"It's over. Can you take a rest?"
After writing Xu Renming's name, the task is completed. Ling Shuchu walked off the podium and returned to his seat.
There was silence in the classroom for a few seconds. In that silence, someone asked.
Geng Xinyu looked at the list of class committee members on the blackboard, and before she could reply, bursts of cheers rang out in the classroom:
"It's finally over." "Can I request a song?"
"It's not over yet." "I've selected everything, and the list is all on it."
"Huh? Why is it still empty?" "Where?" "See for yourself."
"What are you looking at? The list is all there. It's all over. Is it the Youth League Secretary?"
"Why isn't our squad leader's name on it?"
I don’t know who said it suddenly.
"We already have a squad leader, so of course we don't have to choose. You're stupid." "Oh oh oh."
"Quiet, we still have two class committees that have not been elected, one is the math subject representative, and the other is the class president."
The classroom, which was still buzzing with discussions, suddenly became quiet when Geng Xinyu finished speaking. A few seconds later, there was another burst of discussion.
"Secretary of the Communist Youth League, you are mistaken. We have representatives from the mathematics department."
"We already have a squad leader, so what else should we choose?" "I propose that we maintain the original personnel." "Okay, I second the motion." "What motion do you second?" "Seconding does not mean consent."...
"Okay, according to the regulations, you can now nominate yourself or someone else to be the representative of the mathematics department."
Geng Xinyu said with a smile, glanced at He Shiling, and then looked at the other people in the classroom.
"You're not really going to change your election, are you?" Tang Ji touched Ling Chuyang, "Are you going to change my seat?"
"You're not sick, are you?"
Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji and continued to lean against the wall, flipping through the physics textbook in front of him carelessly. Make room for him? What does this have to do with him?
The fun was theirs, and he occasionally joined in the fun, but he was still annoying.
Ling Chuyang glanced at Xu Renming, who was looking sideways in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking about. The expression on his face alternated between gloomy and clear. Today was a bit abnormal. Forget it, no matter what, it's none of his business.
What's more... Ling Chuyang chuckled, put the physics textbook on the pile of books in front of him, took out the Chinese book from the front, and leaned against the wall again.
"What are you laughing at?" Tang Ji turned around and saw Ling Chuyang laughing. No, it was a smile. He was actually smiling. Come on, this is a bit abnormal today.
"Are you short-sighted?" Ling Chuyang put his left hand on the table and leaned forward. This kid talked a lot today.
"I've seen everything you want to block." Tang Ji stretched out his hand and pulled away Ling Chuyang's left arm that was propped on the table. "We are selecting representatives of the mathematics department."
"I'm talking about you." Tang Ji pushed Ling Chuyang, "Listen, this discussion must be in response to the last nomination."
"Monitor, are you going to fulfill what you said in math class?" "Yeah." "Ah?" "Yeah." "Yeah? Can you speak human language?" "It's a shame, isn't it?" Have you grown more capable? Let me see if you have a convulsion." "It's you I'm convulsing, not the wind." "Oh, oh, oh, you really do it. Only a kid can do it."
This sound? Change election? Ling Chuyang snorted, rolled his eyes at Tang Ji, turned his head, leaned against the wall, lay down on the table, and flipped through the Chinese textbook one by one.
What kind of painting style are these? Didn’t you say you have to choose a subject representative? Tang Ji looked at the two people who were having "convulsions" with a confused look on his face.
"Du Xiaofeng, Zheng Yipeng, do you two have something to say?" Geng Xinyu's bright voice came from the front of the classroom.
"We are guessing." Du Xiaofeng shouted to Geng Xinyu in front.
"What do you think the punch is?" Geng Xinyu said with a smile, "Are you going to recommend yourself?"
"That's not true. We have ambiguity about the candidate for the mathematics representative, so we are rehearsing to see who will win." Zheng Yipeng continued.
"Who should I choose?" "Why should I choose?" "Is there any ambiguity?" "What kind of confusion are you adding?"
"Excuse me, tell me honestly, what tricks are you two playing again?" The discussion started again.
"Even in the preview, there must be a list of candidates, and the number of people must be equal to half." Geng Xinyu suppressed a laugh, really underestimated the acting level of these two people, "Where is the list of candidates that makes you feel ambiguous? Tell me, who are they?"
"Ling Chuyang." "He Shiling."
