Huai'an Fuzhong's loss to Pingqiao No. 2 Middle School is not unacceptable, after all, Jiang Shuiyuan has also learned the strong combat effectiveness of that group of women's army. The key is that Pingqiao No. 2 Middle School, who was born in a broken country in the countryside, can get the database of Jinling University, but Pu Xiaoxiang, who is famous in Huai'an Mansion and has eyes and hands, is deflated, which is full of strangeness!

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Sanyo High School deliberately leaked strategic weapons to Pingqiao No. 2 Middle School, in order to achieve a surprise victory and kill the biggest favorite to win the championship in advance. But then there was a sudden increase in the number of participating teams this year, and it was stipulated that only the first place in the group stage could qualify. And all of this happened in more than a week when Jiang Shuiyuan went to the capital.

One of those things happened, so to speak, unexpectedly.

The two accidentally got together, so to speak, by coincidence.

So many accidents come together one by one, which shows that things are definitely not as simple as imagined!

Jiang Shuiyuan is not a conspiracy theorist, but that doesn't mean he can be fooled by these little tricks.

Wu Zichen saw Jiang Shuiyuan's brows frowning slightly, and hurriedly took over the conversation: "The organizing committee is also not famous, last year it was the top two in the group, and this year it has become only the first place.

Jiang Shuiyuan ignored him, but encouraged everyone: "Even if only the first place can qualify? Could it be that Pingqiao No. 2 Middle School is now sure that they can qualify? I don't think it may be! From ancient times to the present, there have not been too many cases of winning first and then losing, capsizing in the gutter, and no one dares to say that he is the winner until the last moment. We don't care what happens to Hirahashi No. 2, but we have to give it our all in the next games. When we encounter opportunities, we firmly grasp them, and if we don't have opportunities, we can be worthy of them!"

Gao He tried to cheer up his spirits, waved his fist and said: "Xiang Yu won a hundred battles, and finally lost and died; Ladies and gentlemen, we want to be Liu Bang!"

"We want to be Liu Bang!" Qian Zhongmin, Chu Taisong and others also waved their fists and shouted in response.

Then Jiang Shuiyuan heard Wu Zichen muttering behind him, "Maybe we are Xiang Yu?"

Jiang Shuiyuan glared at him headed: "If we are Xiang Yu, you will wait to apologize for your crimes!"

"Okay, if the boss is defeated, the younger brother will definitely sacrifice his life to accompany him!" After speaking, Wu Zichen pinched his voice and sang: "The Han soldiers have been slighted, and they are embattled with singing. The king is exhausted, how can the concubine talk about life!"

Jiang Shuiyuan and Pu Xiaoxiang shouted in unison: "Get out!"

Wu Zichen smiled, and waited for everyone to disperse before coming over again: "Boss, we are brothers, I'll just say some things directly, this time we will definitely have no fun in the difficult selection of Chinese studies! At present, everyone is purely hoping that Pingqiao No. 2 Middle School will make mistakes, regardless of whether the opponent will create opportunities for us, even if we create opportunities, what if we survive the group stage? There will be a round of knockout rounds later, and if we don't pay attention to it, we will fail." Even if you finally get through it in the end, it's just a reward at the provincial level, don't you lack such a trivial reward, boss?"

Jiang Shuiyuan looked at him and didn't speak.

Wu Zichen continued: "Okay, after winning the provincial competition, you can also participate in the provincial competition. But with the current situation of one god leading four pits, how far do you think you can go? It is considered the top of the sky to be able to keep the Class A team! Rather than this, it is better to do something else, not to mention participating in the provincial chemistry Olympiad, just write a book and take a photo album, and earn hundreds of thousands. Why spend so much time doing useless work?"

Jiang Shuiyuan replied coldly: "Responsibility, understand?"

"Of course I understand the responsibility! You are the president, thanks to the seniors and sisters, carrying the hope of the whole company, you have the responsibility and obligation to lead everyone to go higher and farther, and it is best to win the championship of the whole government, the province and even the national competition, so that all members of the club are honored. Isn't that right? The key question is, is this realistic?" It is estimated that these words have been held in Wu Zichen's heart for a long time, "Our Chinese Studies Lecture Club is naturally weak, but any student who has a little foundation in Chinese studies and wants to achieve something in the difficulty of Chinese studies will choose the first middle school, after all, people are using the strength of the whole school to engage in the difficulty of Chinese studies, what about our school? Grandma doesn't love what uncle doesn't love, it's completely self-fending and free-range, how can it compare with others?"

"Then our society should be disbanded on the spot now?"

Wu Zichen said with a hippie smile: "That's not it! As a hobby, it is also quite beneficial to physical and mental health, not to mention that we don't still have a wise and martial president like you, the boss? If we want to turn over, in addition to a few more presidents like you, the boss, we also have to see if other people give you any strength, after all, it is difficult to make a forest alone. Therefore, I think that instead of participating in these hopeless competitions in vain, it is better to calm down and cultivate everyone's foundation of Chinese culture for the next year!"

Jiang Shuiyuan sneered and said: "You are speaking lightly! If the results of the selection competition are not good, the society will not be able to recruit good seedlings in the next school year; if you can't recruit good seedlings, the results of the next selection competition will definitely be even worse, and so on and so on. If you can't break this cycle, how good is your foundation in Chinese studies? Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do in the competition?"

