"Teacher Zhou, thank you for your concern, but I still insist on my decision and let the two of you run for nothing," Zhengji also knew that Zhou Qingmei was thinking about him, but he had his own ideas. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Alas, in that case, we won't be strong, but this is our business card, if you change your mind, please call us, the door of the Conservatory of Music/School of Drama will always be open to you", the two people standing next to them saw Masaki's firm attitude, sighed helplessly, and handed the business card to Masaki, with a look of pity, as if seeing a genius who missed and chose the wrong path.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the classroom was also reactivated, and many people whispered, "Zhengji is really good, two famous schools came for him in person, and even more so, he was rejected at the same time!"

"Special admission, free tuition, and guaranteed research, if it were me, I would have forgotten my name happily, I think those two schools are really good"

"Central University of Finance and Economics, the score line over the years is above 60%, and he doesn't come to class very much, can he go to the University of Finance and Economics with his grades?"

Similar conversations were going on among many students, but Masaki was still firm in his ideas, and firmly filled in the code of the University of Finance and Economics on the volunteer form, and the dust settled.

"All classes in the third year of high school, starting from the first class, gather on the playground in an orderly manner to take graduation photos!" At this moment, the voice of the teaching director came from the loudspeaker on the campus, interrupting the atmosphere in the classroom.

So, surrounded by Zhou Qingmei, the students of the first class walked towards the playground with laughter and laughter, and the rest of the classes also gathered towards the playground in a similar way.

"Where's Masaki? he should be here today," a tall girl in a school uniform asked curiously, standing on tiptoe, looking at the rows of teams in the playground.

"Isn't that! the tallest man in the middle of the crowd, ah! he looked at me! he smiled at me!" the girl from the other class shouted with her hands on her chest, looking in the direction of the first class and her companions with excitement on her face.

Zheng Xiaotong was also behind the two girls, watching her cousin smile at herself, and waved her hand from afar, returning a big smile.

Similarly, in the playground, the eyes of almost every class of students shifted their eyes the moment the class appeared, searching, probing, and finally gathered on the body of Masaki who was surrounded in the middle of the group, or excited, or happy, or jealous, and different expressions appeared on the faces of people with different moods.

"Senior, look here! Senior, don't leave us!" On the playground, not only the junior high school students, but also the first and second high school students, also stood on the edge of the playground, watching the annual ceremony of the third year of high school, and focused more attention on the high-profile team.

"Hey, isn't it a break today? Why didn't the first and second years of high school have a holiday?" Zhou Qingmei looked at the freshman and sophomore students wearing school uniforms standing on the playground, and asked the students around her in surprise.

It was Fan Zhe who was criticized for writing songs some time ago, and when he heard Zhou Qingmei's words, he subconsciously glanced at Zhengji behind him, and his eyes showed a look of envy, and said: "It's a holiday, but I heard that it's because of Zhengji's classmates, because today is the graduation day, so most of the students in the first and second years of high school came spontaneously in order to see Zhengji's classmates again."

Zhou Qingmei also glanced at Zhengji, her face was abrupt, and she nodded: "I see."

Walking in it, Zhengji, felt the eyes gathered around him, showed a smile, and waved his hand to the surrounding juniors, causing greater cheers, and a group of students around Zhengji also raised their chests with honor and grace, and having such a classmate as Zhengji was their greatest luck in the past three years.

"The first class will take pictures, Teacher Zhou, you sit in the middle, next to the principal", the teaching director wore glasses, his face was no longer the serious expression of the past, and said to Zhou Qingmei with a smile, taking her hand and letting her sit in the first row, next to her, it was Principal Liu.

"Come on, come on, you also come, sit on the other side of the principal, everyone stands consciously according to their height!"

"I'm tall, so it's easy to block my view when I sit in the front, so let's stand in the back," Masaki glanced at his classmates in the second row, shook his head and hesitated.

"Zhengji boy, come here quickly, don't you look down on my old man", Principal Liu shouted loudly when he saw Zhengji's hesitation.

Masaki scratched the tip of his nose, since it was the old principal, then he didn't shirk it, nodded and sat next to the principal.