"Huh?" "Who?" "Is the monitor ready to let Xian go?"
"It's not the monitor, it's Du Xiaofeng and Zheng Yipeng who are causing trouble."
"Ling Chuyang." "He Shiling." Ling Chuyang. "He Shiling." "
Du Xiaofeng and Zheng Yipeng went from sitting to half-standing to standing up, and finally walked out of their seats and shouted to each other.
"Is this going to cause trouble?" "You are capable." "What kind of drama are the two of them acting?" "It doesn't matter where they are, it's all a drama anyway. Let's continue watching the drama."
"You two can guess the punch." Su Lei, fearing that the world would be in chaos, ran between the two of them and said in a jealous way, "Win two out of three rounds, let's start now..."
Geng Xinyu took the chalk, divided it into three pieces, and threw it at the three people.
"Who is throwing me away?" Zheng Yipeng covered the back of his head and looked around, then actually hurt him with a sharp weapon. After all, he is also an official, "I don't want to mess around anymore."
"Who is it? You need to be beaten?" There is a hidden weapon! Du Xiaofeng looked at the UFO flying over his right arm. It bounced immediately after the impact, then drew an arc and performed a free fall in a perfect posture, landing on the hidden weapon at his feet, the chalk. head?
"Who? You hit me in the face." Su Lei touched the left side of his face, wiped off a few wisps of white, and then threw a piece of chalk at him, on the left side of his face! How could he bear to hurt such a handsome face? It’s so cruel! !
"You three, treat me like nothing." Geng Xinyu wiped the chalk dust from his hands on the podium, "We had a great time chatting, you three!"
"Hehe." Du Xiaofeng squinted his eyes and hurriedly walked back to his seat, "I was wrong, I didn't dare."
"Oh, it's the Communist Youth League secretary who educates us, of course." Zheng Yipeng touched the back of his head, smiled coquettishly, and walked quickly back to his seat.
"You struck too hard. Fortunately, it was a chalk tip, otherwise it would have been disfigured." Su Lei touched the left side of his face and walked to his seat, "I won't dare to do it next time. Oh, no, there will be no next time."
Outside the back door of the classroom and in front of the corridor.
"Oh. Yes, the little talented girl has good strength." Zhu Yan said with a look of surprise, turning to Ding Kailing, "Can you throw it that far?"
"..." Ding Kailing was speechless for a moment and touched the hair around her ears with her hands. She? She is an elegant female teacher! How could you throw away the chalk? It’s so demeaning! Most of all, she just hit them with books, oh no, just patted them gently on the shoulder, Zhu Yan, really...
"That's right, you have always shown yourself elegantly." Zhu Yan smiled, patted Ding Kailing on the shoulder, and then turned to Tan Xiling, "Sister Tan, when you were in Lingnuo, did you teach those students a lesson?"
"..." Tan Xiling blinked and smoothed the wrinkles on her sleeves with her hands. Of course, I have learned a lesson. When I was young, I just didn't throw it that far. I could throw it as hard as I could, but I didn't throw it to the last row, let alone the back of the classroom close to the blackboard. No need to mention the past anymore, he cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Ling Nuo's school rules do not punish students corporally."
"Cough..." Li Shiping coughed. Well, throwing chalk can be considered corporal punishment?
"Teacher Li, do you have a cold?" Li Shiping coughed, which attracted Zhu Yan's concerned inquiry, "Does a famous teacher make a good disciple?"
"Ahem..." Li Shiping waved his hand, did Zhu Yan do this on purpose? Or was it intentional? He never punished his students corporally. He would only say a few sarcastic words and occasionally have a cold war. Throw the chalk? Let's forget it. His arms are sore from shaking. After all, he is not young anymore. "If you stand for a long time, you will inevitably catch a cold. I am older and no longer younger than you."
Um? The three people turned around at the same time and looked at Li Shiping. Is there something in these words?
However, the excitement in the classroom attracted their attention even more.
"Ling Chuyang, 32 people raised their hands in agreement." Geng Xinyu counted the number of people who raised their hands, "He Shiling, 1, 2, 3, 4... are also 32 people."
"The numbers are equal." "It's half to half." "It's a draw."
"Are we going to prepare rock, paper, scissors?" Zhu Yan looked at Li Shiping and said with surprise, "Oh, no, are we going to draw lots?"
