During the first period of evening self-study, Lao Liu suddenly came in and briefly announced something.

"Ahem, um, everyone, please stop writing."

In fact, few people stopped writing, and everyone was doing their own thing.

"Tomorrow, the three or four English classes will be changed to a mental health class meeting. The English teacher will lead everyone to play games and watch videos, and the literary and art committee will be responsible for taking photos and recording."

Most people stopped writing and looked up at Old Liu on the podium.

"Teacher, what will be the theme class?"

"Ah, everyone understands it as just playing games." After finishing speaking, Old Liu added a few words, "Questions and answers about mental health, as well as some stress-relieving games."

"Everyone is generally under a lot of pressure in the senior year of high school. There will be no homework in the two English classes tomorrow at noon. Everyone should participate and relax."

As soon as Lao Liu finished speaking, the class immediately began to make a fuss.

"It's mental health. You're not reading PPT again, are you?"

"Would you like to say something auspicious? If it were Lao Liu, it might be a PPT round, but this time it's an English teacher who attacks. Don't question it but believe it first."

"Xian Bao, hey, my Xi Bao."

"Get this idiot out of here."

Theme class meetings in small county high schools are generally fire-proof, waterproof, and electricity-proof. Read the notice, mention a few scary examples, and you're done.

Naturally, senior high school students will not waste time in these regular class meetings. Everyone should do their homework and do their homework. Brothers are more burning than fire, so don't play with fire.

But no matter what, it is better than a gratitude speech.

A group of byds will say anything just to sell some trash. Kenzuka on the stage is so eloquent that he makes people cry, without even considering the feelings of the students in the audience.

When Jiang was in junior high school, the school held a similar event. The students listened to the warm speech on the stage and felt extremely uncomfortable at that time.

Even...I will never play games again, I must study hard and I can't explain it in words. I bought a set of books and haven't read a single page.

So those who make money selling books and CDs are all born, and no one is innocent.

It’s true that Zhennan Middle School is a key middle school in the county, but it still looks so ugly. It’s hard not to spend the huge amount of money, and the kickbacks must go into your own pocket.

After Lao Liu left, there was a lot of discussion in the class.

Cai Xiaoqing, the executive deputy monitor of Class 3, did not stop her. She has been a class leader for so many years. She clearly knows when to relax and when to tighten.

"It's rare for themed classes to play games," Sun Zhicheng said, "They won't show a few short films about mental health, and they'll finish with a few knowledge quizzes."

Hearing this, Lin Dong answered.

"Congratulations, you discovered the truth about school operations."

"I think I'm actually looking forward to it being hosted by the English teacher." Chen Yunyun turned around and said, "Qian Bao is very good at playing and will definitely not be perfunctory."

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng nodded involuntarily.

"Yeah yeah."

Lin Dong: "."

I have never seen such a shameless person, and his tone of voice changed so quickly.

"What the hell, what's the point of a theme class?" Yang Qiming was speechless. "It's better to listen to the lecture in the open air and escape. I don't want to buy books anyway."

"Brother Yang, I think class would be better." Huang Cailang leaned over and said, "When I was in junior high school, the school held a gratitude education and sold 500 sets of books."

"We invited a lot of parents, and our class teacher also encouraged us to buy it. Then a quarter of our class bought it, and we later found out that the class teacher had received a kickback."

Yang Qiming was slightly stunned and held his words for a long time.

"That's a real beast."

Jiang Nian didn't react much and had little expectations for the theme class meeting.

What he heard was that there was no need for classes.

The third and fourth periods are actually not English classes, so Lao Liu must have coordinated them. The point is that the first two periods are Chinese classes, so tomorrow’s classes are scheduled.

Language - Have fun and then get out of school.

Damn, it feels so good. I won’t go to hell after taking this class. What’s the difference between it and a vacation?

Zeng You smiled, turned around and patted his deskmate Wu Jun Gudao.

"Today I read a novel from the evening until 5 a.m., then slept in and studied early. Then from 8 a.m. to the end of school, no one can stop me."

Wu Jungu smiled and said, "How can you endure it so well?"

Zeng You couldn't help but have a proud smile on his face. This sentence was simply the highest compliment to him.

"I used to stay up all day and all night in order to read a novel. Then I couldn't hold it any longer, so I woke up again after three hours of sleep and continued reading."

"What novel?"

"Forgot."

It was so damn classic, Jiang Nian silently gave them a like.

He actually also pursues novels.

But sometimes the novels are written in a way that makes people's hearts yellow, just reading them makes them sad.

Without Li Hua, Jiang Nian's desire to complain has decreased a lot.

Yao Beibei, a pure and familiar person, interrupted the chat between the two in the front seat and asked curiously.

“Can I play with my mobile phone for so long?”

Zeng You silently took out his brick power bank from the table and directly displayed the weapons.

Yao Beibei was silent.

The next first period is evening self-study.

Sun Zhicheng and Liu Yang were at the back door of the classroom, holding on to the doorframe and doing pull-ups, betting on a bottle of iced black tea.

Liu Yang is the sports committee member, so he can't be cowardly. Sun Zhicheng is not short of money, so he doesn't care.

It's just that he's been feeling a little weak recently, as if he's been hollowed out. So he wants to know the difference between himself and Liu Yang, so as not to worry all the time.

If you don't verify it, byd will almost become a demon.

In the end, Liu Yang won easily and did thirteen pull-ups in a row. The spectators were stunned and heard a lot of "wow".

It was Sun Zhicheng's turn. He did it for three and a half times before falling off.

The scene was immediately booed.

Sun Zhicheng was a little panicked. He just wanted to test the limits of his body. Who knew Liu Yang could be so fierce and pull himself upwards ten times.

It seemed like I had a cold and went to the hospital, only to be diagnosed with kidney deficiency and diarrhea.

He's a little panicked now. It's like he accidentally pressed his feet on the kidney reflex area. He asked you to attack violently, but he didn't ask you to really press!

"Hey, isn't this Ah Cheng?" Lin Dong popped up from the side and smiled innocently, "We haven't seen you for a few days, why have you become so weak?"

"Kidney deficiency."

Sun Zhicheng almost broke out in a cold sweat. What do you mean by shooting yourself in the foot?

"Go away, you have a weak kidney!"

Even though he said that, he still couldn't help but look in a certain direction in the classroom. All the slanders were not worth her look. He hoped he didn't notice this.

Fortunately, Chen Yunyun was immersed in her homework.

"What are you playing at?"

A person hates a dog, and the sound of warning people is heard.

Under Sun Zhicheng's gaze, Chen Yunyun, who was watching her homework, paused for a moment. Then she slowly raised her head, determined the source of the sound, and turned to look this way.

It was over, he was seen, and he felt full of regret.

Over there, Jiang Nian had already grabbed the door frame with one hand. He moved up and down for a while in the eyes of the people around him, and easily did fifteen pull-ups with one hand.

It's true that a group of old ladies are hiding under the covers, and they can't do it for the men.

Suddenly there is no edge.

"Damn it, is this possible for a human to do?"

"Awesome, this core."

Praise came like snowflakes, Jiang Nian said modestly.

"I'm afraid the door frame won't be able to bear it."

Sun Zhicheng was even more panicked. Didn't this confirm that he was physically weak?

"Girls definitely can't do it."

Wang Yuhe came in from behind. Hearing this, without saying a word, he clung to the five with one hand and said calmly.

"I didn't eat enough this afternoon."
To be continued...