, Yang Fuchen! Get out and stand!"
The two of them glanced at each other and went out to stand.
"How about recess time?" Wu Zhanfei whispered, avoiding the teacher's sight.
"What jackpot?"
Wu Zhanfei smiled, "I won't bully you. If I win, you can call me brother. If you win, I will call you sister."
"become."
The first lesson is the Chinese class taught by the head teacher.
No one escaped.
In the second period of math class, everyone also knew about the competition.
As soon as the bell rang, Wuyangyang all ran out screaming.
The first exciting thing when school starts.
Everyone was in high spirits.
The two occupied half of the court and competed one-on-one to see who scored more goals.
The boy is 1.73 meters tall and Fuchen is 1.6 meters tall. There is a huge difference in height between the two, but they know each other's skills as soon as they dribble.
The boy is tall and agile, and when the two collide, the difference in strength is not obvious at the beginning.
Next to him, a boy shouted, "Brother Fei, come on!"
The girls also shouted "Brother Fei, come on!"
Lanlan didn't know where she got the news, so she also ran over and shouted, "Come on Fuchen!"
Here, the basketball court is busy.
Over there, the class teacher couldn't find his class team on the playground - this has almost become a routine for every Class 13 in the first grade of junior high school every year.
Unless, like last year, there was no fight in Class 13 because of a boy who was extremely famous, otherwise there would definitely be a fight.
Of course, classes like this don’t happen every year.
But according to her eight years of experience in teaching classes, there must be a class that is uncontrollable every three or four years.
She did not deal with it. This kind of conflict between two tigers should be resolved as soon as possible, and the better it would be managed.
When the time comes to deal with this tiger in accordance with the law, Class 13 will still be under her control - and this premise is to be a "good old man" who is cold internally and protective externally. As for the black-faced Mr. Bao, the head teacher looked at the monitor on the stage
Grade Director.
On the high platform, the grade director of Class 13 was nowhere to be found and got angry, "Class 13 of the first grade of junior high school! Where is Class 13!"
"The head teacher of Class 13 comes to the playground!" the whole school announced.
The head teacher hid in the gap between the teaching building and the courtyard. He waited for about five minutes before running over in a "hurry".
The recess exercise lasted a total of 20 minutes. It took another 5 minutes to run over. After being scolded by the grade director, I hurried to the basketball court and the playground within the last 5 minutes of the recess exercise.
"What are you watching! You haven't gone to class yet!" The gymnastics music on the radio has finished playing.
"Those two over there!" the grade director yelled, turning to the class teacher, "What are their names? Call them to my office."
Class teacher: "Oh, I don't remember this either..."
I haven't entered the basketball court yet.
The onlookers left in droves through another exit.
The two people on the playground were fighting fiercely, and when it was a tie, no one wanted to leave!
"Those two!" Seeing the grade director entering the playground door, he wanted to come over.
Wu Zhanfei was momentarily distracted and was taken advantage of by Fuchen. He turned around to shoot and scored a point. Just as the bell rang! Fuchen turned around and ran away.
Wu Zhanfei didn't want the ball anymore and ran behind him!
"Don't be complacent! Let's compete again!" Wu Zhanfei was unconvinced.
Fuchen speeded up, not wanting to see Yang Yong on the first day at school.
"After school in the afternoon, let's have a game! No playing, just fighting! No time limit. Until you admit defeat."
After taking off their clothes, they are all muscular people.
Wu Zhanfei didn't regard her as a girl, so he agreed, "I'll see you in the gym during the third period in the afternoon." He turned around and ran to another road.
The two of them ran very fast, one south and one north.
The grade teacher ran halfway and was out of breath. He turned around and looked behind him. He saw that the head teacher of Class 13 could no longer run and was walking slowly behind.
"What are the names of those two people?"
"No, I didn't see clearly."
"Stop being careless! You still don't know what's going on in the class!"
Class teacher: "Teacher, leave it to me, leave it to me. We didn't come up to them and didn't catch them, so it's hard to tell. These kids are very evil and they won't recognize them until they are beaten to death. It's not easy to deal with, isn't it?"
"Leave it to me. I have a good idea of who they are. When I go back, I will shake down the mountains and knock down the tigers. I will definitely manage them well."
The grade director glanced at it, put his belly in his waist, and thought for a moment, "Okay. I'll leave it to you. It's really difficult for you to do it at the beginning. But if it continues like this after a month..."
"Okay, okay, the class situation will definitely be better in a month than now!"
"Go! Stop playing word games on me!"
The grade teacher here comforts me, and the class teacher over there takes up 5 minutes of the third period.
"How many scores are there in this basketball game? Did you enjoy the game? The whole class is not going to do exercises!"
"Fuchen, come with me!"
"Wu Zhanfei also comes out!"
Two people followed him out.
One person enters the office and the other waits outside.
Fuchen went in, and the head teacher didn't say much. He took out a set of competition questions from the drawer and said, "These are the questions from the city in the past three years. Get ready."
Not much to say.
When Wu Zhanfei went in, he didn't know what he said. When he went back and touched his nose, he just said he had been reprimanded.
The whole morning was noisy, with the teacher talking about himself and the classmates whispering, eating snacks, drawing, doing lipstick and manicure without disturbing each other.
Teachers and students are also harmonious.
Wait until the third class in the afternoon, self-study class.
In this kind of class, as long as there is no teacher to supervise it, people in Class 13 can basically move around freely.
Fuchen and Zhanfei ran away immediately, followed by half of their classmates.
Zhen Shen carried her schoolbag, walked to Fuchen's seat, and packed her schoolbag calmly.
"Who are you from Fuchen?" someone asked next to him.
Zhen Shen said nothing.
"I'm sick," someone else cursed and left.
The dusty schoolbag brought with it alcohol and disinfectant. The only books he touched were the math competition question papers. Zhen Shen trotted to the gymnasium.
The two men were already fighting in the hall, using their bare hands.
Fuchen has short hair, a flat chest, and a wild strength that I don’t know where it comes from.
Zhan Fei often fights with others, and his experience and moves are all learned in actual combat.
The two of them were just warming up, and no one was hurt.
Zhen Shen carried two schoolbags and squeezed to the front to watch.
People nearby who didn't know what was happening also came over to watch the fun, squeezed to the front, and casually asked, "Brother, what's going on?"
Zhen Shen glanced at the stage and at the group of people.
The little bald man huddled together with three boys to watch. His whole body smelled of sweat.
Zhen Shen turned her head and looked ahead.
"Hey, what do I want to ask you? You are mute."
The word "mute" was caught sensitively by Fuchen. He turned around and saw that it was Zhen Shen who was being pushed.
None of the classmates around me helped, they all watched the fun.
During this distraction, her chin was hit in a circle and her brain was dizzy.
"Stop, stop, stop, I admit defeat!" Fuchen said, quickly stood up, ran over, grabbed the little bald man he was pushing and beat them together quickly.
