Teacher Wang counted the number of people with sharp eyes and was ready to go, Ma Teng trotted into the iron gate, and saw that the team of his class had run in his direction, he was about to sneak into the team, Teacher Wang immediately pointed at him and said, "Stand in the corner!"

Scared that the whole class didn't dare to speak, Ma Teng suffered, it was early self-study after running exercises, the classmates were reading aloud, but Ma Teng was cleaning the details, and it was still a week, when Ma Teng dragged Luo Xiaoyu with a mop, she accidentally rubbed her little white shoes black. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luo Xiaoyu looked down at her little white sneakers, which were not good-looking, and it was even more ugly to make a lump of black, she pouted in disgust and raised her head, Ma Teng looked at Luo Xiaoyu with melancholy eyes, the melancholy prince, and then looked at Ma Teng burly, calm, steady, deep, and tall......

Luo Xiaoyu's words for describing men, Ma Teng was the type she liked in her previous life, and so was Yuan Wei, she immediately withdrew her little affection for Ma Teng, Ma Teng smiled apologetically and continued to clean.

In the evening self-study, Teacher Wang asked Ma Teng to sit at the lectern again, which is a position that everyone envies, which classmate makes small movements and writes them down, and which classmate talks to the opposite sex and writes them down. , The students below were stared at by those sad eyes all the time, and lowered their heads embarrassedly, Luo Xiaoyu wanted to laugh, did the head teacher slap a date? I don't know if Ma Teng eats this set, because at this time Ma Teng's hat is crooked, a little bohemian.

Long Jianbing is not like this, his clothes, pants and hats are very neat, he has no mind to study now, how does he think that Ma Teng's eyes have been staring at Luo Xiaoyu? Ready to stretch his neck to see what is going on around Luo Xiaoyu, Ma Teng suddenly looked at him at 90 degrees, Long Jianbing immediately knocked the tip of the pen upwards on the table to think and meditate: X+y=?

On the day of the New Year's Day party, each class had to organize activities, and Luo Xiaoyu's words were taken by the head teacher, Mr. Wang, and asked her and the other two classmates to come to the board newspaper early. It just so happened that Tang Yuping was very good at painting beauties in ancient costumes, Luo Xiaoyu wanted to write an ancient poem, of course, it was definitely not 'Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms', 'The clothes and belts gradually widened and I will never regret it' or something.

She wrote Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day", one side of the blackboard went down to earth, and the other side of the firecrackers and fireworks bloomed......

Thinking of Mr. Wang who came out of the feudal society, Luo Xiaoyu didn't dare to think about it, this kind of typography is already very avant-garde, or let Mr. Wang worry less, Mr. Wang is happy, the class is happy, Mr. Wang is strong, and Mr. Wang is angry, and the class suffers......

On the eve of the Spring Games, the first (1) class received the task of the school - to set up a waist drum team, when the small waist drum was placed in front of Luo Xiaoyu's eyes, she touched the waist drum that accompanied her for four years in her previous life, the fiery red waist, the fiery red belt, with the rhythm of the gong, they danced wildly, and they were the most dazzling in the honor guard at that time......

The annual sports meeting also attracts a lot of people from outside, parents, unemployed young people and even 'Ah Fei', their whistles are heard outside the white line, and the school leaders don't care, let them mess around.

Don't be tall boys in the waist drum team, like Ma Teng, Long Jianbing can't go, Li Jiaojian is in a hurry in the training team, just started to play drums in place, the drum beat is always "Dong Ba Dong Ba, Dong Dong Ba Dong Ba", seemingly simple drum beat, but the drum hammer should be sandwiched between the little finger and the big finger, every time I use the time after school in the afternoon to train, a few days after a few days some students have swollen hands can not write.

Long Jianbing was very worried, but now the head teacher is too strict, she and Luo Xiaoyu have no chance to talk, they haven't spoken for a long time, right?

Huang Cailian was still worried about this, Long Dingwen thought that he was like this when he was young, he raised his forehead and thought: When his son is developed, he should tell him about physiological phenomena, the children of the Long family have experienced it like this, the earliest army building, Jianwu, Jianping, and now Jianbing, and ...... He looked at the group of children who were about to grow up, and touched his stubble.

Luo Xiaoyu has not touched her waist drum for decades since she walked out of the school gate, and now her hands are also very painful, and she can't write, but thinking that the sports meeting will start immediately, and wanting to see how enthusiastic the students are about triple jumps and long-distance runners, Luo Xiaoyu endured the pain until the sports meeting began.

Teacher Wang was worried about holding the registration form, she looked at the strong boys and sighed in her heart? Why can everyone only report three? This time, their class must be compared with the second class, no, she looked at the students in the class again, Long Jianbing reported the triple jump, and there are 100 meters, 200 meters, the girls all reported short steps, long jump grenade shot put javelin no one reported.

She picked up the registration form again and looked at it, Luo Xiaoyu only reported one shot put, I heard that her father was from the Ministry of Armed Forces, she must be good at these, she picked up the pen and added javelins and grenades to Luo Xiaoyu's column.

The sports meeting began, the first (1) class of junior high school held a sign is Ma Teng, followed by tall male classmates, very handsome, but unfortunately there are too few people, the main force is all on the waist drum team, the female students in the waist drum team are dressed in satin, the top is pink and the button is small, the lower body is in bloomers, the male classmates are white shirts, bloomers, and the boys were originally required to tie white sheep's belly handkerchiefs, but they were collectively opposed, and this time the head teacher democratically followed everyone's wishes.

"Knock Knock Knock!"

"Bang bang!"

Drums were beating, colorful flags were fluttering, and students walked into the venue with vigorous and neat steps.

The sky is blue, the white clouds are drifting, and the white runway is printed on the spacious playground, like white silk, to the navigation mark, guiding the students to stride forward.

At the end of the opening ceremony, Luo Xiaoyu sat on the bench of her class and squinted at the sun in the sky, raised the drum hammer and shook it in the air, the red ribbon on her face was soft, and the students of the first (1) class of junior high school today dared to speak boldly to the opposite sex, because it was related to the interests of the class, and they had to cheer for the athletes present.

"Luo Xiaoyu, have you applied for three projects?" Long Jianbing went to talk to Luo Xiaoyu as soon as the opening ceremony ended.

"What? No, there's just a shot put. Luo Xiaoyu wondered that her father put taught her to take the second place every time she didn't take the first, but now that she is in junior high school, she doesn't know what the situation is.

Long Jianbing didn't believe it a little, but he knew that Luo Xiaoyu was the laziest in the sports meeting, except for a shot put, he dozed off the rest of the time, and when everyone else was shouting and cheering on the track, Luo Xiaoyu lay quietly on the stool and fell asleep.