Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

"Look at you, you don't usually receive a love letter."

Lu Ze left the stands with his guitar and suona while complaining.

Wu Naiwen, who was "sprayed" for no reason, was left in a mess in the wind.

After a long while, the boy with the envelope in his hand finally said something to himself.

"Who still writes love letters now? Isn't it good to send QQ? Old hat...".

Crowd, just like yesterday.

After the carnival ended, they quickly dispersed.

In an empty square.

Wu Naiwen picked up the envelope and walked slowly along a path to the playground, humming a song.

If you sneak a peek, just peek, I hide and watch!

Worst of all, there is an expulsion notice inside.

Not unprepared.

......

In the penultimate row of stands on the playground, Wu Naiwen stretched his body.

With a solemn expression, he opened the envelope that Lu Ze handed to him.

Take the contents out and spread them out on your knees together.

There are three things in the envelope.

The first thing is a train ticket that says "Rongcheng-Hangcheng".

The second item is a rectangular piece of coated paper with many words densely written on it.

But the most eye-catching among them are the big characters in the middle: "Extraordinary" contestant entry letter.

The third thing is indeed a letter.

In fact, at the moment of seeing the first two things.

Wu Naiwen probably guessed something, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

Not wanting, but not dare.

This cowardice and fear come from everything he has experienced in the past.

Those false bubbles that burst all over the floor with a light poke from reality.

Therefore, he suppressed the anticipation and excitement in his heart, and twisted the thin letter paper with slightly trembling fingers.

What catches the eye is Lu Ze's dragon and phoenix font.

Powerful through the back of the paper, free and unrestrained.

"Little bastard, take the two things I gave you, pack up and get out on the weekend."

"Trap yourself in the room and sing every day, it's useless!"

"What you lack is not the approval of others, but the opportunity to be recognized by others."

"This program is actually a bit rubbish, but it is also a rare opportunity for a cucumber like you."

"For those who play music, don't be afraid of losing face, go up and sing, and only then will you know whether you are the material."

Lu Ze's handwriting is not neat.

Sitting in the stands, Wu Naiwen, who was reading silently with his head down, sometimes struggled a little.

The wind blows the paper and rustles the air.

Damn, there's such a strong wind that it hurts my eyes.

The moment the letter paper was pressed flat, there was a "click", and a tear fell on the letter paper.

Then a large swath of ink blotted out in an instant.

"By the way, since you are going to participate in the competition, I have to give you two things."

Wu Naiwen rubbed his eyes and continued to read.

"First thing, it's good that only you and I know about this matter in this life. Find me before you leave, and I will give you two songs. Original things should be more popular. Your voice is actually good, but your creative ability is too good. You're cheating. But remember, I'll only give you these two songs in this life. From now on, whether you take this path or not, it's up to you. I don't have a single song here!"

"The second thing is actually a sentence. Have you seen "Slam Dunk"?"

"I've seen it..."

Facing the empty stands, Wu Naiwen responded with a light smile.

"I haven't actually seen many, but among the scenes I have seen, the most memorable one should be a line from Coach Anxi."

"He said to the boy like you: In today's game, no one will shout for you. They are all here to see how the Sanwang team won."

"Do you know what that boy said?"

"You should know, and I want you to know too."

"That young man said such a sentence to the stadium where the mountains roared and the tsunami roared."

"He said: But coach, I don't want to lose."

"Click", another sound.

In this noisy space, the boy's tears were like unstoppable beads, falling drop by drop onto the letter paper.

It feels so good to be understood.

The feeling of being expected is awesome.

"So little bastard, if you like music, just go for it. All I can do is to wake you up with a big ear scraper, and then lift my foot to kick you out."

"Kick out of this environment that you don't like and also don't like you, kick out to the stage that suits you and has been waiting for you."

"So, don't think too much, just do it."

"Of course, don't forget."

"Dreams are always in this world!"

"The most passionate thing!"

The letter is over.

Wu Naiwen carefully put a few things into the envelope.

He raised his sleeve and wiped it on his face indiscriminately.

Then, just as the class bell rang, he stood up from the stands.

Turning around, facing the direction of Class 23, showing the brightest smile in the past two years.

Then he raised his head and waved his arms vigorously into the air.

Just like a few days ago, he was full of vigor after being beaten to the roof by Lu Ze, and made another bet.

Well, where the dream begins.

Everything is progressing so peacefully and beautifully.

It's just that amidst this beauty, there are occasionally some dirty residues.

For example, in the last 10 minutes of this extracurricular activity, Wu Naiwen sat in the stands and read letters quietly.

That incident happened suddenly in the classroom of Class 23 of Senior High School.

A small matter related to Ji Fanmeng.

Let the whole Class 23 of high school be reborn.

little things...

Chapter 30 Class [-] suppressed by one person, the extremely indifferent Lu Ze

Around 16:20 p.m.

High 23 class.

Students returning from the square in twos and threes sat on desks and benches laughing and chatting.

The content is nothing more than the suona that Lu Ze suddenly pulled out from behind, Wu Naiwen's stricken face...

The classroom of Class [-] has always been chaotic.

Because ordinary teachers are unwilling to take care of their discipline, students from other classes always push the door to come in if they want to find their friends.

No need to say hello, everyone will turn a blind eye.

So, when a few abrupt figures suddenly appeared at the back door of the classroom.

No one pays attention, and few people find anything abnormal.

until.

The girl lying quietly on the table suddenly let out an "ah" in the noisy space, which attracted everyone's attention.

In the air, a little quiet.

The students follow the prestige.

What I saw were three tall and handsome boys and a girl with short hair and a bad face.

The four surrounded Ji Fanmeng.

The "ah" just now came from Ji Fanmeng's mouth.

The reason for that short and high-pitched cry.

It was because the girl who did not belong to Class [-] was standing behind Ji Fanmeng, wrapping her long hair twice around her hands.

Just like this, Ji Fanmeng was pulled up from his seat by the opponent's force.

The pain was unspeakable, and the eyes were blurred for an instant.

"I'm surprised, people look quite watery, but why do they act like this?"

While talking, the strength in the girl's hands continued to increase, and the contempt and sarcasm in her tone were obvious.

"me......."

The painful Ji Fanmeng struggled to speak, but was interrupted by the girl casually.

"What are you? You seduced my boyfriend, sent messages every day, and went on a trip with him. You didn't do it?"

Once again, Ji Fanmeng felt that his hair was about to be ripped from his scalp.

The desperation that had been driven away by himself a long time ago spread back in an instant.

"Om...".

Seeing this scene, there was a burst of restlessness in Class 23 of Senior High School.

Several boys stood up from the stools and walked towards Ji Fanmeng's position, ready to raise their legs and walk over.

Then, right at this time.

The three boys from the foreign class who had been silent for a while suddenly turned their heads together.

Staring at the direction of the boys in Class [-].

His eyes were full of indifference and coldness.

One of the boys with long bangs took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a "snap".

After exhaling a puff of smoke ring, he sneered and pointed at the boys in Class [-].

"Come and try?"

The air, a little stagnant...

The boys from Class [-], whose faces were flushed, stood where they were, not daring to take this step.

They are really not good students.

But the boy in front of him who was smoking a cigarette with a cold expression was a bad student that everyone knew.