That's all it, and you can dig it back again if you have the opportunity in the future. What made Lao Yang most sad was that he didn't expect Zhang Qiuran to be Liang Siqi's daughter. Lao Yang bet on Zhang Qiuran for the top prize in this year's college entrance examination. The champion of liberal arts, with Zhang Qiuran's usual achievements, is very large. In addition, Zhang Qiuran has also won many awards, which are all magic weapons for extra points.

Yesterday, Zhang Qiuran's women's volleyball table xiàn shows that she can also add points to sports. Lao Yang was not at home when Zhang Qiuran transferred to another school, and when he came back, he scolded the academic affairs office from the director to the general clerk. If you lose a good teacher, you can dig it back, but where can you find such a good student after you lose it?

Zhang Qiuran's homeroom teacher found Lao Yang and asked him why he let Zhang Qiuran go? Zhang Qiuran's popularity in the class is very good, and now the students are disgruntled, and the work is difficult to do. Lao Yang unceremoniously said to the head teacher, you go to the academic affairs office to scold, scold fiercely, smash their desks, I support you, that's a bunch of pig heads, you don't scold them and treat them as human beings!

Ji Changhai introduced several people in front of Liang Siqi. Liang Siqi nodded with a smile and the three of them one by one, which was regarded as a greeting, neither humble nor arrogant, generous and decent.

Lao Wei and others wondered how ordinary teachers would be a little hesitant to face the highest authorities in the city's education system. Why is this Teacher Liang's reaction so flat? Well, you're a beauty. But even if you are a beauty, your future is in our hands? Don't you want to rate job titles? Don't want a raise? Don't want to split the house? Don't want to mention the position?

Looking at the puzzlement of these three people, Ji Changhai was very fascinated, and felt that Liang Siqi was giving him a long face to gain glory and save face. Ji Changhai simply told Liang Siqi the reason for the matter and the requirements of the leadership. Liang Siqi shouted to the stands: "Wu Zhen, come over for a moment." That's it, and it's not loud. In this tide of voices and singing, even the three people standing in front of her had to prick up their ears to barely hear clearly.

But it's strange here. A boy in the stands immediately jumped over. This boy is a talent, white, tall, healthy, full of sunshine and vitality.

Qi Hanming sighed in his heart, could it be that this is the child of the central leader? During the summer vacation, someone came to say hello, saying that several children of central leaders were going to school in Qilin City, and they were going to go to No. 21 Middle School. In order to lead the safety of the children, the people who came asked Qi Hanming not to spread to the outside world except for the main leaders of the 21st Middle School.

Lao Wei and Lao Yang saw that Qi Hanming's demeanor was extremely respectful to this student, although they didn't know why, but with their understanding of Qi Hanming, he would never respect a person for no reason, especially if the person being respected was still a teenage boy. So their demeanor immediately became respectful.

Wu Zhen didn't care about the attitude of the leaders, he didn't care whether he was respectful or contemptuous. He himself said to Liang Siqi respectfully: "Teacher Liang, is there something wrong with me?" Liang Siqi pointed to a few people in front of him, and said very calmly: "These leaders want the students to change their singing and singing, and this task is handed over to you." ”

Such a boy, can he do it? It's a hard thing to do! A few of us adults, or the leading cadres are very embarrassed, you, the teacher, are so simple and indifferent to the students to do it? Lao Wei helped his glasses, Lao Qi simply took off his glasses and wiped them, and wiped them again.

Lao Yang looked at Ji Changhai with resentment, he didn't understand what means Ji Changhai used to receive such a good student. Lao Yang felt that Ji Changhai was digging the corner of his No. 1 Middle School, and the source of good students should be in No. 1 Middle School. It is the established goal of the Education Commission to concentrate high-quality students to build a strong education city. Ji Changhai did this, which was an unorganized and undisciplined behavior. However, maybe it's the gold and jade that are lost on the outside? Students who have nothing to show for themselves have seen a lot. Tomorrow, the Academic Affairs Office will keep an eye on this student surnamed Wu. As long as the results of this joint examination are within 1,000, they must be poached back.

Wu Zhen asked with a smile, "What song do you want to sing?" The tone was as flat as his teacher's. The demeanor is the same as that of the teacher, there is no anxiety when the students see the leader, but they maintain the due politeness.

Three leaders, look at me, I look at you, I really can't think of what song to sing for a while. They don't have any literary cells, and they don't know anything about classic or pop songs. It's not that they don't know a single song, it's just that their brains are temporarily at a loss like a poor student facing an exam, as if there are many songs squeezed out, but none of them can come out.

Seeing that these three people didn't speak, Wu Zhen's heart suddenly rolled. He has been tossed by Zhang Qiusheng for a while, and he is used to thinking about this guy when he encounters problems. And Zhang Qiusheng's thinking is unreliable, he will come to anything, and he will do whatever is strange.

What song will these three idiots tell me to sing? Wu Zhen couldn't help but think. What "Little Widow Goes to the Grave", "Eighteen Touches" and so on will definitely not be. After all, they are leaders, and such vulgar yellow-colored songs will not be sung by the masses.

