The deafening sound made Tongtong raise his hand to rub his ears.
This sound can't help but be a bit too impressive.
Tongtong blinked slightly and looked into the classroom, but inadvertently saw Yan Xiaoyu's giggling expression.
Everyone is excited. What does Yan Xiaoyu’s silly smile mean?
Tongtong blinked, raised his hand and poked Yan Xiaoyu's arm. Before he could speak, he saw Yan Xiaoyu turning her head.
He glanced at her and chuckled softly.
"Why are you so silly and happy?" Tongtong poked Yan Xiaoyu again with his hand that had not yet been withdrawn, with a trace of confusion and disdain in his eyes.
"No." Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyes and glanced at Tongtong, "Look, everyone has such high ambitions."
Ah? Tongtong glanced at Yan Xiaoyu, she naturally saw this.
She is neither blind nor deaf.
Tongtong glanced sideways at Yan Xiaoyu, turned away, forget it, and ignored her.
Let Yan Xiaoyu enjoy herself alone.
She concentrated on Tongtong and glanced down at the Chinese textbook in front of her, blinked slightly, and looked up at Principal Li on the podium.
Now she can no longer study Chinese in advance, nor can she revise the poems she has written for practice.
Principal Li has finished reading the short essay and is now staring at everyone.
Also, Tongtong couldn't help but twitch his lips, and there was the table tennis racket that caused a lot of discussion.
Who will be the winner?
Was it appointed by Principal Li? Or?
Tongtong couldn't help but pursed his lips and looked at the class teacher next to Principal Li.
Ahem, is the head teacher looking at the scenery again?
Tongtong blinked quickly. In such a lively situation, the class teacher was out of tune, so he turned away and went to enjoy the scenery alone.
No wonder, Yan Xiaoyu is chuckling.
Tongtong glanced at Yan Xiaoyu from the corner of his eye, and silently recited two words in his heart: nymphomaniac.
"Principal Li, is this racket always used by our class?"
Among the lively crowd, someone suddenly raised his voice again.
The uniform voice in the classroom stopped for an instant, and all the students looked around.
Who is so powerful, thinking what they think and saying what they haven't said.
"It's a beautiful thought." The sound of Song Ci in the front row squeezed out from between the teeth floated to the back and reached Tongtong's ears.
Well, what Song Ci said makes sense and is a bit beautiful. Tongtong looked at Song Ci in the front row. After all, it is the public property of the school. After the game, it should be returned to the physical education teacher and handed over to the school.
Physical education teacher?
Tongtong couldn't help but turn around and look at the young class teacher again.
She almost forgot again that their PE teacher was their class teacher.
Does that mean that a thought suddenly came out of my mind, and in an instant, I shook my head again.
This thought is not allowed.
How could she have such an idea? How could she, a person who doesn't know how to play table tennis, fall in love with that table tennis racket?
Besides, even if he is the person in charge appointed by Principal Li, the head teacher is not their physical education teacher.
She was a ten-year-old student, no, no, no, she was a student who couldn't play table tennis, and a twenty-two-year-old student who could play basketball and football, and the 100-meter dash disappeared from her eyes in the blink of an eye.
What kind of limelight do these top athletes, their class teachers, strive for?
Naturally, the head teacher is responsible for important matters like this.
All she needs to do is cooperate a little bit.
As for how to cooperate? It’s up to the head teacher.
Tongtong thought for a moment, blinked, and glanced twice at the head teacher's side profile, which was one-third of the way toward the window.
Ahem, looking at it from this angle, my hair is a bit long!
"Good question." Principal Li waved his right hand, glanced left and right twice, raised his left hand, and lowered his right hand.
Ahem, I'm careless, oh no, I'm used to it, I always like to raise my right hand.
What I want to show you now is the left hand. There are things in the left hand that everyone is interested in.
From the corner of his eye, Principal Li glanced at the young head teacher who turned around to his right, and couldn't help gritting his teeth. Xiao Wang Yang was really becoming more and more promising.
In this situation, shouldn't he maintain a high degree of consistency with him?
He actually gave him another blow on the back of his head and looked at the scenery outside the window.
Who doesn’t know how to appreciate the scenery?
Principal Li turned his head and glanced out the window. A light and fluffy cloud just passed by the window, a light and leisurely cloud, a little white, a little thick and a little transparent, floating on the blue sky.
Just like the marshmallows that children like to eat.
The corner of Principal Li's mouth raised slightly, and when he saw the second cloud, he suddenly came back to his senses.
Being led astray by Wang Yang, he actually deserted now. There are still a group of children in the classroom waiting for his reply.
"Ahem," Principal Li cleared his throat slightly, glanced at Wang Yang on the right from the corner of his eye, and then looked at the students under the podium with a smile, "It's yours to use until the end of the competition."
"Oh." "Hahaha." "Great."
A burst of laughter instantly rang out in the classroom.
"What's good? Do you know how to fight?"
I don't know who suddenly raised his voice again.
The originally lively laughter suddenly died down.
"No." "No." "Who can?" "Raise your hand."
The sound of the classroom instantly changed the style of painting.
Huh? Whose voice is that? Tongtong turned his head and looked around, and what caught his eye were the expressions of people looking around, you looking at me, I looking at you, looking at each other.
Finally someone mentioned the important point.
How many people in the class can do it? She also wants to know.
Tongtong couldn't help but blinked and looked around.
But, who was asking in a high voice just now? She actually didn't recognize this voice.
What's even more strange is that this sound actually sounded again and again, but she didn't actually hear it.
Who could it be?
Tongtong looked over at Sun Yueyue from the first row on the left side of the classroom. No, that voice seemed to be a boy's, and Sun Yueyue's was a girl's.
Second row? Third row? Your eyes jump directly to the fourth row on the far left, boys!
The positions of Zhao Yang and Ma Wen.
The two people were meeting each other head-to-head. I didn't know what they were talking about. I could only see their shoulders shaking.
Tongtong couldn't help but curled her lips. According to her experience, she must be holding back some bad ideas again? Or she was secretly saying that the girl in front had her hair tied badly today and her clothes were too fancy.
Tongtong blinked and was about to look towards the fifth row when she accidentally noticed that someone seemed to be looking towards her.
Who? Sensing someone's gaze, Tongtong immediately turned his head and looked over.
Zhao Jing?
Meeting Zhao Jing's eyes, Tongtong couldn't help but pursed his lips and laughed.
Really, she was almost led astray by her classmates, and she almost forgot about it.
Zhao Jing was appointed by Principal Li, and Zhao Jing can play ball.