grow up with him

The delinquent boy who Mo Dong said was "unfamiliar" walked around them with his mouth pursed.

Xia Le watched his leaving back with indifferent eyes.

"It's so tiring." Mo Dong hung on Xia Le from behind, his hat tilted a little, "I never knew it was so tiring to stand in a military posture."

"It will be over in a few days. Soak your feet first when you go home." Xia Le patted his hand.

"Okay." Mo Dong hugged the person and rubbed against him.

For the next few days of military training, Feng Yang didn't come to Mo Dong's side to join in the fun. Mo Dong... Mo Dong didn't feel anything.

How do you feel when a stranger is around you?

will not.

Neither will Mo Dong.

The end of the military training is a bonfire party.Of course, for the sake of environmental protection, there is no bonfire, but there is a party.

In fact, this is not so much a party as it is a game.

The first item of the party is to walk in the square team and play military boxing in the bright sky after 4 o'clock in the afternoon-as we all know, the school's party is held in the bright afternoon.

After finishing the square team, it's time for the highlight of the party: pulling songs.

Every two classes are divided into one group, PK, and if they win, they will enter the next game.

The pull scene is rough and shocking.

The two classes sat opposite each other and began to mock:

"One, two, three! Come or not! One, two, three, four, five! We've been waiting so anxiously! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine! Do you know it!"

"You want to sing! I'll sing! I want to sing! You just cry! Go home crying and call your mother!"

Class One (23) passed all the way with a loud voice.Cough, what's the tone?Loud and done.Just yell at the other side.

The remaining invincible Class One (23) stood in the final ring, but the opponent was unexpectedly Class One (1).

Class One (1), the key class, in everyone's eyes should be a non-human class who can only read - look at those scores, aren't they just printed out casually to intimidate other students?

But now, class one (1) is also on the stage of the finals of Lage.

The two classes sat opposite each other, and Mo Dong saw Xia Le on the opposite side at a glance, and then saw An Wei and He Haoran next to him.

Xia Le also saw him, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Immediately, a discordant voice came from beside Mo Dong.Several girls discussed in low voice: "Who is that?" "I don't know, are you going to ask QQ?" "You just go!"

Mo Dong was a little unhappy, very awkward.Obviously he is already with Lele, why are other people still like this?

↑Because other people don't know.

The battle between Class One (23) and Class One (1) started soon.Class One (23) is gearing up and plans to tell the top students in Class One (1) that being able to read does not mean knowing everything!

However, they didn't expect that class one (1) was really fierce, with loud voices one after another.

The two sides fought so hard that their throats were about to burst, but they couldn't tell the winner.

Finally, the instructors of the two sides negotiated and let the individual temporarily represent the group: the two sides excluded one person, and the class whose people sang well would win.

Hear the new game rules announced by the instructors.

Mo Dong's eyes lit up.In terms of singing beautifully, who can compare to Lele!

The instructor who knew nothing about the brilliant experience of a certain student made a decision that Class 23 ([-]), who also knew nothing, would cry if he knew the truth.

In the team of class one (1), Anwei looked apologetically at the other side who was actively discussing who to send to the team, one (23), but when he glanced past Mo Dong, he froze for a moment, if class one (23) Mo Dong pushed it out...

One (1) class will lose miserably.

Regarding Xia Le's integrity in matters related to Mo Dong, An Wei never had any hope.

He Haoran didn't think too much about it, he started to calculate, one (1) after winning, how much extracurricular reading can be bought for the class after getting the bonus - the head teacher said, if he wins, all the bonuses will buy books - He Haoran will share with the class teacher His years of experience in tutoring book purchases.

Class One (23) discussed for a long time, but still failed to elect a person.While speeding up their discussion, they secretly looked at Class One (1) to see how their selection was going.

The first (1) class was peaceful, talking in a low voice, relaxed and happy, as if winning.

The students in class one (23) were not happy.Why, knowing how to read means decathlon?They really don't believe it today!

"Why don't you go, Mo Dong?" A girl suggested.Because Mo Dong is good-looking, good-looking people can sing well, but many people believe this unfounded common sense.

"Eh?" Mo Dong was a little surprised, why did it involve him.

"Cut! What kind of song can a nerd sing?" Feng Yang stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and let down his oblique bangs hidden in his hat a few times, "I'll do it!"

"Wow~" A girl was slightly amazed.After all, Feng Yang is also good-looking, and he must sing well.

Class One (23) finally selected a candidate, Feng Yang.

Class one (1) saw that they had finally chosen someone, and one of them also stood up.

When Feng Yang saw him, his face became even more stinky.

Xia Le looked at him with a smile, making people feel like spring breeze.

"Class one (23) come first." The instructor of class one (1) said, his eyes were full of fun.

"Then you sing first." The instructor of class one (23) didn't know that people were sinister.