Wu Zichen nodded convincingly: "I see, I said, boss, why do you attach so much importance to a prefecture-level competition!

Jiang Shuiyuan interrupted Wu Zichen's turning point: "Nothing is just! As a member of the Chinese Studies Lecture Society, I don't expect you to play much role at this critical moment, but don't hold me back!"

"Look at what you said, Boss. Since I have entered the door of the Kodansha of Chinese Studies, I am a member of the society in life and a dead person in the society when I die, and I must do my best to die. That's the biggest trampling on my personality and conscience!" Wu Zi patted his chest and said, "Boss, don't worry, I'll leave the matter of finding out the news next, and I will definitely find out the mobile phone number of the other player's crush's mother!"

After speaking, he seemed to have received a holy decree, and went out with his eyes high. Before going out, he threw Pu Xiaoxiang a helpless look.

Pu Xiaoxiang didn't care too much, and walked over with a graceful demeanor: "To say that the former president of our Chinese Studies Kodansha really has a vision, he actually thought of passing on the position to you, who is talented and responsible!"

"You're going to be a lobbyist too?"

Pu Xiaoxiang smiled and shook his head: "How is it possible! Who am I, of course whatever you do, I will support it unconditionally." ”

Is this the earthy translation of "Husband Singing and Wife Following"? Jiang Shuiyuan is still very happy that Pu Xiaoxiang can support him: "Then the cheerleading matter, please leave it to you!"

"What you do, you can do what you want!"

For example, after tossing in classes and clubs for a day, and waiting for the evening self-study, Jiang Shuiyuan and Han Yun went back together. As soon as they met, Han Yun yawned loudly. Perhaps because he often stayed up late, his face was black and yellow, and there were a few red pimples on it, and his previously black and shiny hair had also become dull and dull, and he couldn't see the demeanor of Bancao back then.

Jiang Shuiyuan was a little worried: "Xiao Yunzi, although you are young and have a good waist, you can't sing songs every night! You have to pay attention to moderation!"

"If you have a good waist, you can naturally do whatever you want!" Han Yun smiled stiffly, and immediately sighed: "No way, there is no throne and hundreds of millions of assets to inherit in the family, and there is no smart head like you, what else can you do if you want to go to a better university?"

"Then you have to combine work and rest, don't use too much force. ”

"Hmm. ”

"As far as my personal feeling is concerned, although the content of high school is gradually detached from the surface and begins to enter the abstract stage, there are not many knowledge points, the key is to grasp the class for 45 minutes, and then pay attention to the cross-combination and flexible application of each knowledge point. The tactics of staying up late and asking questions have a certain usefulness, but they are not the deciding factor. You have to make the trade-offs!"

"Thank you, monkey!"

"Then you sit down, go home and sleep in the special car and set off now!"

"I really want to get a good night's sleep!"

Jiang Shuiyuan felt that Han Yun's tone was a little low, turned his head sideways, and found that Han Yun was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he concentrated on riding the bicycle and didn't say more. And on this issue, he is not good at saying too much, so as not to make others feel uncomfortable.

When I got home, my father Jiang Youzhi was correcting my homework, and my mother Chen Fangyi was playing sweaters while watching TV. Although there are various styles of sweaters all over the street, Chen Fangyi always feels that the sweater she wears is the warmest.

Seeing Jiang Shuiyuan coming back, Chen Fangyi hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to serve him food: "Are you hungry? Are you tired? Your father made you sweet and sour pork ribs, and steamed chopped pepper fish heads, you can eat more!"

"I'll serve it! I'll serve it!" Jiang Shuiyuan hurriedly dropped his schoolbag and took the dishes and chopsticks from his mother's hand.

Dad's craftsmanship is really speechless, it's just a kitchen god who has been delayed by the teaching profession. Jiang Shuiyuan was eating on his head, Jiang Youzhi suddenly raised his head and asked, "I seem to remember that you won the first prize in the Quanfu Chemistry Olympiad, when will you go to participate in the semi-finals?"

"Uh......" Jiang Shuiyuan was suddenly attacked, thinking for a few seconds with the time of spitting fish bones, and finally decided to tell the truth, "I have recently been preparing to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition, as well as the Chinese Studies Difficult Competition, and I have to make up for the classes I missed when I went to the capital a while ago, and I can't get out of my head, I'm afraid I don't have time to participate in the semi-finals." ”

Jiang You put down the pen directly: "Don't have time? Or do you have an opinion about Dad?"

"No problem at all! I really don't have time. - Also, why do you think that I don't go to the competition because I have an opinion about you?" Jiang Shuiyuan thought that his father's thinking was simply strange.

Jiang You said angrily: "If you are also a chemistry teacher, you have participated in the Biology Olympiad and the Mathematics Olympiad, and at the end of the day, you have to give up chemistry, and you don't have an opinion about me, so what is it? If you know, you will say that you are busy and can't get out; if you don't know, you still think that your father and I have no way to teach, and even my own son can't teach well! How do you say that I will be able to hold my head up in front of my colleagues in the future? How can I still teach students?"

Jiang Shuiyuan blinked: Huh, why didn't I think of this stubble?