Then, there are the two positions of cashier and clerk.

Yang Zijian said solemnly: "Whether a community is formal or not, the most important one: whether the finances are standardized and healthy. I think Zhang Yimin's affairs are too heavy, and this financial should be done by experienced and cautious students, otherwise the more funds, the more complicated the income and expenditure, and the easier it is to make trouble. ”

Teacher Lin and Teacher Cui both nodded, they were actually hands-off shopkeepers at home, and they were most afraid of housekeepers.

Wang Yun thinks that what Yang Zijian said is right, but he is a little confused, and the students do not have professional accountants, who can manage the cashier?

Yang Zijian said: "I suggest that Zhang Jin be in charge of the cashier, she is the best at math, and her mother is a cashier, she has studied since she was a child, and has been responsible for the family's financial expenditures. ”

Cui You reciprocated, and immediately laughed and said: "Let the champion of the first year of high school be the cashier, this is a big deal." Zhang Jin, this girl is steady and delicate, I raised my hands in agreement. ”

Wang Yun subconsciously shouted, "I don't agree." But for a moment I couldn't think of a reason to oppose it.

Judging from Yang Zijian's recommendation of Zhang Jin, it shows that they have already discussed, which is very fatal, they were originally known as the "Condor Couple" in the class, Zhang Jin is the beast version of the master "Little Dragon Girl", and Yang Zijian is the beautiful version of the apprentice "Xiao Yang Guo" - when Wang Yun first heard this nickname, he laughed for a whole hour, and his intestines were about to cramp with laughter, but it also showed that the relationship between the two was getting closer and closer.

Her father told her early on that the most important thing in any unit organization is personnel power and financial power, as long as you grasp these two powers, you can seize everything!

Seeing everyone looking at her, Wang Yun said in a hurry: "Zhang Jin is the pride of our class, the pride of our age, and the pride of our No. 1 middle school. ”

Teacher Lin and Teacher Cui felt a pang in their hearts, indeed, if Zhang Jin's grades regressed, the section chief, the principal and the head teacher Li Min would definitely not give up.

Wang Yun said with a compassionate expression: "We can't be too selfish, let Zhang Jin take such a big risk for the sake of the literary club!" ”

Of course, Yang Zijian scoffed, but he knew that Zhang Jin had mastered all the knowledge of the first year of high school, and now he began to read the textbooks of the second year of high school, for her, the knowledge of high school classrooms was too simple, and she wanted to combine work and rest, such as tomorrow's sports, she reported to the sports committee member Tang Weiquan for long jump, shot put, 100-meter sprint, basketball and other events.

Therefore, Yang Zijian explained: "As a member of the study committee, Zhang Jin is very friendly to her classmates, and has been selflessly helping me with tutoring, and I can pat my chest to ensure that her grades will not drop." Because she has finished reading the textbook of the first year of high school and has mastered all the knowledge. Now she's starting to combine work and rest, doing hands-on activities, and avoiding becoming an exam machine and a nerd. Therefore, we should help her, believe in her, cherish her, and give her this opportunity! ”

Teacher Cui nodded again and again: "Yang Zijian is right, moreover, I looked at Zhang Jin's grades in all disciplines, mathematics, physics, chemistry, British and political history, etc., and compared her Chinese, she is actually the worst in Chinese, let her be a cashier in the literary club, and immerse herself in this literary atmosphere, which is very helpful to her composition." ”

"Right!" Teacher Lin thought for a while, and said with a relieved smile, "Zhang Jin is too quiet and arrogant, this is not good, she will really become a nerd in the future, she should be encouraged to communicate more with her classmates, encourage her to participate more in social practice, and travel more...... Okay, I agreed! ”

Wang Yun squinted at the dangerous eyes, like a steel knife, and swept towards Yang Zijian, eager to cut him with a thousand knives.

Yang Zijian hurriedly pretended to be sick and pitiful, coughing while looking at Wang Yun pitifully, but Wang Yun was still angry.

And Wang Yun also thought that there was a blue snow tiger behind Yang Zijian, so he was even more annoyed.

Teacher Lin went out to announce the list of groups, and then there was cheers in the conference hall, of course, there were also those who were lost, such as Meng Yun. As for Zhang Yimin, Hu Jiqi, Lin Yi, Zhang Jin and others, they were full of spirits, surrounded by a bunch of students, who just wanted to join the editorial group or the newsletter group.

Wang Yun sat in the small living room, she was the most disappointed today, because her favorite poetry group was occupied by Teacher Cui and his students, and the most important cashier position was occupied by her rival Zhang Jin, she now only has a quarter of the personnel rights, and Yang Zijian obviously turned his arm outward, not wholeheartedly on her side, which made her very uncomfortable.

It was almost 2 o'clock in class, and the members left the conference hall one after another, and Mr. Lin and Mr. Cui also hurried to prepare for class.

Wang Yun stood alone in front of the window, looking at the autumn wind and autumn rain, lost, confused, sad, and lovely.

Yang Zijian felt a slight pain in his heart, understood her psychology, walked to her side gently, leaned on her fragrant shoulder and said, "Yun, why did you start the Literature Club in the first place?" ”

Wang Yun leisurely recalled: "At the beginning, I just wanted to build a poetry and literature club, and the origin of the oak tree was the great poet Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", and then make some friends with similar interests. It's just that I didn't expect to meet a monster like you, an ordinary literary club, has become a student publication that may affect the whole city, not only Mr. Lin supports it, but even the principal, newspaper editor, and Youth League Committee support it. ”

Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Zijian gently put his right hand around her fragrant shoulder, and asked, "Yun, what is the goal of the Literature Club?" ”

Wang Yun was a little dazed and thoughtful: "Because of the occasional prosperity, it has become a good talk for the ages." Being able to leave the footprints of our struggles in No. 1 Middle School can give some encouragement to the younger students in the future, make our high school more meaningful, and make our lives more fulfilling! ”

Yang Zijian hugged him a little tighter and said affectionately: "Yun, who are you?" ”

"I'm Wang Yun."

"Yes, you are Wang Yun, the founder and helmsman of the Literary Society. There is no perfect person in this world, and there is no perfect thing, you can only be yourself. As long as it is conducive to the development of the literary society, you should dare to accept it, instead of finding all kinds of excuses to resist and escape, otherwise, the literary society will fall into chaos and stagnation because of some of your mistakes. ”

After Wang Yun's analysis of the famous "Three Questions of Philosophy", her thoughts were immediately clear, Huo Ran was cheerful, she nodded, with tears, and asked particularly pitifully: "Zijian, can I do it okay?" ”

Yang Zijian said sincerely: "It's already very good, I like this Wang Yun very much." ”

Wang Yun smiled lightly with tears, like a rose stained with dew, she turned around, put her left hand on Yang Zijian's shoulder, and stretched out her right hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Yang Zijian understood, clasped his right hand, wrapped his left hand around her elastic waist, and then took a light step and danced in the small living room with Wang Yun.

The rain gradually became lighter, and a few plates of impatiens and cockscombs on the balcony, white and red, bright and dazzling, made people intoxicated.