Chapter 4, Student Representatives
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Jiang Xichi made several marks with a pencil at the corners of the triangle, wrote numerous horizontal "S" characters and "S" characters lying on the "=" sign on the paper, then put down the pen, turned around, and stared at the book in Fang Ying's hand
The loudspeaker transmitted the impassioned speech of the second student representative, which was somewhat noisy, but as he became immersed in the topic, gradually all sounds faded away.
Being third in the entire school, is that not considered ordinary
Fang Ying forcefully took two steps and circled to the front of Jiang Xichi's car
Taking advantage of Zhang Jun's inattention, Fang Ying and a few others ran to the back of the line and gathered together
Kong Zhenzhen: "It seems that I haven't seen Jiang Xichi."
Fang Ying: "... ..."
Fang Ying merely smiled, said nothing, jumped down from the table, returned to her seat, and lay down on the tabletop
Jiang Xichi sat down and suddenly felt a kick on the leg of the chair, followed by a displeased voice from behind: "Hey"
Jiang Xichi : `` ... ... ''
Fang Ying slightly propped herself up and took a glance ahead
Fan Zhiyang scratched his head and chuckled, "Because... because the small stove can be used to cook hot pot, roast pig's trotters, and so on, it feels very delicious..."
Kong Zhenzhen could not help but share the gossip she had gathered in just one hour: "Did you know that Jiang Xichi used to attend the affiliated primary school of the First Normal University and often ranked first in his grade? He ranked in the top five in the entrance examination for the Municipal No. 1 High School..."
Yang Yun: "Very well, it seems that everyone is quite interested in the study of ancient poetry. I have a question: do you all know which poem is referred to as 'the solitary piece that overshadows all of Tang'?"
No one in the class raised their hand
Fang Ying looked at him, her eyes filled with a sly smile, "Jiang Xichi, I would like to discuss something with you"
At 9:20, the lineup was completed, and the loudspeaker on the playground emitted a test sound of "Hey hey." After a moment, a male voice, whose Mandarin was so poor it could serve as a negative example, shouted: "All classes! Stand in line properly! The opening ceremony is about to begin!"
What is this question
Jiang Xichi did not pay attention to her and left on his own
He was working on a math problem when his train of thought was suddenly interrupted, which greatly annoyed him. In a sharp tone, he exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
Mathematics, Grade 9 (Third Year of Junior High School), Second Semester
Jiang Xichi was extremely annoyed, yet he still managed to piece together a speech by copying and pasting from a composition book.
Kong Zhenzhen: "Has she gone to the restroom?"
Laughter erupted in the classroom, and Yang Yun also smiled gently
Jiang Xichi has a foreboding feeling
Jiang Xichi shoved the book into the drawer and asked, "Aren't you going to the cafeteria to eat?"
Complete this task
After a moment, he turned around and headed directly towards the teaching building
Fang Ying was not interested in these matters. After listening to their "report," she said: "Let's discuss something serious."
She tapped Wei Ming on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, you're in my way."
With a reflexive lift of the head, Fang Ying kicked the door open.
Fang Ying hurriedly handed it over, "Oh."
The praised student Jiang Xichi is still working on math problems
Wei Ming opened his mouth and mumbled: "... ... Don't call me Wei Gonggong"
Jiang Xichi did not turn around, yet he could not help but perk up his ears
Jiang Xichi is considered tall among the boys, and that immaculate white shirt accentuates his extraordinary temperament
Jiang Xichi turned his back.
At that moment, Jiang Xichi suddenly heard a low voice from behind: "Zhang Ruoxu's 'Spring River, Flower Moon Night'"
By the time the opening ceremony concluded, it was already 10:30. Zhang Jun returned to the classroom and reiterated a few points, the central theme being that everyone should quickly get into the right mindset and learn more from the student representative, Jiang Xichi.
Yang Yun's gaze was filled with eager anticipation
Fang Ying looked up and saw Wei Ming's back
Jiang Xichi: "... ... I don't know"
As the representative of the freshmen, giving a speech was a task that Zhang Jun was assigned to, specifically delegated to him just three days before the start of the semester. The call was answered by Wu Yingrong, who, upon hearing that her grandson was so capable, immediately agreed without hesitation
Jiang Xichi dragged the chair forward, the legs of the chair scraping against the floor, producing a somewhat jarring sound
Yang Yun: "Let me give you a hint..."
Wan Zilin sat down at the table next to her seat, fanning herself with a large photo booth fan, "It's such a pity you didn't go with us yesterday, Shan Ge showed us his new phone..."
I will go home to eat
Fang Ying turned her head to look at him, "How many points did you score in the Qingye entrance examination?"
Fang Ying glanced and said, "Hmm"
Indeed
Fan Zhiyang enlivened the atmosphere, and everyone eagerly participated in the discussion
Several people were chattering, almost drowning out the sound of the broadcast
The sports team leader of the grade organized the team and had everyone sit down on the lawn
Fang Ying changed her position from sitting to squatting, hugging her legs and slightly squinting her eyes
Yang Yun was momentarily taken aback, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, please have a seat." She picked up a piece of chalk and turned to write the words "Zhang Ruoxu's 'Spring River, Flower Moon Night'" on the blackboard.
Fang Ying, having agreed, pushed down on the pedal and cleared the way.
There was no one in the classroom, and Jiang Xichi closed the door, returned to his seat, and continued solving math problems
"Similarity ... ... " Fang Ying flipped through the mathematics textbook, scanning the table of contents but found no entry for "similarity." Quick-witted, she noticed a book that was clearly different from the one in her hands, pressed under Jiang Xichi's paper, and with a swift motion, she lunged forward and pulled it out.
Jiang Xichi was taken aback and instinctively turned his head to glance back.
