012: First wave mission

In that case, the teacher has nothing to say. ”

In line with the principle of never suspecting a crime, Long Piaopiao waved his hand and motioned for Kong Shucheng to sit down first.

She didn't want to go into the topic of "campus love". As a high school class teacher, she understands the sensitivity and complexity of this topic. Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and many things cannot be done in three or two sentences.

Many young people today are not only simple-minded, but also have extremely poor ability to resist blows. The matter of campus love, once it is not handled and guided properly, is very likely to cause a tragedy. Last winter, Dongrao No. 2 Middle School on the opposite side had this kind of trouble, because the head teacher and parents dealt with the problem too simply and rudely, and as a result, a boy fell into free fall.

"Kong Shucheng, you sit down first. However, regarding your academic performance this semester, I feel that the regression is still obvious, and you only scored more than 300 points in the final test this time, right?"

"Teacher, it's 404 points. ”

"Oh, it's pretty much the same. ”

Long Piaopiao continued: "Classmate Kong Shucheng, the teacher hopes that you will work hard, there is still more than a year before the college entrance examination, and the teacher believes that you still have hope of counterattacking." I don't dare to say one, and strive to rush two. ”

"Well, teacher, I'll rush. ”

Kong Shucheng said, lowered his head and continued to read. According to his understanding of Long Piaopiao, as long as you keep working against her, she will always make you unhappy, and only if you keep echoing her, she will spare you from dying.

Seeing Kong Shucheng look like a teachable child, Long Piaopiao was a little relieved. But to be honest, in her heart, she has actually blocked Kong Shucheng as a classmate of this type. A student with a total score of only 404 points, no matter how hard he tries, his future is limited. Although the species of Xueba does not depend entirely on DNA, it has reached the second year of high school, and many things have basically taken shape. Her current attitude towards Kong Shucheng is not disgust, but it is also not appreciation. The only thing she hopes for is that Kong Shucheng can be self-aware, don't be a rat in the pot soup, and don't interfere with Zhou Luoxia's normal study. After all, Zhou Luoxia is the star of hope in Class 8 of the second year of high school.

Long Piaopiao finished explaining the test papers, and the bell rang after class.

The classmates were about to get out of class in a hurry, but she suddenly slapped the table again: "Hey, what are you in a hurry, are you in a hurry to reincarnate? There is a notice, I have to officially announce it here." ”

All quiet.

"Just now, the Academic Affairs Office issued a notice. In order to promote traditional culture, on the 15th of this month, that is, ten days later, Dongrao City will hold the first 'Mayor's Cup' Ancient Poetry Competition. After the school's research, it was decided that our No. 4 Middle School also had to send a team of four students to participate. In view of the heavy learning tasks in the third year of high school, this burden falls on our second year of high school, and I, the head of the language group, are fully responsible for this matter. ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately sighed.

Cut, ancient poetry contest, what's my business?

"Quiet!" Long Piaopiao slapped the table again: "This 'Mayor's Cup' Ancient Poetry Contest is aimed at the entire education system of Dongrao City, there are middle school students, college students, and even graduate students and doctors from municipal units, I am afraid that there are many masters, so I hope that someone in our class can also sign up for the audition." Moreover, if you get the top three, you will have at least 5,000 yuan in bonuses. Oh yes, the first prize seems to have a prize of 40,000. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a "wow" sound at the bottom.

40,000 yuan, divided by four people, each person is 10,000 oceans.

Long Piaopiao continued: "Our fourth middle school will first conduct an audition in the school. In the end, the school will select the four best students to form a team to participate in the competition. As the homeroom teacher of your class, I hope that more people in our class will sign up. But then again, I hope that the students who go to participate are all powerful, not to embarrass me. ”

"Teacher, then send Zhou Luoxia to go, she has the highest Chinese score in our class. ”

"Yes, send her. Anyway, I don't even remember ten Tang poems. ”

"There is also He Qihao, his literary skills are also good, and he also scored 125 points in the Chinese test this time. ”

"Teacher, the person I want to recommend is Xiao Lanjiao, she said that she would carry hoes at the age of three. ”

"Fuck your sister, you will carry the hoe at noon, and your whole family will only carry the hoe at noon. ”

.........

The classroom was boiling.

Because of the "hoeing day noon", Xiao Lanjiao almost fought with Guan Haolin in the back. There's no way, a tomboy is a tomboy, even if the teacher is in her, she is not afraid.

In the class, in addition to recommending Xiao Lanjiao, there are also those who recommend Liu Ming to participate.

Liu Ming scratched his head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, dear, I'm the same as Mao Nan, I can only recite a sentence in Chinese, 'Luoxia and the lonely bird take off, and the autumn water grows together in the sky.'" ”

"Hahaha, hahaha. ”

Everyone laughed.

Zhou Luoxia's face was full of black lines.

Long Piaopiao saw that everyone was a little presumptuous, and made a straight face again: "You all give me peace." Since you don't want to sign up, then I'll just hand-pick. Zhou Luoxia, He Qihao, are you two willing to participate?"

He Qihao was flattered: "Teacher, I am willing!"

"Well, it's good, Zhou Luoxia, what about you?"

"I, I, I ........."

Zhou Luoxia seemed to be a little embarrassed. After all, it takes some time and effort to participate in this kind of competition.

Long Piaopiao smiled and directly made the decision for her: "Okay, Zhou Luoxia, I'll report your name first." Our class also has the thickest literary foundation, who else can you send if you don't go? Besides, this time in the sophomore 0 class, some masters will also be selected. When the time comes, we will concentrate on the selection again on Friday. Whoever is excellent will be allowed to participate. I can tell you, you can't embarrass the teacher, you have to let those top students in Class 0 of the second year of high school see how good you are. ”

Zhou Luoxia didn't speak, not even nodding.

The others didn't speak. After all, every time the "sophomore class 0" is mentioned, everyone has developed the habit of not talking.

When Kong Shucheng was eating melons, there was a sudden "ding dong" sound in his mind.

[Hello host, the first task has been triggered by this system]

[Mission Goal: Win the championship of the first 'Mayor's Cup' Ancient Poetry Contest in Dongrao City]

[Task reward: 100 credits, plus one lucky draw]

“.........”

Kong Shucheng was about to crack directly.

The first wave of missions, why is it like this?

Language proficiency like mine......... Can you also participate in the ancient poetry contest? And you have to win the championship? System, are you messed up? Are you cheating on me? You might as well let me participate in the national football team, and then take the Hercules Cup back.

[Please click on the host to receive the task, otherwise beware of your hippocampus]

Helpless. Kong Shucheng could only bite the bullet and click "Receive Task".

[The task has been claimed, please refuel, host.] If the mission fails, the system will deduct the host's existing credits and consider whether to find the next host at its discretion.

Kong Shucheng: "........."

At this moment, for some reason, all that echoes in his mind is "Song of Crossing the Easy Water".

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold,

The strong man is gone, and he will never return.

.........