Minutes and seconds passed.

8:50.

Mireen still hasn't arrived.

Long Yu was not in a hurry in his heart, since Mi Lin had promised him to return to school, he would definitely do it. The 'girl chasing the wind' last night left an extremely deep impression on his heart.

Maybe Mi Lin has already arrived at school, but she hasn't been here for half a year, and she has a lot of unknown fears and hesitations in her heart, and for a while, she doesn't dare to enter the classroom - Long Yu is waiting for Mi Lin to overcome it by herself, she believes that Mi Lin has the courage!

"Teacher Long, we all understand the eight-character class rules you said, and we agree very much, but why don't you write them out to impress everyone." Zhao Jiayao spoke loudly at this time, her eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she glanced at Zheng Xuewei and smiled.

The second daughter discussed it last night, and this teacher Long introduced himself on the first day of school, and wrote two strings of numbers on the blackboard, plus he showed such a powerful computer technology last night, and the second daughter suddenly came to a conclusion, generally people with good computers write very ugly!

Feeling the expectant eyes of the whole class at this moment, Long Yu smiled, picked up a piece of chalk and cut it off, turned around, and wrote the first class rule he had set on the blackboard.

In the same boat! Don't give up!

The eight words seemed to have a magical charm that completely attracted the attention of the whole class, and at this moment, Zhao Jiayao was dumbfounded!

The moment Long Yu wrote the first word, she already felt a complete sense of defeat.

The eight words on the blackboard can only be described as gorgeous for the whole class.

Every word seems to contain a unique meaning, which is deeply imprinted in the mind of every student.

Long Yu turned around in a dashing manner, threw the chalk into the box, then raised his head, squinted and smiled, "Students, don't provoke Teacher Long's strengths in the future!" ”

Strengths!

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but ache faintly.

Looking at Long Yu's eyes, his eyes were full of grievances.

Who wants to challenge your strengths? But who knows which is your weakness!

At this moment, an illusion appeared in the eyes of the students of the Ninth Five-Year Venerable Class - Teacher Long in front of him seemed to be water on one side and fire on the other, reflecting each other and exuding powerful energy-Yadi was simply invulnerable! ――

Outside the classroom, the "Athletes' March" resounded throughout the school, and it was never clear when it was the beginning and when it would end. The familiar and uplifting melody reverberates loudly in every corner of the campus, on the sports field, and almost all classes at all levels are ready.

Facing the wind, under the early morning sun, the students of each class held their heads high, their hands on their legs, and looked at the school leaders who had begun to take their seats on the rostrum above.

The teacher behind them, like an officer standing guard, which student dared to make any disturbance, was immediately swept back by a fierce gaze!

The [thirty-five] class of the third year of high school is still empty!

Not a single student arrived.

Qin Yixue's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and she glanced at the time, "It's almost fifty-five minutes, where are all the people?" Even that guy Long Yu didn't come! That's child's play. ”

Qin Yixue couldn't help but glance up and frowned, "Even if people can't come, they can't be all gone!" ”

However, in the face of this situation, Qin Yixue had no choice.

Glancing at the rostrum, the school was already making final preparations, and the opening ceremony was about to start in five minutes.

Qin Yixue hesitated, turned around and walked a few steps, and finally stopped, shook her head lightly, and did not pass.

Leave it to fate!

At this moment, Qin Yixue is definitely not the only one who is anxious and nervous, but also Luo Youcheng who is sitting on the side of the rostrum!

He also noticed that there was not a single student in the [thirty-five] class of the third year of high school, and he was secretly anxious in his heart, this was making a fuss in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, which is probably a bit difficult to explain!

Luo Youcheng could only pray silently that the other leaders hadn't noticed-

However, it backfired, and at this time, a man of the same age as Luo Youcheng who was sitting next to Luo Youcheng glanced in that direction, and his brows immediately furrowed, "Why is there still a class that hasn't arrived?" ”

The voice was so loud that it was heard by the school leaders on the entire rostrum.

Looking over, at this moment, Mr. Pan Yong, the principal of Shenglan Middle School, who was sitting in the center of the rostrum, suddenly sank, "Which level is that, which class?" ”

Luo Youcheng secretly complained in his heart.

The person next to him couldn't wait to speak, "I know, it's the third year of high school [thirty-five] class again, this class is getting more and more chaotic, it's just disrespectful, and even the most important opening ceremony, not a single student is present, it's too unusual!" It must be rectified and rectified. ”

Luo Youcheng snorted secretly in his heart, the person next to him was named Li Qianxi, who was also the director of the third level of teaching, and his position was equivalent to his own. There has always been a competitive relationship between the two, and there is also a division of labor between them, with Li Qianxi focusing on managing classes 1 to 20, while Luo Youcheng is responsible for classes 21 to 35.

finally seized an opportunity, Li Qianxi naturally did not let go, and immediately lashed out in front of the leaders.