"Come, everyone, stand up, I'll shout one, two, three, everyone shout eggplant!" After everyone stood up, the cameraman shouted to the group of teachers and students who were posing with a smile on his face in the crowd of the whole playground.

"Eggplant!" accompanied by a burst of light, "click", all the people in the third class of Xincheng No. 2 High School are forever retained in the photo, everyone's expression is with a sincere smile, bright as a flower, but also represents the beautiful and infinitely lingering three years finally came to an end, a few years later, maybe someone will turn out this photo from the collection, to their friends or children to tell the scene at that time, tell the legend of political discipline.

"I'm really reluctant to let you go, Zhengji! This time I went out, but I fought for the face of the school, the Golden Melody Award, or both places, and my face as the principal also has light!"

"I will always remember my alma mater, and I will come back to see you often," Masaki said with a feeling of looking at the grass and trees on campus.

"Come back, you probably won't see me here, I'm almost sixty this year, after the end of this year, probably I will go back to retire, it's time to give up this position to young people", Principal Liu's eyes were also complicated with nostalgia and reluctance.

"You're retiring?" Masaki was slightly stunned.

"If you want to retreat, you don't have so much energy, and the future depends on you young people," Principal Liu patted Zhengji on the shoulder.

"Masaki-san, excuse me", at this moment, a voice came from behind the two, but it was a female student who looked like a student union who was also in her third year of high school and looked at Masaki with shining eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"Principal Liu, Zhengji, I am Zheng Yun, the class president of the third class, I have a reluctant request, I want to invite Zhengji to also participate in the graduation photos of our class, we all want to take graduation photos with Zhengji, please agree to our request", the girl looked at Zhengji sincerely, pointed to the third class that was queuing on the side and said, while looking at Zhengji expectantly.

"And we have four shifts,"

"Class 5 also wants to invite Zhengji classmates,"

Unexpectedly, after the girls finished speaking, several more students came over and looked at Masaki expectantly.

"This ......" Zhengji was a little hesitant, after all, it was the graduation photos of each class, and he didn't know if it was appropriate for someone who didn't belong to someone else's class to participate.

"Zhengji boy, since everyone wants you to take a group photo, I think you can go, after all, this is probably the last time you will get together on campus, I didn't expect you to enjoy my treatment once," Principal Liu also spoke at this moment, Zhengji no longer shirked, nodded and agreed.

Far away, seeing the political discipline nodded, and then the political discipline who came under the leadership of the class leader, the rest of the classes made earth-shattering cheers at the same time, and everyone hugged the political discipline and stood in the center of the shooting, accompanied by pressing the shutter, one class after another, the political discipline turned out to be like a mascot, and every class in the third year of high school took a group photo, at this moment in the hearts of the rest of the classes, the political discipline is no longer simply the honor of a class, but also the pride of the whole grade and the whole school.

After taking photos, as usual, the last school assembly was held, and the whole grade of the third year of high school also stood in the playground for the last time, this time, everyone listened carefully to the speech of Principal Liu on the rostrum, because they knew that perhaps this would be the last time they heard Principal Liu's speech in their lives, so everyone listened very seriously, no longer felt bored, and cherished every minute and second of this last.

For each of you, whether you are good or bad, whether you are high or low in this college entrance examination, as the principal, I think you can stand here at this moment, everyone is successful, you are worthy of yourself, perhaps, you have a broader world, a more wonderful life, and my life, these 20 years, here sent away batch after batch of students, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun and the moon alternate, sometimes, I even feel that my life is only three years, only these many more than three years of cycles, watching you from admission, to the second year of high school, and then to the third year of high school, until you have come to this day, watching you grow up day by day, day by day, day by day, my heart is proud of everyone......" Principal Liu spoke emotionally on the podium, word by word, all from the bottom of his heart, he does feel like this, engaged in this industry, sometimes I really feel that life is just an endless three-year cycle.

The white clouds on the horizon drifted obliquely, in President Liu's speech, time passed unconsciously, I don't know when, the spring rain dripped down, the oblique but not big raindrops infiltrated the earth, infiltrated everyone's heart, and added a little sadness and reluctance to this moment.