Chapter 1: Being dragged into the class meeting in confusion
"Hey! Zhang Lin, wake up!"
"What's wrong?" In a daze, he felt that someone was trying to blame him. Zhang Lin reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the woman exuding youthful vitality in front of him, very confused.
"Who is she? Do we know each other? Why does it feel familiar?" Zhang Lin looked at the young girl in front of him with excitement, and was extremely puzzled.
Shouldn't the person dealing with me be a mature lady in her mid-twenties?
Such a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old shouldn't have the impression that she is with someone of her own age? And judging from her appearance, she should be very familiar with herself, and she also has a long-lost and unfamiliar feeling towards her, just like the two
People should know each other, there is no reason.
"What's wrong? The class meeting of our three classes is about to start. We still have several programs left in our class. Seeing that you usually like to sing songs, do you want to do one? Jianghu emergency!" The young girl held a light blue,
Printed on it is a notebook of a young man and woman lying on the lavender grass looking up at the stars, holding a pen similar to a Parker in their hands and looking at themselves hopefully.
"Class meeting? Jianghu emergency? Why are they so familiar?" Zhang Lin looked at the woman confusedly, wanting to think more about it, but his head was groggy. A wave of sleepiness came over his heart, and his eyelids began to fight.
However, as a person who has experienced social training for the first time, I know that when I hear that Jianghu is helping people in an emergency, I have to do it without hesitation. No matter whether there is any reward or not, this is an opportunity to develop contacts. This is my experience after several years of social training.
In society, connections are the most important. Maybe they can't help you climb up, but they can listen to your tiredness when you are tired.
What's more, such a young girl who doesn't put on makeup, is elegant and refined, is begging for herself? With her cute look, she doesn't know how to escape those streets where heavy makeup is applied every day, and there is a dusty atmosphere.
So he nodded in confusion and agreed.
"Okay! What kind of program are you preparing? Singing or dancing? Or telling stories? Poetry recitation is also okay?" The woman was very excited when she heard this. She finally found a strong man who could still fight. So she was very happy and shook her head again.
Lin asked.
"Let's sing! I listened to a song called "Don't cross me but not her" a few days ago. It was very popular." Zhang Lin, who was in a daze, casually reported the song, then lay down on the table and fell asleep.
"Hey! Hey! What are you talking about, "Follow me but not her"? Where can I listen to it?" The woman who happily took note of Zhang Lin's program took out her mobile phone and searched for it, preparing to write a program report. She was dumbfounded as she saw a few changes.
There was still no interface for finding this music in the music APP, so I had no choice but to ask Zhang Lin again, who was already sleeping soundly.
"Dead pig! Prepare to die!" The woman angrily looked at Zhang Lin, who was lying on the desk, sleeping like a dead pig, and her teeth itched with anger.
"Li Jue, is your class ready?" At this time, another young girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old came over and asked holding a notebook similar to the notebook in the woman's hand.
The difference between the two is probably the color! The notebook the woman is holding is also lavender, but its appearance is pink.
It seems that lavender is very popular among their age group.
"That's almost it. Another one! How is your class doing?" Hearing this, the woman looked at the woman with a smile and asked, throwing the dead pig behind her head.
"I personally took charge of it. It's just eight programs. It's all ready!" The woman put her notebook on the desk and looked at Li Jue. "Where is your class? Is it ready? If it's ready, I'll call Liu Mei over and we'll start arranging it together.
The program is in order!”
"Wait a minute! You know our class, it's okay to let them play basketball, let them sing and dance, tsk tsk!" Li Jue shook his head and sighed. He was not professional. He went up to the scene of a car accident.
"Okay then! Hurry up, we have to get it done before noon. The class meeting is at two o'clock in the afternoon, and we don't have much time!" The woman nodded with deep understanding after hearing this. For the three classes, these class committee members
It's still clear.
It is indeed a bit overwhelming to ask a group of people who are obviously interested in sports development to perform cultural programs. It is understandable that they can't put together a program at the same time.
"I'll try my best! If it doesn't work, I'll have to rely on the fire support of your second and third squads!" Li Jue spread his hands, feeling extremely helpless.
"Don't worry, it won't work at that time. Let's just sign up for two more programs in Class 2 and Class 3! It's not a big problem!" The woman waved her hand and picked up the notebook and smiled. Unlike Class 1, which is obviously more sports-oriented, Class 2 and Class 3 are liberal arts classes.
, very artistic. However, there were several boys in their two classes who couldn't register and chose to perform together.
"Then let's make an agreement. If it doesn't work out, you have to give me a hand! Don't mess up the last class meeting!"
"Don't worry! Nothing will go wrong! I have to go to the Youth League Committee to submit the application first! You hurry up."
After the woman finished speaking, Lei Lifeng left in a hurry.
"If you're a dead pig, you know how to sleep!" Looking at the three vacant program slots, Li Jue glanced at Zhang Lin, who was sitting behind him and sleeping like a dead pig, and became even more upset. Looking at the three vacant slots
, thought for a while and filled in his name.
"There are still two left!" Li Jue held his little head with both hands and frowned lightly.