"Beat the bull and win the first place."
The deafening sound made Tongtong raise his hand to rub his ears.
This sound can't help but be too zero.
Tongtong blinked slightly and looked into the classroom, but inadvertently saw Yan Xiaoyu's chuckling expression.
Everyone is excited. What does Yan Xiaoyu's silly expression mean?
Tongtong blinked and raised his hand to poke Yan Xiaoyu's arm. Before he could say anything, he saw Yan Xiaoyu turn around.
He glanced at her and chuckled twice.
"Why are you having so much fun?" Tongtong poked Yan Xiaoyu again with his hand that had not yet been withdrawn, with a hint of confusion and disdain in his eyes.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.
She can no longer preview the Chinese language, nor can she revise the poems she prepared.
Principal Li has finished reading the essay and is now staring at everyone.
Also, Tongtong couldn't help but twitch his lips, and the table tennis racket that caused heated discussion.
Who will be the winner?
Was it appointed by Principal Li? still?
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 was 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 being used by our class?"
Among the lively crowd, someone suddenly raised his voice again.
The uniform voice in the classroom stopped momentarily, and all the students looked around.
Who is so powerful, thinking what they think, but not doing what they think.
"It's a beautiful thought." The voice of Song Ci squeezed out from the teeth in the front row floated to the back and reached Tongtong's ears.
Well, Song Ci has to make sense and be somewhat beautiful. Tongtong looked at Song Ci in the front row. After all, it was a public property of the school. After the game, it should be returned to the physical education teacher and handed over to the school.
P.E. 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? Why is she, a person who can't play table tennis, so obsessed 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? Then you should listen to the head teacher.
Tongtong thought for a while, blinked, and glanced twice at the head teacher's 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. Wang Yang was really getting more and more promising.
In this situation, shouldn't he be highly consistent with him?
He actually threw the back of his head to him again, 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 cloud just passed by the window, a light cloud, a little white, a little thick and a little transparent, floating on the blue sky.
Like, what kids love 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 is now on business, and there are still a group of friends 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 died down instantly.
"No." "No." "Who can?" "Raise your hand."
The sound of the classroom instantly changed the style of the painting.
Huh? Whose voice? Tongtong turned around 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 know this? She wanted to know too.
Tongtong couldn't help but blinked and looked around.
But, who was asking in a loud 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 hear it.
Who is the one?
Tongtong looked over at Sun Yueyue in 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? My eyes jumped directly to the fourth row on the far left, boys!
The positions of Zhao Yang and Ma Wen.
The two people were touching each other head-to-head. I didn't know what they were doing, but they could only see their shoulders shaking.
Tongtong couldn't help but curl her lips. According to her experience, she must be holding back some bad ideas again? Or maybe they were secretly spying on a girl in front of her whose hair was tied badly and whose clothes were too flashy.
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 chuckled.
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.
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