I think the squad leader has silently clicked one hundred and eight likes in his heart for this good work partner at this time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is the usual trick of the workplace veterans? This sentence popped up in my heart.

The secretary of the regiment paused, for the sake of fairness. We take the way of recommendation, each person writes one person, or you can recommend yourself to write yourself, and in the end, whoever has the most votes, we will determine whom.

The more Zhou Hangyue looked at me with a weird smile, I felt that something was wrong. He's definitely going to write about me.

Just in case, I wrote down Zhou Hangyue, one to the other.

The time came to reveal the answer, and without exception, I was ahead of everyone by three votes, which was really a beep.

The other two votes don't need to think about it, they are Yang Qi and He Ming.

The squad leader looked at the blackboard with a little excitement and said: Hao Zehao, three votes passed.

Because many people pay blank tickets. The purpose is to make the squad leader unable to get off the stage, but I don't know that they are tired. I hit it by mistake.

When I heard my name, I chuckled in my heart, and instantly blood poured into my brain, and my face was flushed.

I trembled and walked up to the podium, and the squad leader patted me on the shoulder and said: The speech is handed over to you, the subject matter is novel but self-proposed. Okay, let's go home and sleep.

Everyone left in a swarm. Everyone has a laughing hook because they have more time to play games and sleep, and whoever gets into trouble is unlucky.

I really forgot to tell it. At the end of Zhou Hangyue's walk, he patted me on the shoulder and said: Come on!

When I stepped off the podium, I realized that I had been tricked, and there was no chance of refusal or justification. can only be led by the nose by others.

Back in the dormitory, He Ming and Yang Qi are playing games by themselves, and the villains in the picture sometimes run and sometimes flash. I sat in my chair, biting my pen and pondering the subject matter of the speech.

They dragged me into the pit, but they left me out of it. I'm angry and ridiculous at myself.

It was fast to the beginning of December. There is not much time left until the speech. But I'm still confused, for me who has never given a speech, I don't know much about what a speech is, let alone what to write.

Puzzled, I was forced to knock on the door of the squad leader's dormitory, and it happened that he was also playing a game, and like He Ming and them, they were all small people jumping up and down.

Seeing me coming, he said while operating the villain: Hao Zehao, have you finished your speech? I'm going to report the question to the teacher tomorrow.

I said in a hurry: I don't know what to write yet? I'll come over and ask you if there are any specific requirements.

No, just write what you're good at, just a thought.

I let out a groan and exited the class leader's dormitory.

It seems that nothing came out of the trip.

When I returned to my dormitory, I saw the book I had just borrowed from the library, lying upright on my desk, and Cixi on the cover was sitting with her eyes straight ahead. I picked up "The Complete Biography of Cixi" and thought about it.

Fortunately, I started with Cixi, and the title was prepared "On Cixi, Looking at China's Centennial Development Process"

On a whim, I actually told Cixi's life and discernment. From how Cixi went from choosing a concubine to sitting on the queen mother, from a shy lady to a power-hungry woman, she dominated the world ruled by men, and controlled the lifeblood of the Qing Dynasty for nearly half a century. Then to the Nanchang Uprising, Sun Yat-sen wanted to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and establish the Republic of China, but finally because he wanted to completely end China's more than 2,000 years of feudal dynasty, forced Pu Yi to abdicate, and made a deal with Yuan Shikai, and was forced to give the Republic of China to Yuan Shikai. With such impassioned chapters and stories, how can people not write some feelings after reading to praise them. In the end, due to the limited space, the rest of the story was not written.

I thought it was enough, but that movement was the Patriotic Salvation Movement of University Students that took place on December 9, 1935. It was 14 years later than the founding of the Republic of China. Little did I know that this was the end of being unheard.

In less than two hours, a first draft was completed.

The squad leader didn't even look at it, so he said: 666, there's nothing wrong.

I took it for granted that there was nothing wrong with it.