After those policemen were invited to the principal's office, nothing happened. Not only did they never appear again, but no one from teachers to students mentioned it. The entire campus was calm and nothing happened.
But something happened to You Yusheng. When he hid in the woods to smoke during class, someone covered his head with a sack from behind and then beat him violently. He was beaten with a bruised nose and face, and two mild rib fractures. He went home. I took sick leave for more than half a month. The school investigated for a long time, but could not find out who did it, so in the end they had no choice but to let it go.
It was another day before Ding Xuehan called Ling Cang, Liang Xiangyu and other parties involved, as well as squad leader Shen Fanlei, to the office. However, Ding Xuehan only learned about what happened, but didn't say anything else. She just told Ling Cang: "I'm very happy. You have such a sense of community, but no matter what, I don’t want you to cause trouble outside."
"Understood, teacher." Ling Cang understood immediately that the matter was over.
This is the strength of the aristocratic school, which can easily deal with the police. Speaking of which, although the school has enough reasons to protect Liang Xiangyu and others, it is entirely possible to push himself out as a scapegoat. Now it seems that the school treats himself and Liang Xiangyu equally. This made Ling Cang slightly moved.
"Okay, let's not talk about this..." Ding Xuehan smiled easily and then said: "The campus art festival is coming soon. You are all active members of the class. Do you have any ideas?"
"No matter what he thinks..." Liang Xiangyu glared and said with dissatisfaction: "We can't let the first class go up and excel again. Look at how they were beaten last time!"
"Although we are not in the same class, we are all classmates and we should unite well. Everyone has strengths, and we must learn more." Ding Xuehan shook his head slightly: "You go back and discuss it first to see who can perform what show. Then ask Shen Fanlei to report it to me."
Ling Cang knew about campus art festivals. The county junior high school held them every year. In the first grade of junior high school, Ling Cang got to know Errenzhuan. In the second grade of junior high school, he was catching up with the Super Girl show in China. Looking around, the stage was full of copycat Chun Ge. When I was in the third grade of junior high school, all the girls who were as fat as pigs came on stage, not just to perform but to pose in an "S" pose.
Only when we were in elementary school, there were finally no demons dancing around. One year, a girl from Linxian County played a song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" on the guzheng. It not only amazed the audience, but also left a deep impression on Ling Cang.
Ling Cang didn't understand why Liang Xiangyu had such strong opinions on other classes since this was probably the first art festival since they came to No. 1 Middle School. Later, when he asked Ling Cang, he found out that not long after the report was made, the Education Committee came to inspect the teaching quality, so the school There was a report performance. At that time, the first class organized a small chamber orchestra and played several pieces of classical music one after another, which was highly praised. The third class only contributed a few songs and was undoubtedly outperformed.
There are usually only thirty or forty people in a class, so it is not easy to run a small band in a class. However, no matter how naughty and mischievous the students are, they still have a sense of collective honor. Liang Xiangyu felt that his self-esteem was deeply stung: "The first class is to help classical music Silly B, come out with some classical music and you will die a worthy death."
"You have to admit if you are good." Shen Fanlei sighed softly and said helplessly: "Speaking of classical music... I can play the piano, but the piano is too big and it is not easy to get it on the stage. "
Ling Cang scratched his head and asked, "Is it okay to play cotton?"
Shen Fanlei threw a hygienic eyeball and said, "You want to play?"
"I can't play, but I can play."
"Pooping?" Liang Xiangyu blurted out, then realized that Shen Fanlei was beside him, and added embarrassedly: "I mean you want to play the erhu?"
"I can also play the erhu, but I prefer playing the violin."
When Ling Cang said something, everyone was stunned: "You? Play the violin?"
Anyone who knows something about music knows that the violin is known as the king of string instruments and is the most difficult of the orchestral instruments. Without ten years of skill, it is difficult to perform on stage.
Although many performers appear to be playing the piano on the stage with ease and ease, the movements are no different from sawing wood. In fact, there is hard work and sweat behind them. Moreover, learning music is nine points of spirituality and one point of hard work. If you have talent, Not enough, no matter how much sweat you shed, it is only as worthless as tap water.
Several students present felt that Ling Cang was destined to be a cotton player and was completely insulated from music and art.
