In Class 7 of Eight Years, even though the bell has rang, the classroom is still in a mess.
Normally at this time, the monitor of each class would have already stood up to organize discipline.
But at this moment, Liu Xiaoyan's seat was empty, and the boys in the back row became even more unrestrained.
"Hmph! Haven't you complained enough about the guy with pigtails? Hasn't he come back yet?"
"Who says it's not the case! This little power isn't enough for her, so what's the big deal? Isn't it just about studying?"
"If she doesn't do well in the exam next time, I will definitely bury her!"
"Shh~~ Keep your voice down. If she comes back and catches you, it's time to remember your key points again! She hasn't come back yet, so she might be helping the teacher correct the paper! Do you still want to bury others? Your own life 'Everything is in other people's hands, so why should we fight with them?"
Upon hearing this, the male student who had been standing on the stool with his tail raised just now immediately fell down on the table like a deflated rubber ball.
The zipper opening of the pencil case was just right in front of the male classmate's eyes. Looking at the star cards filled in the pencil case, Xiao Shuai reached out and randomly pulled out one and held it in front of his eyes.
No. 10, Wang Xiaodong.
Looking at the card sideways from the side, there are several colorful lights flashing under the reflection of the incandescent lamp.
This is a gold card!
The only gold card in the 25-man roster!
"Hey, I don't know if Wang Xiaodong scored a goal! Are we leading!"
"Who says it's not the case!" The big donkey on the side also leaned against the wall behind him, and his head suddenly hit the blackboard. "The kids in the first grade of junior high school are so happy. They are probably sitting on the sofa digging for watermelons right now. , are you eating and watching the football game?"
"Fuck you, donkey, stop talking, I want to read everything you said!" The handsome boy was so angry that he slapped his deskmate, then rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of a good idea.
"Big Donkey, I remember there is a TV in the school bathroom, right?"
"Yes, those guys from Class 5 sneaked over just after class. Nana's only one had a nosebleed, and four or five of them accompanied him to see a doctor. Teacher Liu is so kind, just approve him if he asks for leave!"
"Big Donkey, let's go too!" Xiaoshuai suddenly said in a sly tone, "I remember you got sprained ankles while playing basketball two days ago, right?"
"It's a sprain, but I can still do it! Which of the boys from Class 9 got a rebound this afternoon?"
"Fuck you!" The handsome boy kicked his deskmate hard under the table. "You are a patient now, disabled and lame. Do you understand?"
"You mean...ah! I understand! Ah yo, ah yo, my leg is about to break..."
"Now stop yelling, let's go, I'll help you find the squad leader." Xiaoshuai said, helping the big donkey up from the stool, and planning as he walked, "Let's say something nice to 'Pigtail' first, let's She helps us ask for leave from the teacher; if she doesn't give face, go to my book sister, she likes Wang Xiaodong so much, this favor will definitely help..."
The two planned well. They first asked for leave from the class leader, and then went directly to the school hospital to watch the game. Even if Lao Guo doesn't give up and sends people to look for them, they still make money. Just one more look.
Just as he was secretly chuckling over this "flawless" plan, Lao Guo's figure suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.
"What are you doing? You're already in class, don't you know? Go back and sit on your own!"
Looking at the two students walking to the door, Lao Guo did not have the same gentle attitude towards the monitor and study committee member.
Xiaoshuai and Dalu were also stunned. They had just been thinking about asking for leave, and they didn't even have time to pretend to be lame.
At this moment, I bumped into the teacher at the door and was even more shocked. After being startled, P didn't even put a word in his mouth, turned around and returned to his seat dejectedly.
After Lao Guo walked onto the podium, Liu Xiaoyan and Ma Fanshu also came in and returned to their respective places.
"How many times have I told you that the high school entrance examination is about to take place next year. It's the right time to study hard. Why don't you listen? I can hear you arguing all the way in the corridor!"
"Now that the junior high school students have graduated, you are the junior high school students, do you understand?"
"Why don't you seize the time to study?"
"Chengmeng, Yuan He, what are you two muttering about? You rang the bell and didn't hear it? Did you run out?"
Xiaoshuai and Dalu lowered their heads and buried their faces behind the front table, cursing secretly.
"You damn pigtails, if you want to complain, just complain. What's the point of calling the teacher?"
"Just wait for me, don't fall into my hands one day!"
On a hot summer day, even in Bingcheng, the classroom is stuffy.
The students in Class 7 of Year 8 sat in their seats and listened to the class teacher Lao Guo's lecture in front.
"The weather is so hot, and I know you are unwilling to learn and cannot learn."
"Anyway, we have a holiday tomorrow. I thought I would show you some movies to help you relax, but who knew that before I even got to the door, I heard you making a noise."
"With this attitude towards learning, am I embarrassed to let you go?"
"If the principal finds out, how will he and I explain it?"
"The class with the worst discipline doesn't want to learn to watch movies? Yuan He, do you think it makes sense?"
Da Lu raised his head and glanced at Lao Guo, then immediately lowered his head: "It doesn't make sense."
