"Principal, I want to bring glory to the school as soon as possible and let me enter the third grade of junior high school."
"Just this sentence, bring glory to the school early, makes me excited. Of course, to all of you, this is bullshit. Does it have anything to do with you whether he can't go to the third grade of junior high school? No!"
"But, I want to tell those who answer in their hearts that it doesn't matter, or those who think it doesn't matter, you are wrong. Because of your wrong thinking, I want you to learn from Cheng Yu for three years, or even six years."
"What is the shining point of Cheng Yu's words? It shows me a student's sense of responsibility and sense of honor for the school. You should think carefully about this sense of responsibility and this sense of honor.
, is it worth learning from all of us?”
"It's worth it. Don't think it doesn't matter anymore. No matter which classmate wins honor for the school, it has something to do with everyone. Let me give you a real example. You put on this school uniform and walk on the street.
Don’t you feel that you are very glorious? Do you think that many passers-by look at you with envy?”
"If Fan Jin hadn't won the top spot in the college entrance examination five years ago, without those senior brothers and sisters who worked hard to get into college and strive for a high admission rate for our school, without these achievements, we would not have enhanced the reputation of our school."
"No one from our school gets admitted to college every year. It is the most rubbish middle school in the city. Do you still feel that you are glorious when you put on this uniform?"
"So, from now on, don't say it doesn't matter anymore, don't even think about it. My classmates, not to mention you, even the merchants, restaurants and hotels around the school will all rise and fall together with our school, and share the glory and disgrace."
"Students, if a fire breaks out at the city gate, it will affect the fish in the pond. Everyone will be prosperous, and everyone will suffer."
"So, I declare that all the teachers and students in the school must learn from Classmate Cheng Yu! From now on, Classmate Cheng Yu will be able to represent me as the principal, and everyone will chant with me, learn from Classmate Cheng Yu!"
The teachers and students in the school suddenly became excited. They all stood up, raised their arms and shouted loudly, "Learn from classmate Cheng Yu! Learn from classmate Cheng Yu! Learn from classmate Cheng Yu!"
Principal Qin announced the end of the meeting and left the venue with a smile. In his opinion, as long as Cheng Yu is here, the next two years will be spent in honor, because next year, Cheng Yu can definitely come back with a top scorer in the high school entrance examination.
Let me give you a little surprise first.
After Cheng Yu is admitted to high school, he can directly skip the grade and go to the third year of high school. In other words, in another year, he can come back as the top scorer in the college entrance examination.
Ouch! I feel happy just thinking about it.
On Thursday, classes were divided, so there were two special classes in the second and third grades of junior high school.
In the second grade of junior high school, there were twenty-seven students in that special class, all of whom had passed the first three rounds of the playground competition.
There are thirty students in this special class of the third grade of junior high school. Twenty-five of them are the results of PKing the first place in the original fifty classes of the third grade of junior high school. The other five are Cheng Yu.
Song Tianjiao, Qin Feng'er, Qin Hui, Ouyang Yujuan.
"Junior brother, tell the truth, why did you come to the third grade of junior high school? Is it really like what you said? To bring glory to the school?" After a day of class, I finally had the opportunity to ask this question face to face.
It was the break time for evening self-study. Song Tianjiao, Cheng Yu, and Qin Feng'er were sitting on the stone platform in the flower pond in front of the classroom.
"Hey! I don't worry about you two!"
"Assuming you have a conscience, Feng'er and I
I didn’t hurt you in vain!”
"Cheng Yu, I want to go home for a visit tomorrow, will you come back?" Qin Feng'er asked in a low voice. It has been two weeks since school started, and tomorrow is the weekend, so it's time to go home for a visit.
"I went back last week and saw my mother. She didn't let me go home. You go back, Feng'er." Cheng Yu wanted to go back, but didn't dare. "Feng'er, when you see my mother, don't tell her that I'm here on Friday."
Also, don’t tell anyone that you’ve seen me.”
"It's so mysterious, Feng'er, sister, I'm going back with you. I wonder if your home will welcome you?" Knowing that Qin Feng'er was going home, Song Tianjiao suddenly had an idea. She wanted to see Cheng Yu's mother, but Cheng Yu would definitely not take her with her.
She, this is an opportunity.
"That's great, sister, you will definitely be welcome in my family!"
Walou Town is the largest village in Walou Township. The reason why it is called a town is because the political, economic and cultural center of the township is here.
In order to promote the agricultural and rural economy of the entire township, several villages have experimented with full-season planting of spring sown garlic. The effect is not bad. The faces of garlic farmers are filled with hope for a good harvest. According to the planting plan, spring sowing is in January, and the garlic is covered with plastic film.
The growth cycle of garlic is generally eight months, and in mid-September, it is the spring garlic harvest season.
Chengjia Village is also one of these experimental villages. Luo Juan has also planted ten acres of garlic. Five acres of autumn-sown garlic have been harvested in June. The harvest is good. Five acres of spring-sown garlic are growing well and have been harvested
I have a garlic station and I will be harvesting garlic in the next two days.
To the north of Walou Town, there is a military camp. The people around it are accustomed to calling it the Artillery Regiment, because they only know two points. The first point is that this is a regiment, and the largest officer in it is the regiment leader; the second point is,
There is a cannon inside, which I often see.
