After about a week of fine weather, it began to drizzle, and the rain was not dense and incoherent, and it fell lazily and scattered.

Liu Yunxi's mood is also like this rainy day, and she can't see the sunshine. Fortunately, I have been busy with work recently, and I have been busy one after another, and it has passed quickly.

Most classes spent their spare time rehearsing for the recitation competition with the theme of "Love My China" on October 17 (the day after tomorrow). Every day at noon, there are rehearsed students in the classrooms on each floor, and all kinds of soundtracks float out of the classrooms and merge in the corridors, turning into the most down-to-earth symphony.

Liu Yunxi is not in a hurry or impatient, she never lets students rehearse at noon, and all of them take a lunch break in the dormitory.

For the first time, Vice Colonel Gao handed over the task of writing the presiding draft of this competition to Liu Yunxi, not only asked her to write the presiding draft, but also asked her to train. Thinking of the strange tone and expression when Vice Colonel Gao gave her the task that morning, Liu Yunxi panicked, but she told Qiao Yi'an that she had to be well-behaved and obedient, and when he came back, how could she casually rush into the leader and make him worry again?

In order to ensure the quality of the activity, Director Song Shaorong did not send a text message to emphasize that this activity is directly linked to the year-end star teacher evaluation (star teacher evaluation is the most anticipated and lively thing for teachers every school year, which is divided into three levels: one star, two stars, and three stars. The prize money decreases in order, respectively: 3,000, 5,000, 10,000). As soon as this text message was sent, several teachers who had originally planned to do perfunctory things were also in full swing: organizing drafts, finalizing drafts, class pre-selection, ordering lists, and guiding exercises, which were very lively.

As usual, the contestants first go to the Political and Educational Office to draw lots to determine the order of appearance. The players in Liu Yunxi's class drew a twelve, and the position was good.

Liu Yunxi had just finalized the sample of the host's draft, and Song Shaorong informed her: Because the host was not a student in her class, the task of training the host was handed over to Song Xiaoyue. Liu Yunxi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and couldn't help but have a good impression of Song Shaorong.

After the order of the lottery of the contestants in each class was determined, Liu Yunxi's host draft was also finalized, only the list of judges and teachers was not clear, this must be stringed into the host draft in advance, and every link and every detail were arranged properly, so that Song Xiaoyue could train the host. Liu Yunxi made four trips to the political and religious office for this, and the reply was: It is not yet decided, and it will be given to her if it is confirmed. It wasn't until the night of the competition, only 5 minutes before the start of the competition, that Song Shaorong slowly gave her the list of judges, with an unfathomable expression on his face, Liu Yunxi didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly handed the list to the two presiding students and explained how they put it together.

The political instructor picked up the microphone, and the competition was about to start, and the venue was tense and quiet, just waiting for the political instructor to hand over the microphone to the host. After scanning the arena with the eyes of the political instructor, he said slowly: "In order to ensure the fairness and justice of this recitation, the previous lottery is invalid, and the contestants are invited to come to the stage to draw lots again." The audience was a sensation, and what was even more alarmed was the two poor hosts, who practiced hard more than 100 times according to the strings arranged on the previous host script, and now they have memorized them well, and suddenly re-drawed, the order was all disrupted, how to string it next!

Liu Yunxi looked at Song Xiaoyue, who was sitting in front of the seventh (8th) class phalanx, as if she hadn't heard it, as if nothing had happened. Look at the two hosts again, they are also looking at her nervously, with expressions of help. She hurriedly went to find Song Shaorong, and he said, it doesn't matter, no need to string words, just report the player's serial number. Liu Yunxi was stunned for a moment, don't use strings? So why did she write the host script?

Liu Yunxi asked the political teacher: Why do you want to draw lots again?

Political Teacher: There are teachers who work with their hands and feet to find judges privately.

Liu Yunxi suddenly realized why she was given the list only a moment before the game.

Before the competition, Song Shaorong asked Liu Yunxi to take two students to collect and check the scores to ensure that the results could be announced on the spot.

