At half past one in the afternoon, halfway up the East Maple Mountain, there is a small public toilet, which is rarely visited, and the surrounding area is bamboo forests and maple trees.

In a quiet bamboo forest nearby, the figures of two students hugged each other.

"Well, Zijian, don't, hmm......" Wang Yun's pure beautiful eyes were watery, blurry and shy, and he seemed to be enjoying it, but he was a little scared, and he wanted to refuse and welcome.

"I love you, Yun!" Yang Zijian kissed her delicate cherry lips deeply, his left hand wrapped around his waist, but his right hand rubbed her round buttocks and strong elastic long legs, he was ten centimeters shorter than Wang Yun, but it was more convenient to satisfy his "claws of Lushan".

Wang Yun was afraid that the struggle would hurt his wounds, but he bowed down and let him be light.

The autumn wind blows, the reed leaves, bamboo leaves and maple leaves are rattling, the surrounding is shrubs, there is only a detour down the mountain, a man looks at the wind, and all the students are now in the playground and classroom at the foot of the mountain to prepare for the afternoon race.

Yang Zijian's life is getting more and more moisturized day by day. Since Wang Yun was injured by a knife, the intimacy between them has skyrocketed, Wang Yun let go of him, when no one is around, Yang Zijian can kiss her pretty face, touch her waist and long legs, but the bottom line is not to touch the "three points", otherwise she will dodge immediately.

However, Yang Zijian is already very satisfied, such a youth is colorful and full of fun.

Office of the Students' Union.

This is an old-style office converted from a warehouse, the area is very large, there is no cubicle, six desks for the organization department, the propaganda department, the cultural and sports department and other departments, the student union cadres are also helping each other to string posts, today is the school sports meeting, the cultural and sports department is in charge, all the "ministers" have to listen to the minister of culture and sports, including the deputy minister of the propaganda department Lan Xue.

The Propaganda Department is responsible for the school magazine "Taoli Yuan" of No. 1 Middle School. The school magazine of No. 1 Middle School is not famous because it is not distinctive, students don't like to read the routine essays in it, and the school leaders don't pay much attention to it, and the editorial department is naturally not motivated, sometimes once a month, sometimes every two months, and many students don't even know that such a school magazine exists.

This issue of the "Sports Day Album" was completely decided by the secretary of the Youth League Committee, and the funds were allocated to ask for special features, which made it difficult for the students of the editorial department.

Lan Xue and the other three high school student cadres were nervously looking at a large number of students' contributions, the forty-five classes in the school, the head teacher has arranged the task of writing manuscripts, and the first and second places in his class are written as newsletters, but so many projects, so many champions and runners-up, the content is inevitably similar in a large area, it is nothing more than a certain student who usually comes and goes in the wind and rain, works hard, surpasses one competitor after another in the competition, and wins the championship.

"The newsletters are all well written, but there is nothing new in the content and structure, as if they were taught by the same teacher." The propaganda minister at the head of the middle branch sighed, "The secretary of the Youth League wants us to do the same thing as "Oak Tree", so that everyone likes to read it, has collection value, and can even let the Youth Daily and educational newspapers use a few articles...... How is this possible, just Yang Zijian's 'editor-in-chief's short story', the school magazine can't be written like this. ”

A short-haired sophomore girl said: "It's true, many readers are patient to read the content because they read the short story of 'cherish your high school life'." But we are a school magazine, and we should emphasize collectivism and have less personal feelings, unless there are positive and inspirational stories. ”

Lan Xue picked up a poem manuscript and said: "This is written by Hu Jiqi, Mr. Cui's protégé, I think it can be used as a cover poem-

Hope beckons to you on the field

Work hard and don't give up because it's hard

If it is a seed, there is a green hope

If it's a flower, there's a golden dream

Run, all the shouts are for you

Give youth a sincere promise

Give the class a burst of passionate singing

Get involved, Nanjian No. 1 Middle School cheers for you

You are the pride of our eternal faith

You dance with youth

Add a beautiful scenery to the campus! ”

The propaganda minister touched his chin and said: "This poem is really exciting, Hu Jiqi is the leader of the poetry group of "Oak Tree", and his level is good, but don't you think this is too ordinary, right?" Last year's cover also featured an uplifting poem, but I've forgotten the content of the poem. ”

A sophomore girl nodded and said, "Yes, poetry is like a dream, and the dream wakes up without a trace." But Yang Zijian's little story, I still remember it vividly, why don't we ask Yang Zijian to write us a little story too? ”

The minister looked at Lan Xue, now Lan Xue and Yang Zijian are "living together", they are fellow villagers, and there have been scandals, so the relationship should be good.

Yang Zijian had promised to help Lan Xue come up with ideas, and Lan Xue patted her little chest confidently and said, "No problem." ”

Just do it, Lan Xue ran to the classroom of Class 2 of the first year of high school, and just when she was about to ask her classmates, she saw Wang Yun coming in through the back door.

Wang Yun looked at Lan Xue and said unexpectedly: "Aren't you in charge of the promotion of the Games, how can you have time to run here?" ”

Lan Xue asked, "What about Yang Zijian?" ”

Wang Wangyun's face was hot, and he looked towards the front door, and sure enough, Yang Zijian came in ten seconds late, and greeted Lin Yi at the same table, Xie Xiaoqin at the front table, Lin Xun, Qian Li and others at the back table, and then glanced at Zhang Jin who was doing the exercises, and grinned at Lan Xue on the side of the podium, sat in his seat suddenly, and did not ask why Lan Xue appeared here, he is still reminiscing about the charming style just now, reminiscing about the fluttering happiness.

Lan Xue walked to the second table of the third group, dragged a stool from the right, sat on Yang Zijian's side and said, "Zijian, didn't you promise to help me run the school magazine?" ”

"Huh?" Yang Zijian said suddenly, "This matter is not in a hurry, didn't I ask a professional videographer to take pictures, and I will know when the time comes." ”

"You're perfunctory to me at all," Lan Xue patted the table and said, "Since the beginning of the game, I haven't seen you contribute, Yang Zijian, don't go too far, I'm ...... That dance is all with you! ”

"What dance?" Lin Yi and the others turned around together.

"A ballroom dance for the evening, of course!" Lan Xue is also used to seeing big scenes, and she raised her pretty face and looked at the ceiling, disdainful.

Yang Zijian was in a cold sweat, blaming himself for not being firm in his will, dancing a veneer dance with Lan Xue, and being caught with pigtails, if she said this thing quickly, the consequences would be troublesome, he quickly explained: "Lan Xue, you have to know that your school magazine was originally hopeless, because it was the official article of the student version, ordinary students don't like to read it at all, even if it is a sports meeting work, there will be no readers." ”

Lan Xue said with a gloomy face: "That's why I have to think of a way." ”

Yang Zijian hurriedly said: "I have already thought about it, the album of the sports meeting can only use the way of sports pictorial, with pictures and texts, sturdy boys, slender girls, healthy and agile heroic posture on the field, shooting the temperament of a sports star, with words, to ensure that everyone likes to watch it." ”

Lan Xue's eyes lit up, and she slapped her palm and praised: "Yes, in fact, what everyone loves to watch is not the words of friendship and victory, but the demeanor of the athletes on the field, they are the stars of the games!" ”

Yang Zijian smiled and said, "It's better to have a few more color plates." ”