The most important thing on the first day of school is to get to know each other, and get to know key people such as teachers and school leaders.

The teachers and school leaders are naturally introduced on the PPT, remember that the face is, Mr. Quan finished in 2 minutes, and the focus is on the introduction between students. Wen Xi and Zhang Fang and other classmates were assigned to logistics training for various reasons within a few days of military training, and they almost couldn't get together with the regular army, so there were still some students who didn't know each other, which required self-introduction.

Moon Hee is the class president, and the student number is also ranked first, so it stands to reason that he is the first person to start introducing himself. Fortunately, Teacher Quan has already focused on introducing the members of the class committee when he introduced them, otherwise Wen Xi is not clear except how old he is this year and what specialties he has;

After the introduction of about 30 students, half of the class has passed.

Because most of the parents of the students present could not afford to offend Teacher Quan, some strange positions were created by Teacher Quan.

The seats in the classrooms are arranged in 6 vertical rows and 7 horizontal rows, and the seats near the back door are vacant. Teacher Quan thought clearly when arranging the seats, whether it is a vertical or horizontal row, there is at least one class cadre, and then each vertical row selects a group leader to be responsible for memorizing texts and collecting homework, and the class representative is also selected one for each vertical row; and then there are various study groups, interest groups, and in the end, each student has a large or small official position.

For example, if you want to make a blackboard painting in the new semester, you will be handled by the head of the class, the cultural and entertainment committee and the members of the calligraphy and painting team. Wen Xi specially asked everyone to stay and have a small meeting after school, subdividing the tasks of data collection, layout design, painting, writing, and buying materials into individuals, and determine the plan today and tomorrow, and buy materials on the third day, that is, on the weekend, and draw the first draft next Monday and Tuesday, and strive to complete the task before next Friday.

It's not that Wen Xi wants to play the prestige of the class leader, but when the meeting is held, the young classmates are all arguing, and they don't know what they need to do. Wen Xi can only take responsibility for the sake of worry, and after the responsibilities are clear, the entertainment committee should be able to handle other things.

After the group meeting, Wen Xi waited for Zhang Fang and his classmates to finish cleaning, wash the mop, and take out the garbage before locking the door, which was already eleven o'clock in the East Eighth District time.

"Wenxi, is your mother going to work? Shall we go out for some food?" Zhang Fang's index finger and thumb lengthened, gesticulating a hamburger gesture.

"No, I'm going to go to the cafeteria to have a look, do you want to go together?" Wen Xi is not very concerned about interpersonal relationships, but the white-bearded old man threatens with his life, so it is better to make a friend or two, Zhang Fang is the first choice. It was Wenxi who originally rejected Zhang Fang's invitation, but later felt too indifferent, so he added the last sentence.

"It's okay, we will all have to mix in the canteen in the future, and it is necessary to go to find out the enemy situation first. Zhang Fang buckled his chin, the word "mixed" was learned by him from his cousin, and he knew it from spy war movies.

Wen Xi doesn't really want to eat the big pot rice in the cafeteria, except for the army, there are really few chefs who can make a good big pot dish. Wen Xi just wants to see how many points the system gives to the dishes in the cafeteria, if it is 4 points, it can last for a while, if it is 2 points or 3 points, then he has to think about his life and think about what to do next.

As expected, the meals in the cafeteria are only 3 points, and even the best-selling dish is 3 points↑, which is a bit hanging, and Wen Xi seems to be able to see when he has diarrhea and a rash on his face.

"It doesn't smell very good, Wenxi, are we still eating in the cafeteria?" Zhang Fang took a deep breath and almost choked. It's not that the food made in the cafeteria can't be eaten at all, but the taste is too strong, and the flavors of more than a dozen dishes overlap, so fragrant that the nose can't stand it, and the appetite is gone.

"No, let's go back, didn't you say that Auntie would come to pick you up?" Wen Xi avoided the plates in the hands of the lunch army and left the cafeteria with Hot Wheels under his feet.

"It's also said that even if you eat here, you won't be able to eat enough. Wen Xi, how will we live in the future, it is said that if you don't eat, you won't be tall!" Zhang Fang drooped his shoulders and decided to think to his mother after he went home, maybe he could let his mother solve it?

"Have enough to eat at home in the morning and evening? I don't know if the school will let you bring food. Wen Xi picked at the small pimple on his chin, he ate too much and miscellaneous the day before yesterday, and he was a little angry.

"Good idea, but will you get fat if you eat too much dinner?" My dad said that pigs can only grow so much meat when they eat and sleep, and sleep and eat!" Zhang Fang looked at Wen Xi's appearance very literary, and he also raised his chin to look at the sky at forty-five degrees, and sure enough, several little girls who walked by looked back at them!

"It's okay, you're hungry and thin at noon, and you can't get fat. It was rare for Wen Xi to make a joke, but Zhang Fang took it seriously.

So at the Zhang family's dinner table, when Zhang Fang, who had eaten a bowl of soup and a bowl of rice at noon, wanted to eat a full dinner, the bowl in his hand was taken away by Zhang's father.

"Mom! You see that your husband won't let me eat enough! I'm still growing up, and I dreamed that I flew up last night!" Zhang Fang aggrievedly complained to Zhang's mother about his father's bad behavior, and he would be hungry at noon tomorrow, and he couldn't wait to stuff two more bowls of rice when he thought about it.

"Eat less and cherish blessings, you've been burping since you finished eating at noon. Zhang's father took off the chopsticks from Zhang Fang's hand again, pressed them on Zhang Fang's stomach, and saw his son pouting and looking like he wanted to vomit before sparing him.

"It's almost full, still eating?"

"Don't eat, don't eat!" Zhang Fang hurriedly shook his head while holding his stomach, afraid that Dad Zhang would press it again, so he honestly wiped his mouth clean and followed Dad Zhang to start walking a hundred steps after eating.

"I don't eat it. Wen Xi put down the chopsticks, today Fu's mother specially cooked the soup before going out to work, and when she got home from work, the soup was already boiling to the fire. At dinner the day before yesterday, Fu's mother saw that Xixi had drunk several bowls of soup, thinking that she liked to drink soup, so she went to buy vegetables yesterday and prepared them all morning, and did not stew this pot of soup until the evening.

"Drink a little more?" Fu's mother put another small spoonful of soup into Wen Xi's bowl, and then watched her son slowly finish it with a smile. This kid, I don't know who he looks like, it's so awkward to eat what he likes.

"I really don't eat it, or I'll have to get up at night. Wen Xi drank the last bowl of soup and put the chopsticks sideways on the bowl, Fu's mother hadn't finished eating yet, so she couldn't put the chopsticks off.

"Okay, then I won't eat it. Hee-hee, tell your mother, do you like your new school, and do your classmates get along?"

"It's fine. ”

"Teacher Quan called you today to praise you, saying that your classmates and parents are very satisfied with you as a class leader, and you are very good at leadership in speaking and doing things. Our class leader has grown up and knows how to assign tasks!"

"It's ok. Mom, eat. Wen Xi hadn't heard her parents' nagging for decades, and she couldn't get used to it for a while, so she could only point to the meal that didn't have much heat and ask Fu's mother to stop first.

"Okay, good, eat, I don't know if your grandfather taught you, why do we still pay attention to food and sleep at home?"

"Eat. ”

“^”

“…… Good. ”