The game was carried out in an orderly and tense manner. The contestants were all well prepared and played normally, and it was really difficult to distinguish between high and low, but the judges and teachers were calm and calm, and they still rated one, two, three. In the end, the crown of the seventh-grade group fell to Liu Yunxi's class.

The strange thing is that after Vice Colonel Gao announced the list of winners, he stared at Liu Yunxi meaningfully, and similarly, after Principal Yuan Yazhu presented the awards to the first-prize students, he also stared at Liu Yunxi fiercely. At the end, Song Shaorong came over to congratulate her: "Teacher Liu, the student is good, congratulations!" But he said congratulations, but his expression was extremely inconsistent with his words, which made Liu Yunxi wonder. Song Xiaoyue was also unusual, she was very calm and natural for not getting the first table in her class this time, and what was even more rare was that she also came to congratulate her......

This time is the most special time that Liu Yunxi has felt when he has won the honor in the six years of teaching, and this is an honor, it is like a disaster.

Sure enough, the next morning, as soon as Liu Yunxi finished class, she received a call from Vice Colonel Gao, summoning her to the office. Senior Vice Colonel sat on the big swivel chair with a very stern expression, watching Liu Yunxi walk in, without any movement.

Liu Yunxi stood in front of him across the desk, facing the cold light behind his lenses, and smiled: "Vice Colonel Gao, are you looking for me?" ”

I saw the two cold lights flashing, and they came straight over: "Teacher Liu, the student in your class won the first prize in last night's competition, can you explain?" He was very heavy on the word.

"First prize? Wasn't that what the judges decided? What do I explain? Liu Yunxi was a little surprised, but she was not nervous.

"But the scores are all calculated by you with the students, and the students who are accounting are also in your class, last night a teacher complained that you cheated, you used your work to check the judges in advance, let the students' wrong scores go unchecked, and even hinted that they cheated, and Principal Yuan was very dissatisfied with last night's host and presiding draft...... "Senior Vice Colonel Zhenzhen was full of righteous indignation, and he had the intention of upholding justice and presiding over justice.

Liu Yunxi quickly recalled, pondered, and judged every word he said in his mind...... Images flashed in front of her eyes like a slideshow:

Vice Colonel Gao's strange expression when he explained the task, Song Shaorong told her that the host didn't want her to train, the political and educational staff announced a temporary re-draw, Song Shaorong's mysterious expression when he handed her the list of judges, and he said, "You don't need to string words, just report the serial number" and "You find two students to check the score", Song Xiaoyue's warm congratulations......

These images and voices are like fairy tales of a witch with teeth and claws, smiling and smiling and pounced on her with her bloody mouths, hideous and terrifying.

Liu Yunxi looked blankly at Vice Colonel Gao's two thick lips one by one, she only felt that what came out of it was not words, but a sharp sword, stabbed at her, to knock her down. No, no, not like this, not like this, she shouted loudly, but there was no sound.

"Vice Colonel Gao-" Song Shaorong broke into the door, glanced at Liu Yunxi, stepped to the desk of Senior High School in two steps, leaned forward, "Vice Colonel Gao, it's none of Teacher Liu's business, it's all me-"

"Do you, a director of political education, want to shield the teacher and take it for her?" Vice Colonel Gao interrupted him harshly.

"Topped? Schools – what to do? Song Shaorong looked at Liu Yunxi, who was standing aside, and asked cautiously.

"I want her to write a confession, to repent publicly at the teachers' meeting, to apologize to the teachers who worked hard and did not receive justice, to herself-"

"Nope! Never! Don't! Liu Yunxi on the side shouted loudly, she boldly and calmly glanced at the two people in front of her, turned around and took steady steps, and walked out calmly.

Liu Yunxi didn't go back to the office, and went downstairs directly to the small garden.

In front of Vice Colonel Gao and Song Shaorong just now, she looked calm and calm, but as soon as she walked out of the door, tears overflowed her cheeks.

The sparse raindrops drizzled lazily for hours, and at this point, perhaps tired, they all hid in the clouds. The air was damp and cold, and a gust of wind passed by, inadvertently bringing down a few fallen leaves, shaking off some water droplets, and also messing up Liu Yunxi's thoughts.

She couldn't help but wrap her coat tightly and shrink back in.