"Hey! The monitor is still good at playing!" The fat man thought for a long time to no avail. He originally wanted to go back and hint to Teacher Liu to arrange more plant species for him.

Unexpectedly, Lan Mengxi, who became the squad leader, had a better idea and planted two trees by himself. Anyway, Sister Liu didn’t care whether they planted more trees or not, as long as they could take care of them. If you really want to report the number then, take the

It's enough to go up as much as possible.

"Tsk tsk... What class is really doing something? They are already preparing for the college entrance examination countdown, and they actually have the leisure to not study, but to discuss growing vegetables?"

"Stop talking, I feel like I'm facing the smell of chicken shit now!"

"Hahaha, there's no way! The country people have outdated farming methods and can't afford fertilizer!"

"Hey you guys, I just think the soil is good. I have never grown anything like this in my greenhouse. It looks so ugly!"

Several sounds of frolicking came from outside Class 7, with a group of people wearing school uniforms of the same style, but from the fineness of the fabrics and the arrogant faces, one could tell that these

It is a completely different existence from Class 7.

"Those peacocks in Class 1, why don't they pretend to be good and come to us?" Lan Mengxi is very good at gossiping and is usually very popular outside. Although he knows that the people in Class 1 have always been

I don't have any dealings with the people in Class 7, but I still can't figure out why they keep coming over to express their presence even though the two sides have nothing to do with each other.

"I don't know, don't worry about it." Yu Zhiliang has seen this level of provocation too much, and feels that it is a big deal. He reminds the people in Class 7 not to be impulsive, "Anyway, those people will go back after class. When they want to

Just come and see the lively atmosphere of Class 7."

With a money-loving tutor like Ren Fangfei, no one could believe how good the atmosphere in the class could be.

What's more, many of the students in Class 1 come from families with strong backgrounds. Compared with the students in Class 7, they are on par with each other, except that they know how to show off in a low-key manner, and they are more of the children who are valued by their families.

"Tsk, are you going to be a coward if you don't want to come out?" Seeing that the people in Class 7 refused to come out under the suppression of Yu Zhiliang and others, and no one was willing to answer their calls, this made people who originally planned to have some fun

The members of Lezi felt that it was very boring, "Class 7 wasn't so timid before, was it? Isn't it smooth to hit and kill people?"

"Don't say a few words. What if they want to change for the better?" One of the girls, wearing a short skirt, showing her fair and delicate thighs, and wearing a princess hair tie, held the book and said, "We work hard.

Ours, they struggle with theirs, without conflict."

It's just that Yu Xiaoyu is very sensitive to eyes. He raised his head and noticed the gaze of this female classmate. He couldn't help but shiver down his spine and frowned slightly.

She always felt that she had seen these eyes somewhere.

The latter returned her a meaningful look, then turned around and left as the bell rang.

"Man Yun still has a good temper." When the others heard what she said, they quickly followed suit and said, "Depending on the strength of our class, no matter whether it is reading, taking exams, or doing sports and running, Class 7 can't even think of surpassing it.

us!"

"That's right! There are athletes in their class, and there are also athletes in our class!" someone started, and the topic continued naturally, "The teachers in Class 7 are not as good as us! They run like this every day, and there are still people who fall behind.

It’s shameful, they are so good at following bad teachers.”

"Hahaha, stop talking. The more you talk, the more pitiful you feel!"

"That's right! Let's not talk about them anymore. The more we talk about them, the more we talk about them. We might as well teach them how to behave during the basketball game!"

"Yes, the sports day is coming soon." After being reminded, everyone couldn't help but put their heads together, "This is the last sports day in high school where you can be wild. Come and think about what you can do for fun?"

"How about a hot air balloon? Let my dad and his company come over and get one?"

"I'll go, this is so cool! Manyun, you are so awesome!"

"It's just a joke, I just don't know if the school can allocate space. Otherwise, we can bring in a few more."

The people in Class 1 finally left. Although the words that stayed behind were unpleasant, it also made the people in Class 7 feel uncomfortable.

Yu Zhiliang was used to showing off and was good at making choices, so he didn't take the people in the group too seriously. Yu Xiaoyu also developed a deaf ear to these people because of his past experiences.

But others did not swallow this breath so easily,

"How dare they call us rustic?! I can't tell if that skirt is from England or the Turpan Depression! The color looks very rustic to me! How dare they laugh at the vegetables grown by me!"

The fat man jumped up first, with the fat on his face shaking, and said angrily,

"We must give them a good look!"

The expressions on the other people's faces were not very good either. Children of this age are at a time when they need to save face, so they are naturally very concerned about such things.

When they want to be decadent, it doesn't matter what these people say. But if they want to exert force, it doesn't matter if these people dare to pull their hair out.

"Down with the whole class and kick out Master Jue!" A few people who were watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble immediately started shouting.

"Basketball is overwhelming, and we will do better than them in sports competitions!"

When Qi Renjie walked into the classroom, he heard these overly experienced little brats yelling about this. He immediately slapped the textbook on the table and roared with all his strength,

"Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second! Studying is like eating, work hard, let's try to beat the class in Chinese!"

Bao Qin was said to be a model soldier back then, and his voice was louder than that of a male physical education teacher. He immediately stopped the boys in Class 7, their eyes widened, and their shoulders hunched. They looked like a

A frightened groundhog──obscene!

"What expressions are you all looking like? Have you memorized "Shi Shi Biao"? Do you know the background of "Chibi Fu"?" Bao Qin got angry when he saw them like this. He slapped the textbook on the desk and almost took it.

He smashed the desk into pieces and said, "If you want to win a class, you have to crush them all, you know?"

"...Teacher, I think this goal is a bit too big." The school committee is not trying to pour cold water on the teacher, nor is it trying to boost others' ambitions and destroy one's own prestige, but the objective reality is like this, "Just look at the sports committee

He can even write his own name wrong, so we really can't expect him to understand the names of the three Su family members."

The full name of the sports committee member is Luo Mao. He has a lot of strokes and a very difficult structure. From the past until now, everyone only calls him Nuo Mao, and no one is willing to call him by his real name.

In addition, his family was a plumber and his nickname was Screw. Even the parents only saw their son’s full name in the household registration book. In the end, only the school teacher knew how to write his name...

"puff!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Luo Mao, did you hear that? Do you know how to write your own name now?"

"Don't draw a hexagon for your name next time!"

The Sports Committee, no, Luo Mao, was so angry when he heard everyone's merciless ridicule, he immediately jumped up and said unwillingly,

"If you have the guts to laugh at me, if you have the guts, come and compare your Chinese scores next time!"

Come on! Let’s hurt each other!

Who is afraid of whom!

"Okay! This is the momentum!" Bao Qin admired his ambition very much. He even gave him a poem on the spot and asked him to learn to recite and write silently. It is a compulsory test. "This is the teacher's expectation for you! Let's start with the momentum.
Chapter completed!