At this moment, the handsome man on the side suddenly became brave and stood up and said with a serious face: "Teacher Guo, we were wrong. We will not make such a fuss next time. We will study hard next semester."
"Um?"
Just when the students thought that the boy had changed his temper, Xiaoshuai suddenly put on a playful and smiling expression: "Teacher, can you change that movie to something else?"
"Good guys, I'm still thinking about whether I should let you go, so why don't you give me new conditions?" Lao Guo said, pretending to be angry.
"Teacher, it's true. I will definitely study hard next semester!" After hearing this, Xiaoshuai quickly raised his hands and said, "I will definitely pass the monthly exam next semester... uh no, I will definitely advance fifty places!"
Xiaoshuai's study countdown is very low. Every time he takes the monthly exam, he is ranked several hundred places away. It is still very easy to advance to fifty places.
"Okay, Cheng Meng has already expressed his stance. Where are you, Yuan He?" Lao Guo suddenly showed a sly smile.
When Xiaoshuai heard this, he pinched the elbow of his deskmate. Big Donkey was startled and stood up quickly: "I will also advance fifty places in the next monthly exam!"
Under the leadership of the two of them, Lao Guo successively clicked on several boys in the back row who had low academic performance, but whose eyes were shining at this moment.
After they all set their goals, Lao Guo pretended to smack his lips: "Well, since you are so ambitious, I can't keep my word."
"Oh yeah!!!" Seeing Lao Guo's loose tone, the whole class became excited.
"But the dirty talk is ahead. Whoever fails to complete the task in the first monthly exam next semester will be responsible for one month's duty. I won't make it difficult for you, right?"
"It's not difficult, it's not difficult!" the students said quickly.
"Okay, then what do you want to see?"
Seeing Lao Guo really power on the TV in the upper left corner of the classroom and take out the remote control, the whole class was excited.
Some said watching cartoons, some said watching Hong Kong movies, and some said watching Hollywood blockbusters.
The students wanted to watch a variety of programs, but soon, other voices were drowned out by the boys in the back row: "Watch football, watch football, watch football!"
When they heard that they wanted to watch a football match, some girls couldn't help but frown and expressed strong opposition.
"Quiet, quiet." Lao Guo waved his hand, "You guys are the same, you don't just listen to whoever has the loudest voice. You want to watch the football game, and you don't think about whether the girls want to watch it. Fanshu, you are the study committee member, what do you want to see?"
After hearing Lao Guo's roll call, the classroom instantly became quiet, and all the students focused on Ma Fanshu.
After his name was called, Ma Fanshu stood up, looked at Teacher Guo's encouraging eyes, and then looked back at the expectations on the faces of the boys in the back row. He lowered his head, buried his face in his long flowing hair, stared at the handsome poster of Wang Xiaodong on the table and said word by word: "Watch the football game."
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"
"Long live the book lady!"
"Long live the book lady!!!"
After hearing Ma Fanshu's answer, the boys in the back row instantly became excited.
One by one they threw their books in the air, just like the Chinese team had won the championship.
"Let me tell you, that guy Xiaofan is totally unreliable! Her heart has gone to Wang Xiaodong a long time ago." Liu Xiaoyan had an expression of "I knew it a long time ago" and complained to her deskmate.
"Shh~~ Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!" Lao Guo quickly stopped the male students from making fun, "Please keep your voices down. I'm telling you, it's okay to watch football, but it can't affect the studies of other classes. Do you understand? "
"Got it!" The male students suppressed their excitement and sat in their seats like good babies.
While Lao Guo was pressing the remote control to dial the channels, he took the opportunity to inoculate the students.
"Let me tell you, just watch the football, but don't be too showy, let alone let the game affect your mood."
"Just treat it like an ordinary game. If we win, we will celebrate. If we lose, it's no big deal."
"In football matches, winning or losing is normal!"
When he thought about the possibility of the Chinese team losing, Guo, who was calling the table, suddenly regretted it.
I originally wanted to play a football game for everyone to make the students happy for the last long holiday, but if losing really affected their mood, it would not be good.
Feeling anxious, Lao Guo did not directly press the number "5" on the remote control, but played the station clumsily little by little.
Soon, 1 set appeared, then 2 sets, 3 sets...
Ma Fanshu and all the other male students stretched their necks nervously and stared at the screen.
The screen flashed again and finally jumped to 5 sets.
Before anyone could react, they saw a white ball rising into the sky and rushing towards the Uzbek gate like a cannonball.
Nesterov jumped sideways, but in vain.
The ball hit the dead center of the goal without even touching the hair of the ball.
"Well???"
Neither the teacher nor the classmates reacted at the moment.
Watching football also requires the preparation of emotions. As soon as the stage was changed, a goal suddenly appeared, and no one could react.
Two seconds later, looking at the beating score at the bottom of the screen, Xiaoshuai finally couldn't help shouting: "Goal, goal! The Chinese team has scored!!!"
Looking at Wang Xiaodong who was surrounded by his teammates on the screen, Lao Guo also punched hard: "I'm telling you, I should have beaten myself a long time ago! Why are you passing the ball to those bad chess baskets?"