Feng Yang looked at Xia Le, raised his eyebrows, glanced contemptuously, then cleared his throat and began to sing.

It has to be said that Feng Yang dared to stand up with two brushes. He even sometimes sang in some small bars.

After the song was sung, class one (23) burst into warm applause and screams: "Feng Yang, you are the best!"

Anwei looked apologetically at the students in Class 23 ([-]) who were excited as if they had already won.I'm so sorry.

Hearing the cheers and applause, Feng Yang looked at Xia Le, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly.

Xia Le still looked at him with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Instructor, can I start?" Xia Le asked the instructor politely.

"Let's get started!" the instructor of class one (1) said cheerfully.

Xia Le glanced at Feng Yang lightly, then ignored him, and opened his mouth——

The moment the sound fell into the air, the noisy excitement was quiet.

Everyone looked at Xia Le involuntarily.There seems to be a light on him, which is desirable and inaccessible.

He is a pearl in the deep sea.

He is a jewel at the tip of the pyramid.

He is a star in the dark night.

As long as he opens his mouth to sing, the singing voice will flow through your heart, and you will rush to the distance without any regrets.

Some people, his voice seems to have been kissed by an angel.

When Xia Le stopped after singing a song, everyone remained quiet and looked at him quietly, as if hoping that he would sing another song.

The first person to applaud was Mo Dong, who applauded with a smile.His Lele is the best in the world!

The rest of the people slowly came to their senses and applauded sparsely, and then the applause became more and more enthusiastic.

Amidst the applause, someone in Class 23 ([-]) murmured, "What do you need to learn if you can sing like this? Just go and become a singer."

The person next to him gave him a blank look, and said unceremoniously: "Why, it's good to be a shameless person? Is multifaceted development hindering you?"

The result of the competition is obvious, class one (1) won.The students in class one (1) cheered, while their instructors laughed so hard that they couldn't see their teeth.

Feng Yang pursed his lips and looked at Xia Le, snorted and turned back to Class 23 ([-]).

The pull song activity is over, and the party is coming to an end.The leaders of the school and the instructors came to the stage to give their speeches, and the one-week military training came to an end.

The camouflage truck was parked at the school gate, and a large group of students surrounded the camouflage truck, looking at the instructors reluctantly.

"Instructor, don't go..." Some girls shed tears with red eyes.

The inseparable atmosphere affects everyone.

More and more people's eyes are red.

Although during military training, sometimes they are so tired that they wish the instructor would leave early.But when the instructor was about to leave, they couldn't bear it anymore.

"Instructor! Leave a phone number! We will play with you in the future!"

"Instructor, these are the flowers our class bought for you, please accept them!"

"Instructor, this is a postcard written by our class, take it!"

Maybe it was vaguely aware of it, maybe I will never see it again for the rest of my life.

Everyone spontaneously prepared gifts.Maybe the gift is not expensive, but it is full of the precious thoughts of the students.

Many instructors also had red eyes, and they pushed away the gifts: "We have regulations, and we cannot accept gifts."

"Instructor, just accept it." The students stuffed the gift into the instructor's arms.

"We have regulations. I'll accept my wish. Take the gift back."

In the end, the instructors just accepted some postcards, jumped into the car and left.

The camouflage truck moved, and some crying and red-eyed people reluctantly followed for a few steps.A girl was holding a large bouquet of flowers, her eyes were red, and she threw the flowers high into a camouflage truck.

"Woo-!" Several boys whistled, "Good job!"

The girl turned her head and glared at them, then smiled through tears.

The military training ended like this.

Students return to ordinary daily study life.

But Mo Dong felt that the surroundings were a bit strange recently, and he always felt that the girls gathered together from time to time, secretly looking at the boys and discussing something.

"What are they doing?" Mo Dong felt the feeling of being secretly scrutinized again. When he turned his head, a few girls in the distance hurriedly dispersed to look around but not here.

Xia Le looked at the girls and said, "Just ask."

"They won't say anything." Mo Dong had tried it a long time ago. Once, he caught a few girls who were peeping, and shook his head when asked anything, but just didn't speak.

Mo Dong watched Xia Le walk over, said something to one of the girls, and then came back.

Mo Dong was very surprised, he hurriedly asked: "What did she say?"

Xia Le looked at him with a helpless expression, took out his phone and opened a software to show him.

In the self-study class, Mo Dong didn't study as hard as before, but lay down on the table, looking down at his phone secretly.

Feng Yang pretended not to care for half the class, finally threw the pen on the ground, and then went to take a look at what Mo Dong was looking at.

Then the pen I just picked up really fell off.

On Mo Dong's phone, the sticky bar was opened, and the title of a post was very eye-catching:

"Liuzhou No. [-] Middle School New School Grass Selection Event!Come and cast your precious vote! "

The author has something to say: Who will win the title of school grass?Buy and leave!

Author: Xia Le! (Press down the property)