Even Shen Fanlei, who had a good impression of Ling Cang, really had little confidence. She admired Ling Cang for coming from a poor family and working hard to get to the most famous aristocratic school in the north. In addition, she was dissatisfied with Ling Cang's life in the valley. The kind of life I live is very curious, because it is something I have never experienced and seen before, and therefore it is full of many romantic reveries.
However, this society ultimately adheres to the theory of blood. To put it bluntly, birth and family determine everything about a person. It would be a miracle that Lingcang could not drop out of high school and go out to play cotton. If he is lucky enough to graduate from high school, he can be admitted to a decent university. , probably also to study how cotton grows.
The violin is an art and has nothing to do with cotton, so it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Ling Cang.
Ling Cang didn't know that in the minds of his classmates, he was destined to deal with cotton in this life, so he confidently said: "Don't worry, although I'm not very good at pulling, I still get an award in our county." of!"
"Okay." Shen Fanlei nodded: "Since you insist again and again, I will give you the violin!"
"By the way..." Liang Xiangyu remembered something: "You haven't signed up for the club yet!"
"Yeah, I almost forgot..." Ling Cang happened to bring the club directory, took it out and looked at it for a few times, and was immediately attracted by one of the names: "Chinese Ancient Martial Arts?"
Several classmates laughed, and Liang Xiangyu said bluntly: "You should change to something more lively."
"Isn't this exciting?"
"Hey, not only is it not lively, it's simply...how to put it, there's no way to put it in words!"
"By the way, what is ancient Chinese martial arts?" Ling Cang said, pointing to another club on the list: "Isn't there already a Chinese martial arts club?"
Several classmates laughed again, but Shen Fanlei patiently explained to Ling Cang in detail.
It turns out that the biggest difference between Minghai No. 1 Middle School and other schools is that the students' extracurricular life is quite rich, with numerous clubs in various categories.
These clubs are either organized by the school or formed voluntarily by the students. The Chinese Wushu is officially established and is one of the earliest and largest clubs in the school.
Later, a student from a martial arts family felt that the current Chinese martial arts had gone downhill, removing the truly lethal moves and simply pursuing good-looking movements, turning martial arts into dance. So he formed another ancient Chinese martial arts group. Wushu Club. His slogan is to discover the essence of traditional martial arts and bring martial arts back to the right path.
Under the leadership of this founding senior, the ancient martial arts club was once flourishing. However, after he was admitted to the Sports Academy, the club went downhill and went from bad to worse.
According to school regulations, if the club does not have enough members, it will be disbanded. However, the ancient martial arts club can always recruit a few people, and it is always on the verge of being disbanded. Most of the people who join this club have nothing to eat.
The rest are people who can’t do anything. In other words, they are people that other societies don’t want.
The school leaders and teachers felt that it was impossible for a group of middle school students to have any attainments in martial arts, so as long as they did not cause trouble, they left it alone.
Generally speaking, the miserable level of ancient martial arts is second only to the archaeological club. As for this most miserable archaeological club, they have never gone out to do archaeological research. Every club activity, at most, they go to the nearby mountains for a circle, and then gather together
The study room discusses "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". Of course, they have never found an ancient tomb, not even a brick that is more than ten years old.
Liang Xiangyu patted Ling Cang on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Brother, with your skills, if you go to a martial arts club, or a taekwondo or karate club, you will definitely be reused. Why go to this ancient martial arts club and have others follow you?
Are you looking down on me too?"
Ling Cang chuckled: "But I am a non-mainstream person, so I'd better sign up for this club!"
Coincidentally, that afternoon, the ancient martial arts club held an event, and Ling Cang participated directly after signing up.
When he arrived at the indoor sports ground of the school where the event was held, Ling Cang understood why Liang Xiangyu looked down on this club. All he saw was that the members had roe-headed and rat-like eyes, and they had a wretched image. Occasionally, there were two who looked quite pleasing to the eye, and they were also wearing a pair of highly myopic glasses. At first glance, they looked like
bookworm.
A very tall and thin student who looked a bit like Fat Toutuo sneakily said to a student next to him: "Zhang Bing from Class 2, Grade 3 is really good, especially the pair of NAI boys. They are so big that they tremble when they walk."
