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In the laughter of everyone, Xu Yi walked to the podium. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This sudden move made everyone's attention focus on him, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and on the podium, Zhou Zhizhong's eyes flashed with a smug look, which was exactly what he wanted.

In front of the vice principal, he justifiably kicked him!

There was a gloomy sneer in his heart, but on the surface, Zhou Zhizhong still pretended to be angry after being stunned, and asked coldly, "What's your problem?" The words reveal the majesty of being provoked.

"What is he going to do?"

"Who knows?"

"Teacher Zhou is angry, why does Xu Yi still walk to the podium?"

"I'm grass, I don't think I want to have a seizure in public."

"Paralyzed, it looks like this."

The noise was everywhere, Kong Chen couldn't sit still, and rushed up to grab Xu Yi, but he was still a step too late, Xu Yi had already got the spare microphone, turned on the switch, and said in an extremely smooth voice, "I'm a wayward child." ”

In a word, everyone was stupid, showing a look like thunder, and Kong Chen, who had not yet sat down on his ass, almost sat on the ground.

Karma?

What do you mean?

This is the rhythm of admitting mistakes!

I'll go, admit your mistake but admit it offstage, why do you want to run to the stage? Why did you shoot so loudly in front of the vice principal, isn't this an open slap on the back of Lao Zhou?

Even Hao He, who has always been the best at dealing with teachers, showed envy, jealousy and hatred for Xu Yi on stage: why didn't he think of it!

And just when everyone was scorched by Xu Yi's words, only the vice principal sitting in the listening group smiled and nodded in his heart, "Not bad, although you make mistakes, you can improve a lot by knowing your mistakes!" And it is on such an occasion that it can be seen that this child's courage is commendable, and this video must be cut into a promotional video to promote school education. ”

On the stage, Xu Yi continued, "I hope, I am a child who sleeps in a dream, I hope, I am a child who flies freely, I hope, I am a child in a fairy tale"

"I didn't realize my dream, but I wanted to burn the blueprint of my dream without leaving a trace, I couldn't move forward, but I turned back. A lot of the time, we're headstrong kids, and we all have that clumsy freedom, eyes that don't shed tears. ”

"Perhaps, I am a spoiled child by my mother, I am willful."

"I hope that every moment is as beautiful as a colored pencil, and I hope that I can write on my beloved white paper, write clumsy freedom, write down an eye that will never shed tears"

"A piece of sky, a piece of feathers and leaves that belong to the sky, a pale green night and apples."

"I want to write about the morning, about the smile that the dew can see, about the youngest love without pain, about imagining my lover, who has never seen clouds, whose eyes are the color of the clear sky, who always looks at me, never, looks, and never turns her head away."

"I want to write about distant landscapes, about clear horizons and waves, about many happy streams, about hills that are covered with a faint fur, and I keep them close together, so that they fall in love, and let every acquiescence, every quiet spring excitement, become the birthday of a little flower."

"I still want to write about the future, I haven't seen her, and I can't be, but knowing that she is beautiful, I write about her autumn trench coat, write about those burning candles and maple leaves, and write about many hearts that are extinguished because I love her."

"Write about weddings, about the holidays that wake up early -- with cellglass candy wrappers and illustrations of northern fairy tales."

"I am a wayward child, I want to paint away all misfortunes, I want to use my pen to make all eyes accustomed to darkness accustomed to light, I want to write about the wind, I want to write about a mountain that is higher than the other, I want to write about the aspirations of the peoples of the East, I want to write about the sea, the sound of boundless pleasure."

"Finally, in the corner of the paper, I want to write about myself, about a koala who sits in the dark jungle of Victoria, sitting on a quiet branch and in a daze, he has no home, no heart left far away, he has only, many, many, berry-like dreams, and big, big eyes."

The air was quiet, and so was the atmosphere.

The large classroom, which had been tense, softened.

The bell rang for the end of class, but no one left, everyone stared intently at Xu Yi on the stage, and even the students who liked to make noise the most on weekdays were attracted and listened to it with fascination.

This poem is Gu Cheng's "I am a wayward child", the whole poem is in the pursuit of purity, harmony, no contradictions, and another world that makes people happy, but this poem was revised when I read it, in the original poem, Gu Cheng did not be able to complete his dream, Gu Cheng gave up, but he didn't!

Recalling the past life, looking forward to this life, Xu Yi was full of emotion, and in the last paragraph, he read affectionately, "I am a child, a child spoiled by a fantasy mother, I am willful, so many dreams, so many hopes, we are all willful children, perhaps, not as happy as imagined, but also so precious, so simple, so willful youth." ”

"Dreams are destined to be lonely trips, doubts and ridicule are indispensable on the road, but so what, even if you are covered with bruises, you have to live beautifully, I am Xu Yi, I speak for the online article."

Xu Yi stood in the center of the podium and looked at the teachers and classmates in the audience firmly and calmly.

What if the world says about me?

Even if you look down on online articles, what about them?

It's okay to laugh at me, just accuse me, but I tell you, I, Xu Yi, want to be a man who is a god of online literature!

Silent!

The atmosphere that had just eased was pushed to the edge of coldness again by Xu Yi's words.

Even the fool reacted after listening to Xu Yi's last words, what kind of compromise is this? What is this called sycophancy, this is clearly a provocation, okay, what do you call me to endorse the online article?

Don't you know that the school doesn't allow you to read online articles?

Now you even say that online articles are your dreams?

Is your dream to go against school?

The vice principal's face couldn't be hung up, he originally thought that this was going to give the school a long face, but who knew that he was slapped in the end, and the most important thing is that there are teachers from other schools today, okay, you kid, you dare to be wild here, and deliberately smear our Zhaohui Middle School, right?

There is such a person in the world, if what you do is not in line with his wishes or expectations, then you are wrong, and everything you do next is wrong, and he will correct you to highlight his superiority.

"What's your name?" The Vice Chancellor stood up.

Of course, he could have called the office to reprimand Xu Yi, but he didn't want to do it for a simple reason: he wanted to make an example of the monkeys, and he wanted everyone to know that this school was not a place for them to mess around as much as they wanted!

"Yes."

Before Xu Yi could open his mouth, Hao He spoke first, with a gloating smile on his face.

The vice principal stepped forward and raised his hand like lightning.

Syllable!

A loud slap was slapped on Xu Yi's face, and the force of the slap was very heavy, and when he landed, the face that was pumped was swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his teeth broke the corners of his lips, bleeding.

He crossed his waist and pointed at Xu Yi, "Don't come tomorrow, Teacher Zhou, this, call his parents, don't let him come in the future." Turning around, he said viciously to all the students, "Whoever wants to be like him in the future can not use it, Zhaohui is more than one of you, and less of you is not much." ”

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ps: The monthly income is thirty-four yuan two, and the number of pirate-to-book chasers is twice that of the genuine version, sorry everyone, I have to guard against it, if you take this book off the shelves because of this, I won't blame you. Thank you for your company. (To be continued.) )