"High school junior [thirty-five]?" Principal Pan Yong's brows furrowed.

"Oh yes, the head teacher of this class." Li Qianxi stood up at this time, walked very actively in the direction of the position of the [thirty-fifth] class of the third year of high school, and asked in a righteous voice.

"Teacher Long doesn't seem to have come either." One of the teachers replied.

"What?" Li Qianxi was even more angry, "It's too unusual! It's not like that! After the opening ceremony, let him come to my office! ”

8:57 a.m.!

Eight words came out of the Ninth Five-Year Honorable Class - help each other in the same boat, never give up!

At this time, a figure happened to step into the corridor.

Her long hair has been cut off in half, and she wears a white T-shirt and carries a school bag.

Those eight words came into Mi Lin's ears, as if they contained a summoning power.

The only hesitation on Mireen's face swept away, and she mustered up her courage and strode resolutely to the end of the hallway.

Perhaps he heard the sound of footsteps, and the Ninety-Five Venerable Class fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were on the direction of the door.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the familiar face appeared in the eyes of the students.

Mi Lin stood in the doorway, carrying her schoolbag in her hand, looking at her classmates.

There was a moment of silence.

Slap-smack-smack!

The applause rang out, and soon, it spread straight up, sweeping the sky of the entire Ninety-Five Venerable Class.

It shook like thunder.

Mi Lin's eyes involuntarily flashed with a hint of crystal, and she bowed deeply to her classmates.

"Welcome back, Mireen."

Long Yu stepped down from the podium and stood in front of Mi Lin.

"Thank you, Mr. Long." Mi Lin looked at Long Yu.

At this moment, the students in the class seemed to be aware.

"It turned out that Mr. Long went to find Mi Lin!"

Suddenly, a pair of eyes stared at the dragon feather, which contained several degrees of complexity.

"Alright, everyone is here." Long Yu clapped his palm, motioned for Mi Lin to return to his seat, and glanced at the time again, Long Yu looked at everyone with a smile, "Now there are less than two minutes before the official start of the school ceremony, students, what do you think?" ”

The class was silent for a second.

"Students, rush!" Tang Ganghao stood up first, directly lifted the stool with one hand, and his voice sounded high.

"Rush!"

Guo Chengtian also stood up immediately.

The class mobilized in an instant.

One by one, figures stood up, picked up stools, and swarmed out in the direction of the classroom door.

The action is incredibly fast.

Soon, like a torrent, it rushed down the staircase and rushed in the direction of the sports field.

"Xia Xiang, I'll help you get your stool." In the fast running, Zheng Xuewei was not a taekwondo master, holding her own stool with one hand, and directly taking the stool in Xia Xiang's hand with the other hand, and shouted at Tang Ganghao in front of her at the same time, "Gangzi, you still don't help Jingjing move the stool." ”

Tang Ganghao's face turned red subconsciously, but he still mustered up his courage!

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the boys also moved, and one by one took the initiative to ask for help to move the stools for the girls around them.

Together, never give up!

With a gust of wind, these eight words lingered in the sky of this group of students full of youthful atmosphere.

Less than a minute to go!

Building A is far away from the sports field, and it takes more than five minutes to walk, and at this moment, the class of the Ninth Five-Year is running!

They all had a smile on their faces, a joy that came from the heart.

Not for anything else, run wantonly, youth without regrets!

Long Yu followed behind the students all the way, and when he saw this scene, his face couldn't help but show a smile of relief.

He grew fond of this class of students.

In adolescence, rebellion is not a sin.

They are like a boat surfing the sea, enjoying themselves and ignoring their own direction. And at this time, as long as there is a captain who is guiding them in a good direction, then they can face the hurricane, not afraid of a qiē, and sail to the other side of happiness.

Long Yu, willing to be the captain of this ship!

"Run! Ninety-five! Long Yu's voice resounded behind many students, shaking the sky, and at this moment, the athletes' march that was lingering on the campus had stopped, and in the campus, another neat voice was raised high-

"Run! Ninety-five! ”

The whole class shouted, and rushed to the playground -

There were only thirty seconds left until nine o'clock.

The entire stadium has fallen silent, and everyone is waiting for the opening ceremony.

In front of the [thirty-five] class of the third year of high school, Qin Yixue stood quietly, and at this moment, she no longer had any hope in her heart. She was already thinking about how to deal with this matter after the opening ceremony.

I don't know why, after experiencing Mi Lin's incident last night, at this moment, Qin Yixue couldn't afford to have the slightest idea of expelling Long Yu from Shenglan Middle School.

A gust of wind blew, and it was filled with the breath of youth.

Run, Ninety-Five!

Qin Yixue looked sideways-

In the wind, a group of students rushed here!

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[Someone asked what [Athletes' March] was, and I can only describe it like this: it is such a song, when I was in school, I vomited when I listened to it, and after many years, I cried when I listened to it. 】