Trembling..."
Another student immediately added: "I don't know how many people have touched her. Of course she is old enough. I heard that she had an affair with all the sports committee members in the third grade."
"Are you on CHUANG?"
"Nonsense, how else could they find a sports committee member? Isn't it because the sports thing is big and fierce enough..."
Ling Cang was listening, a little worried that if these two people continued to chat, they would take off their pants and start rubbing their hands together on the spot.
After a while, a tall, handsome, sunny-looking boy walked in: "Are you Ling Cang?"
"Yes." Ling Cang walked over: "Excuse me, are you..."
"I'm An Tenglong, the person in charge of the ancient martial arts club." The other party shook hands with Ling Cang vigorously: "I'm glad you joined. Come, let me introduce you to you." When Ling Cang met these female classmates who were keen on verbally raping JIAN,
After the group members met, An Tenglong added: "I heard someone say that when you fought with people in the bar, you could deal with several people at once. You should be pretty good at it. You are exactly the kind of talent the club needs."
"Actually, it's nothing. I just dug my crotch into my vagina and sprinkled some lime powder on it."
"Really..." An Tenglong's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to continue speaking, a girl walked in from outside.
She is more than 1.70 meters tall. Although she is a little slender, there is no ambiguity about where she should be. She has a beautiful oval face with a faint smile. She wears a silver windbreaker on her upper body and a black stripe on her lower body.
skirt and a pair of flat-heeled black patent leather shoes.
Many schools do not allow students to wear makeup, but the atmosphere here in No. 1 Middle School is very open, and many girls wear heavy makeup. This girl looks fresh and lovely without applying any makeup, and she really looks like a hibiscus.
An Tenglong immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Xue Ning, why did you come here?"
Lin Xuening, a senior in the third grade and the class beauty of the third grade class.
Many people wonder why she insists on joining this Laoshizi Guwu club instead of joining a club related to modeling or acting. But she happens to be a member of Guwu. If it weren't for the fact that the other club members are so unbearable, I'm afraid she can attract a lot of people.
Come join.
"Something happened, so I was delayed." Lin Xuening smiled slightly: "I'm not too late."
"No, just at the beginning." An Tenglong's face smiled as brightly as a flower. When he looked at the others, he kept swallowing and kept scanning Lin Xuening's body with his eyes.
Lin Xuening turned a blind eye to the others, but she saw Ling Cang at a glance: "I haven't seen this classmate before."
"I'm from Class 1, Grade 3, and I just joined the club." Ling Cang politely stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party. Lin Xuening's skin was very good, and it felt like holding a piece of warm jade, which made Ling Cang almost not want to
release.
"Okay, let the event officially begin." An Tenglong clapped his hands and said to a member: "Li Haili, didn't you study Chen Style Tai Chi outside for three months? Let me demonstrate it to everyone."
"Okay!" This Li Haili was unambiguous. He stepped forward and started practicing with great enthusiasm. Although he practiced very hard, Ling Cang felt that his Chen Style Tai Chi was learned at a roadside stall.
An Tenglong was also very disappointed, so he went up and demonstrated it himself. He did have some skills, and every move was well-formed, and he looked as smooth and natural as flowing water. It was a pity that it was okay for performance, but he lacked some attack power in actual combat.
When An Tenglong finished practicing, the former YY senior girl member came to Lin Xuening and suggested with a playful smile: "Sister Xuening, we have never seen you practice before, why don't you go up and demonstrate it to us now?"
The skirt Lin Xuening was wearing would definitely be exposed if she moved too much. This suggestion was not good at all. However, she was very good at dealing with such requests. She smiled and declined politely: "I don't have time. I shouldn't have come today, but I still want to
Come and see everyone." She raised her hand and looked at her watch, and then said: "The time is up, I should go, everyone continue."
Such club activities were simply like circus performances. Ling Cang found it very boring. When Lin Xuening left, he also made excuses to ask for leave.
After returning to the dormitory, as soon as he opened the door, Ling Cang heard the whisper of a dead pig coming from inside: "Ah... I'll try my best to kill you... It feels so good! It's so damn good!"