Jiang Xichi did not expect that his small actions would be noticed. Since he had been called out by name, he had no choice but to stand up
The opening ceremony was tedious and lengthy, and Fang Ying hid in the shadow cast by Wei Ming's massive figure, dozing off with her head down
The evidence is similar
Fang Ying's voice carried a smile: "You heard it all, why pretend you don't know?"
Jiang Xichi did not know when he had changed into a white shirt. He took two steps forward, adjusted the height of the microphone, paused for a moment, and his voice, devoid of any emotion, amplified several times, resonating through the loudspeakers across the playground: "Good morning, esteemed leaders, teachers, and fellow students. It is an honor to represent the students ... ... "
Wan Zilin was surprised: "Then why doesn't he go to City No. 1 High School, but instead comes to our Qingye..."
Fang Ying observed his silence and added: "Of course, it is not for nothing that I have you copy for me; in the future, I will support you."
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Under the gaze of six pairs of eyes, she raised her thumb and pointed at Jiang Xichi, saying, "From now on, he will play with us."
Fang Ying leaned across the desk and looked closely at the paper, which featured a large triangle containing several smaller triangles.
Wei Ming interjected: "Nokia 7610! Super fashionable!"
Wan Zilin raised her eyebrows and said, "You don't even play with your phone anymore, have you been swept away?"
The three fell silent for a moment, and Kong Zhenzhen leaned over to pat Jiang Xichi on the shoulder, "Hey"
In a moment, the chair leg was kicked again.
Fang Ying: "... ... Is this called ordinary?"
Wan Zilin: "Zhenzhen, why are you so concerned about him? Do you think he is handsome?"
After the most forward-looking outlook, Jiang Xichi concluded his speech
As soon as the words fell, the class monitor Fan Zhiyang raised his arm high, stood up after introducing himself, and recited loudly: "Green ant new brewed wine, red clay small stove, evening comes and the sky is about to snow, can you drink a cup?"
The first class is Chinese language. The Chinese teacher is named Yang Yun. In the first lesson, she did not directly start the first class, but instead discussed the Chinese language teaching plan for junior high school. One of the items is to organize the class to memorize three Tang poems or Song lyrics each week.
Fang Ying: "You didn't attend elementary school here, did you? Why did you come here for middle school?"
Jiang Xichi and Fang Ying rode side by side on their bicycles, heading to school
Oh. Wei Ming stepped aside, and his field of vision suddenly broadened
Yang Yun: "Bai Juyi's 'Asking Liu Nineteen' is excellent. Fan, please share with everyone why you like this poem"
Classes will officially commence in the afternoon
The body straightened up in front
Suddenly, the earth shook and the sky swayed, and in my ears was the excited voice of Kong Zhenzhen: "The student representative is Jiang Xichi!"
Jiang Xichi made a few strokes with his brush on the paper, yet he still found the gaze somewhat bothersome. He raised his head and looked around.
Kong Zhenzhen was taken aback, pouted slightly, and said, "Is it not permissible to ask for your name?"
At 9:00, Zhang Jun came to inform everyone to gather for the opening ceremony on the playground
Upon arriving at the classroom and just having set down her backpack, Wan Zilin and the other two surrounded Fang Ying.
One class after another streamed out, the staircase was crowded with people, and the teacher at the back whistled to maintain order: "Do not push! Keep to the right! Do not push!"
Jiang Xichi did not respond
"School is over, why aren't you leaving yet?"
Jiang Xichi stepped off the runway and paused, seemingly searching for the location of Class 3, Grade 1.
Fang Ying frowned and said, "Master Wei, you are quite bothersome. Could you please be quiet?"
I am going home
Kong Zhenzhen: "Go die"
until the sound of "bang"
Jiang Xichi frowned
Kong Zhenzhen waved her arms like two flags, yet Jiang Xichi did not notice at all
Jiang Xichi nearly collided, quickly turned the handle, slowed down the speed of the vehicle, and stopped the car by putting his foot on the ground
Kong Zhenzhen cupped her face and exclaimed, "Wow..."
At this moment, Fang Ying realized that he was speaking without a script
Fang Ying, looking half-awake, yawned and said, "Come closer."
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A perfect score of 300 points
At noon after school, Wan Zilin and the others came to invite Fang Ying to experience the cafeteria together.
Where is your home located? Is it far or near?
How are the grades
Wan Zilin took out a large photo sticker and handed it to Fang Ying, saying, "I took this with Zhenzhen, what do you think?"
"Not limited to the Chinese language textbooks, as our textbooks only contain thirteen ancient poems, which is far from sufficient... Everyone has memorized the Three Hundred Tang Poems in elementary school, right? Let's talk about which poem you like the most"
Wei Ming: "I just saw him in the corridor."
Kong Zhenzhen finally lifted her head from the phone screen, "I am also ready to change."
He bowed slightly, took a step back, and turned to leave the stage
After Wang Zilin and the others left, Fang Ying looked up and saw that Jiang Xichi had not yet departed, still maintaining the posture he had when he was previously "praised"
Fang Ying seemed to deliberately ride in a crooked manner, and that old bicycle clattered along the way, always giving the impression that if she turned around, she would see parts scattered all over the ground
Can I borrow your homework to copy in the future
Fang Ying walked into the classroom, sat down at the desk, swung her legs, and turned her head to look at him
That... the boy in the second-to-last row of the fourth group, do you know the answer
Fang Ying smiled cheerfully, with an expression that seemed to say, "Don't take it to heart with him," and added, "He is a genius, and geniuses often have a bit of a temper."
Several people exchanged glances in silence, feeling somewhat awkward
Reach out and poke his back, "Hey."
Wei Ming: "What happened to Qing Ye! Isn't Qing Ye doing well!"