But what if they let them change to songs like "Little Cabbage"? Vulgar, vulgar, and vulgar are not touched, and they are neither reactionary nor yellow at all, but they are too miserable and do not match the environment of this arena.

Wu Zhen looked at the hot game on the field, and his mind sounded: "Little cabbage, yellow and yellow, three-year-old head, dead mother-." I, cāo, really want to sing this song, not to mention how the crowd scolds. Zhang Qiusheng must turn his head and scold me for being a psychopath. And Hanako and Yoko, I'm afraid they'll have to stop the game and come and fight with me.

It's okay, it's okay. Lao Yang thought for a while and said, "Sing that five-star red flag fluttering in the wind." What do you think? Wu Zhen didn't answer Lao Yang's later question, but turned around and left. He was afraid that Lao Yang's words would not count, and the other two leaders would regret it.

When he came to the middle ground under the stands of No. 21 Middle School, he raised his hands and pressed down, and after repeating this less than three or four times, the stands of No. 21 Middle School fell silent.

Wu Zhen didn't use a microphone, so he said to the stands: "Students, friends! It's too boring to sing a song all the time, let's change the song and cheer for the athletes on both sides on the field, okay? ”

"Okay—" all the students shouted. Wu Zhen also said: "We sing a song "Singing the Motherland", which means that the people of Qilin City love the motherland, love sports, love life, and cheer for the athletes!" Now I'll start up, and everyone will sing along: the five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, sing! Wu Zhen led the singing and beat the beat.

Yes, Wu Zhen is blindly gesturing in the air with both hands, which can only be said to be a beat, not a conductor. But Wu is a perfectionist. He thought it was too boring to make such a dry beat. It doesn't matter if you're bored, what matters is that those goods in Gao Yiyi will definitely laugh at me.

Their class would rather be deducted money than be the person in charge of the chorus, and would rather be ravaged by Zhang Qiusheng than lead the dance and singing. I'm leading the singing again, gesturing with my hands. Since tomorrow, I have been the object of ridicule, and I will never be able to turn over.

Wu Zhen rarely watched TV, and the classmates in No. 21 Middle School didn't have that time, they were too busy. There's so much to learn and so much money to make. Fortunately, the school organized students to sing this song on National Day. The music teacher at No. 21 Middle School is a half-oil basket who can only beat the beat and not conduct. More than half of the students in No. 21 Middle School are bastards, and the teacher can't hold back without two brushes.

The music teacher was so anxious that she wanted to cry. There was really no way to invite Mr. Liang out. How does Mr. Liang conduct it? Teacher Liang asked the students to pay attention to her gestures, and she said that the rhythm of the four-quarter beat is strong, weak, sub-strong, weak, and the gestures are like this. Wu Zhen recalled Liang Siqi's gesture at that time. Well, there are also gestures that are clear, to be given a little ahead of the rhythm.

The 21st Squadron was well rested, the body was greatly replenished, and every player was in peak condition. The 1st Squadron did not rest well, even worse than not resting, and was also mentally devastated and is still disturbed to this day. The strength of the two sides is finally equal. Football matches only start fairly in the second half.

In the first half, 21 was a complete passive defense. That counter-attack, as beautiful as it was, was purely accidental, and it could never be repeated. In the second half, the 21st changed tactics and adopted a real defensive counterattack, both defensive and offensive. Sun Buwu, with the cooperation of Wang Erbao and another teammate named Zhang Hui, formed a small troika. There were two shots on goal in less than five minutes, posing a great threat to the first squadron. One of the free kicks, if it weren't for Hua Hanzhou's tall bounce and good use of his head to push the ball out of bounds, he would almost have scored another goal in the 21st Middle School.

The crowd in the stands was full of joy and thunder, accompanied by the singing of "everyone knocking and knocking", as well as the sound of gongs and drums, forming a sea of passion. People cheered for every ball they got in Twenty-One, screamed for every shot in Twenty-One.

Suddenly, a majestic and loud singing voice broke through the noise of everyone, and resounded over the stadium with the strongest momentum: "The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, how loud the victory song is, singing about our dear motherland, from now on to prosperity and strength-".

The people who were singing all the people stopped talking, and after listening for a while, they immediately began to sing along. On this occasion, I have to sing anyway, only by singing can I vent the passion in my heart, and only by singing desperately can I feel that I am fighting with the team I support. Only by fighting side by side can we be qualified to enjoy the joy of victory and share the pain of defeat. This is where the psychological feeling of watching a live broadcast is different from watching a TV broadcast.

A deep and deep male voice: "Across the mountains, across the sea, across the galloping Yellow River and Yangtze River." The mellow and crisp female voice: "Our great motherland is our dear hometown-" Wu Zhen's command became more and more handy, and he completely remembered what Mr. Liang said casually at that time, and conducted a male and female duet. People are like this, when they do one thing well, they want to play tricks.