The next day, Xuzhou No. 1 Middle School, afternoon.
With the help of the master workers hired by the school, it didn't take long for a huge stage to be set up around the flag-raising platform on the playground.
The stage is hundreds of square meters, and the surrounding flower beds are full of flowers. It is very grand. It seems that the school has really spent a lot of money on this gala.
Under the stage, principal Guo Qida, dean of students Na Gang and others were greeting more than a dozen well-dressed media friends, shaking hands and joking constantly.
"Principal Guo, when will Li Qing come?"
A young woman with a ponytail and a cheerful look said in a loud voice: "Do you want to call me again to confirm everything? I can't believe it. Li Qing just signed a contract in the past two days.
With a 10 million endorsement contract, how can he have time to attend his alma mater's gala? His time is very precious."
Several other reporters and photographers also looked suspicious.
The principal, couldn't he have used Li Qing as bait to trick them into coming over for the filming just to save face in front of the graduates?
When Guo Qida heard this, he was a little unhappy and said: "Xiao Zhang, I'm not talking about you. You are also the host of our Xuzhou News. Why don't you have any confidence in your hometown? No matter how big a star Li Qing is,
No matter how high his net worth is, even if he has signed an endorsement contract worth over 100 million, he is still a native of Xuzhou and a student of Xuzhou No. 1 Middle School... The most important thing in life is not to forget your roots!"
What Guo Qida said was sonorous and convincing.
However, the suspicion on the reporters' faces became even greater.
Faced with Principal Guo's boastful remarks, Zhang Lin rubbed her nose and said with a smile: "Then when will he come?"
"I will definitely come today!" Guo Qida said with certainty.
"What time is it today?" Zhang Lin asked again.
Guo Qida looked at the reporters who were looking directly at him with wide eyes, and said feebly: "Anyway, we will definitely arrive today."
Zhang Lin sneered, but she did not leave.
She is from Xuzhou, and she knows that Guo Qida is still an influential figure in Xuzhou and cannot be offended easily, so she does not continue to press. Anyway, there is nothing important today, so why not wait, just in case she really interviews Li
Qing, that is simply a fortune sent from heaven!
When she thought of this possibility, to be honest, Zhang Lin felt a little excited.
However, other reporters don't have this patience. Most of them are media reporters from provincial cities. They finally got the opportunity to go on a business trip, so how could they spend time here.
In addition, the weather in early summer was still a bit hot, so they all said that since it was a gala, they would come back in the evening, and left one after another.
Seeing the reporters and media leaving, the dean of teaching Na Gang let out a sigh and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell!"
Guo Qida glared at Na Gang, and then said to Zhang Lin, the only one left here: "Xiao Zhang, why don't you come to my office to have a cup of herbal tea and rest?"
"No." Zhang Lin declined politely.
Then she seemed to think of something and asked, "Where is Li Qing's class?"
There are still three or four days before the college entrance examination, and the school has issued an announcement early in the morning:
After tonight, all senior high school graduates will leave school.
Tomorrow morning, the head teachers of each class will issue college entrance examination admission tickets to their respective classes.
As a result, the entire graduating class of high school students could not suppress their violent emotions at this moment. On the last day of school, they began to make some excessive little moves in their respective classes from time to time.
For example, some boys confessed their love loudly to some girls, and then were slapped awake by the screaming girls.
For example, a boy and a girl held hands and walked proudly on campus, ignoring the strange looks in their eyes.
For example, two male classmates who disliked each other had a tearful and fierce fight in the toilet.
For example, the four-eyed boy who was usually honest and good at studying suddenly went crazy and started tearing up the thick pile of test papers on the desk.
For example, the name carved on the desk that I thought I would never forget...
As the head teacher of the first class of senior high school, Gong Hongru could only stand in the corner of the office at this moment, holding up a tea cup with orange peels in his hand, laughing and looking at these familiar scenes.
Gong Hongru has been teaching for more than ten years and has seen a similar scene no less than ten times, but every time he remembers it with a different sadness.
Especially this year, a great star emerged among his students...
Although he only taught it for a few days, it was still enough for Gong Hongru to remember for a long time, and it became a good source of conversation among important things in life.
"Teacher Gong, will Li Qing really come tonight?"
Gong Hongru has heard this sentence no less than a hundred times in the past two days.
But today's words seemed particularly fresh. He turned around and looked at a young woman with a ponytail, a white shirt and black trousers.
Behind the young woman is a man carrying a camera.
Looking at the inexplicably familiar face of the young woman, Gong Hongru was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Are you Zhang Lin?"
"Hello, Teacher Gong, I am Zhang Lin, a reporter from Xuzhou TV." Zhang Lin smiled and shook hands with Gong Hongru: "I didn't expect you to recognize me."
Gong Hongru smiled and said: "I often watch the news on our local station, so of course I recognize you."
"Thanks."
Zhang Lin said politely, and then asked: "I heard from Principal Guo that you personally contacted Li Qing?"
"Li Qing..."
Gong Hongru shook his head and said: "I couldn't contact him. What I contacted was Li Qing's father. He said Li Qing would be here today."
Zhang Lin nodded. She knew the news in advance from Guo Qida. This sentence was also expected, so she changed the subject and said: "Can you take me to the classroom where Li Qing studies? I want to interview
Let’s meet Li Qing’s classmates and learn about Li Qing’s life in school.”
Gong Hongru thought to himself, why don't you interview me? I am Li Qing's class teacher.
But he was not that thick-skinned, and he really couldn't say this. After a pause, he smiled and said: "Yes, yes, but I think it may be a little more difficult to interview now."
"It's okay! As a journalist, you should overcome all difficulties."
Zhang Lin looked at the colorful pieces of paper scattered on the top of the school building by a group of crazy high school graduates, and said with a smile.
Gong Hongru glanced at her, finally nodded, put the tea cup on the desk, and led Zhang Lin towards the teaching building.
It was quite peaceful along the way. The first and second grade students were studying silently. Only when they reached the area for the third grade students, there was a burst of crazy shouting and laughter, which made Gong Hongru look apologetically to Zhang.
Lin smiled and said, "The craziness at the end of the senior year of high school, you know, they were not like this before."
As a former senior high school student, Zhang Lin sighed with regret when looking at this chaotic scene, and nodded with great understanding.
Arriving at Class 1, Grade 3, the classroom door was a little ajar.
Unlike the noise and craziness of other classes, Class 1, Grade 3, seemed a little quiet at this time.
Looking from the window, Zhang Lin and Gong Hongru were both stunned.
I saw everyone in the class sitting upright, with faces full of concentration.
And on the classroom podium, a girl as quiet as a virgin was standing there, singing a song softly.
Her voice was like a lark, and everyone couldn't help but be attracted to it.
"Time makes the face gradually glow
The wind and snow gently blow away the sadness
wet wings
Only then did I have the strength to pass through the storm..." (To be continued.)