"Ding-ring-ring------" At four o'clock in the morning, Wang Linong, the political commissar of the artillery regiment, was awakened from his deep sleep by a harsh ringing of the phone.
Next to him, his wife Zhang Kaifeng turned around in disgust and muttered, "It's only what time, and I won't let anyone sleep!"
"Hello, hello! I'm Wang Linong, ah, Dongfang County Magistrate, hello! Hello!"
"What? Three days of heavy rain, oh, rush to harvest garlic, which villages?"
"Wait a moment, I'll write it down."
Political Commissar Wang straightened his body, took off his clothes from the hanger, and took out a pen from his coat pocket. His notebook was also inside. His mantra was "A good memory is worse than a bad pen." So notebooks and pens were the two weapons he carried with him.
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He took off the cap of his pen and put it on the bedside table, writing down the words while repeating the name of the village on the other end of the phone, "Manjianghong Village, Chengjia Village, Lizhuang, Maojiacha, hey, wait, which one?"
fork."
"Oh! Okay, one point, one mountain below, ok, just four villages, no problem, don't worry, Dongfang County Magistrate, I will send four battalions, each battalion is responsible for one village, and I guarantee that we will plunder them all in one day.
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Put down the phone, put the pen in the notebook and stuff it into your pocket.
I answered the phone. I was not sleepy at all. I looked at my watch and saw that it was only 4:10.
Political Commissar Wang turned over and hugged his wife. He smelled the fragrance of her body and moved his hands to places he shouldn't touch. "The hair here is so soft! I like it!"
"It's annoying! I'm so sleepy and need to sleep..."
"I can't even sleep, it's been a long time since we..."
After breakfast in Xiaozao, political commissar Wang entered the office before eight o'clock. The regiment leader went to the army for a meeting and would not be back for another week. There was no other way. He would have to work harder these days.
Worker Xiao Liu Zao
The office has been tidied up, and a cup of hot tea that has just been brewed is placed on the table in front of you.
As the army calls it, the chief's civil servant is a correspondent who serves the chief full-time.
Political Commissar Wang is quite satisfied with Xiao Liu, who has just been elected two days ago. The little guy is hard-working, eye-catching, clever, and responsive. His only shortcoming is that he speaks with a strong accent from his hometown. He sometimes understands the leader's intentions, but he can't understand it slowly.
Okay, people, nothing is perfect.
All battalions have been notified to hold an emergency meeting in the war room at 8:30 and must leave at 9 o'clock. They must regard this garlic harvest as an important combat mission and complete it to the satisfaction of the people.
Well, let's prepare first, how to mobilize before the war.
Sitting at the desk, reaching for a notebook and pen.
"Hey, where did the pen cap go?"
Holding the uncapped pen in his hand, the political commissar fell into thinking, well, I must have forgotten it on the bedside table at home. Oh, look at my memory. It seems that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. The more I realize the power of the pen,
importance.
Seeing the political commissar holding a pen in his hand but not writing for a long time, Xiao Liu was filled with admiration. The political commissar was really educated, and the way he held the pen was so handsome!
"Xiao Liu!"
"Here we come!" Xiao Liu stood at attention.
"Go to my house and bring me the pen cap."
"What, political commissar, force/Mao?" Xiao Liu didn't react for a moment. What's going on? What is this?
Seeing Xiao Liu's silly and cute look, the political commissar smiled. This kid just understands his intentions poorly, but it doesn't matter. When my wife cleans up the house, she will definitely find the pen cap on the bedside table.
Thinking of his wife's behavior in the morning, the political commissar also blushed and laughed again.
"Go and tell your sister-in-law. She will understand as soon as you tell her. Come on, I'm still waiting to use it?"
It was the first time that Xiao Liu accepted a task assigned by the political commissar. He did not dare to neglect it. He showed his speed in the recruit company and was the third in the five-kilometer cross-country company. He pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, and ran without a trace.
Zhang Kaifeng opened the door, and it was Xiao Liu, the new workman chosen by her lover. Xiao Liu was panting, "Sister-in-law, political commissar, hoo---Political Commissar, let me take a dick, okay, hoo---"
"What is it? Slow down and speak after you breathe evenly!" Zhang Kaifeng was also confused. What was he holding?
"It's just nose-stroke/hairy..." Xiao Liu wanted to imitate the tone of the political commissar's description, but unfortunately he couldn't imitate it. "Hey! Anyway, the political commissar said it, he said, as soon as I say it, sister-in-law, you will understand."
Afraid that Zhang Kaifeng might not understand, Xiao Liu added, "When the political commissar said this, he said it with a red face."
"This is not serious! It's true!" Zhang Kaifeng muttered in a low voice, as if she understood something, her face turned red with embarrassment. Fortunately, Xiao Liu didn't hear her.
"Then just wait, I'll get it." Seeing that his sister-in-law understood what she meant, Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't complete this small task, he wouldn't be able to be a civil servant anymore.
After a while, Zhang Kaifeng came out of the bedroom, holding a paper bag tightly wrapped, handed it to Xiao Liu, and warned: "Be careful, don't let anyone see it!"
Xiao Liu took it solemnly, held it tightly in his hand, turned around and ran away.
I ran and thought all the way. The political commissar and his wife were so mysterious. What was it and they were so tightly packed? Let me take a look. Well, I should take a look. Only by understanding the chief's life preferences can we serve him better.