Special Years

"Captain, the score is out."

Instructor Peng of the brigade, who has been in charge of scoring, calculated the average of the scores of each class scored by several judges, and handed the result to Wen Zhixing.

Wen Zhixing stretched out his hand and took the result, looked it over carefully from top to bottom, made sure there was nothing wrong, and then handed it to Principal Longzhong next to him.

After the principal read it, he handed it down one by one.

In front of the rostrum, all the first-year students had already finished lining up, standing under the stage quietly waiting for the final result to be read out.

On the viewing platform, the parents lowered their voices and began to discuss privately long ago

You Dazhi said to his wife Qian Huifang, "Wife, our son's class seems to have a chance!"

Qian Huifang said: "Of course there is a chance, I think it should be the first! So many classes, our son's class is the most energetic, and the slogan is so loud... I hear it and my ears are buzzing."

Huang Maokun on the side said disdainfully, "It's not about shouting louder than anyone else, it's about someone's standard of action."

Qian Huifang retorted: "My son's class, isn't the action standard? Do you know what a standard is? Tell me, that...that's what?"

She couldn't remember her name, so she quickly looked at her husband.

You Dazhi's father was a soldier, and with his eyes and ears, he certainly knew what the three steps were.

"Walk in step, jog, and walk straight." He quickly explained for his wife.

Qian Huifang said: "Yes, yes, that is, walking in unison, running and walking straight."

She turned to Huang Maokun: "Deputy Director Huang, I heard you speak so eloquently, and it seems that you understand it very well. Otherwise, can you tell us the essentials? Let us country women also gain insight?"

Huang Maokun froze.

He suddenly found with sadness that although he was a deputy director, it was unnecessary to play tricks with Qian Huifang, a strong and sturdy woman who had been in business for many years.

Because the two are not on the same level at all.

Not only do you have to take care of your identity, but your thinking is not as active as others.

This is like a serious boxer encountering an unruly ufc player.

He closed his mouth and stopped talking, lest he would be caught by Qian Huifang and ridiculed again.

"Now announcing the final grading results of today's gymnastics competition."

Wen Zhixing took the score sheet and stood up.

There was silence on the field.

Everyone stretched their necks, waiting for Wen Zhixing to announce the result.

"Third place."

Wen Zhixing raised his head and looked at the team below.

"Grade 1 (4) class, girls team."

There was applause from the management desk.

The runner-up results are out.

"Second place..."

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Wen Zhixing stopped here every time he read the ranking and looked around the audience for a week.

After he had enough appetite, he finally read out what everyone expected most, but it was the most unexpected result.

"Class 1 (1), boys team."

After all, take the initiative to raise his head and applaud.

This time, the audience did not immediately applaud.

Obviously, this result is somewhat unexpected.

The first grade (1) class is the top class among the top classes. There are five top classes, of which the 1st and 2nd classes are elite classes.

These two classes gather the best and most outstanding students in the whole freshman year, and they are the fronts of the dragon.

At any time, any activity in the school, almost all these two classes are rounded up.

However, a few seconds later, the tidal applause still sounded.

Many people think that maybe the first place is Class 2.

"First place!"

Wen Zhixing increased his tone this time.

His eyes swept across all the students under the rostrum again.

Standing solemnly in front of the queue, like the twenty-two boys behind him.

His heart was pounding now.

He knew very well that according to the performance just now, the boys team of Class 15 was absolutely qualified to win the award.

But he didn't expect that he could really take the first place.

Taking the first place is just a slogan, used to cheer.

In fact, being able to get the top three is already a surprise.

On the viewing platform, Huang Maokun looked calm, but his heart was still hanging.

Is it really class 15?

He couldn't help worrying about the two couples next to him, if their son's class could get first place, they didn't know how they would show it to themselves.

Qian Huifang's hand grabbed You Dazhi's arm, pinching his nails into the flesh, pinching You Dazhi to the point of grinning.

"The first place is the boys' team from Class 15!"

After hanging his appetite for half a minute, Wen Zhixing finally opened up.

"Wow!"

The girls in class 15 screamed first.

Then came the boys from class fifteen, who all went crazy with a bang.

Regardless of whether they were still standing in the queue, they all jumped three feet in place.

Everyone hugged frantically and kept shouting the same sentence in their mouths!

"We won! We're not trash!"

"We won! We're not trash!"

Before Zhuang Yan could turn around, he was surrounded by the swarming boys.

Under the command of You Dahai, more than a dozen students lifted Zhuang Yan up and threw it into the sky...

"Long live the instructor!"

Under the command of Yu Huijun, the girls shouted in unison: "The instructor is so handsome! The instructor is so handsome!"

Standing on the side with an innocent face, Wang Dazui said loudly, "I am your instructor!"

The girls stuck their tongues out at him and shouted, "We're talking about the coaches of the boys' team!"

Wang Dazui had a black line on his head and looked up at the sky, feeling that there was no reason for this world.

The other students in the surrounding classes stepped aside and stared blankly at this scene, dumbfounded.

Director Xu of the Education Office planned to stop it, but was stopped by the principal.

"Forget it, this is probably the most glorious moment of Class 15, let them be happy."

He turned around and said to Wen Zhixing, "Captain, I'm glad to be here to teach you the military training. Your squad leader is really the best soldier I've ever seen."

Wen Zhixing certainly understood the meaning of the principal's words. Before coming to the 1st Division to teach the team, Longzhong's military training in the past was to find some troops in the city nearby, but the results were not very satisfactory.

This time, it is the first time to cooperate with the teaching team of Division 1.

"Where's the award?" Wen Zhixing felt a light on his face, and this time, it was an explanation to his superiors.

You Dazhi sat on the steps of the viewing platform~www.novelmt.com~ suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, reached out and asked Qian Huifang, "Wife, did you bring a tissue?"

Qian Huifang glanced at You Dazhi and laughed, took out a Vida tissue from her bag, handed it to You Dazhi, and said, "Look at you, look at you, how old are you, you are still wiping tears in public. ...isn't it shameful?"

You Dazhi said: "I think of my father. When Dahai was young, he often taught him to walk in the yard, but at that time Dahai was young and didn't understand anything. You said, if my father could live to this day, look So happy to see this scene..."

Qian Huifang suddenly felt a heat in the corner of her eyes, reached out and patted You Dazhi's shoulder lightly, comforting: "Okay, Dad is in the spirit of heaven, I will definitely see it."

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

Look around.

Huang Maokun had long since disappeared.

Qian Huifang slapped her thigh and said in frustration, "This Huang Maokun runs really fast!"

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