Chapter 17: Famous

All the competitions have ended, and with the athletes' march from the loudspeaker, the classes have begun to retreat in an orderly manner.

Back in class, all the students sat down. Just wait for the homeroom teacher to give an order, and then go home and start enjoying your beautiful, two-day vacation.

The homeroom teacher didn't seem to understand the mood of the students at this time, standing behind the podium, just didn't talk about the end of school. "Students, are you satisfied with the ranking of our class in the sports meeting today?"

"Not satisfied!" Although Peng Fei also answered this way with his classmates, Peng Fei felt that it was actually a kind of self-humility to deal with the teacher.

"Why are you dissatisfied? I'm very satisfied anyway. ”

The head teacher's words made Peng Fei feel a little surprised, or a little abnormal. If it is in a normal way, it is the head teacher who first said that she was dissatisfied with the ranking in this sports meeting. Then according to each person's performance, criticism and education will be carried out to correct the deficiencies; Then according to the performance of the group, a lecture is conducted. Finally, I encourage everyone to strive for a good ranking in the Autumn Games...... And now the head teacher actually said that she was satisfied with the ranking achieved by the students. This...... It's so abnormal, is it going to be a trick?

Sure enough, as Peng Fei expected, he only heard the head teacher's name: "Peng Fei." ”

Peng Fei stood up.

"Are you dissatisfied with the ranking of our class in this sports meeting? Or is there anything you are not satisfied with about your own ranking in the long-distance running event? The head teacher asked kindly.

"Because I didn't get the first place, I'm not satisfied." Peng Fei replied directly. Then be ready to be taught by the class teacher.

"Well, I'll ask you. Why didn't you get the first place? ”

"Because I stopped and went to help Zhang Lei." Peng Fei knew that the teacher would definitely use this to talk about things.

"Then why did you stop, what was in your mind at the time?" Still amiable, but the questions raised are so acute.

How to answer, Hu Biao or answer truthfully? After thinking about it for a few seconds, Peng Fei replied: "I just wanted to see if Zhang Lei was injured, but later I found out that he only had leg cramps and didn't hurt anything, so he continued to run forward." ”

"Okay, sit down." At the suggestion of the head teacher, Peng Fei sat down. But the head teacher continued: "When Peng Fei stopped to help Zhang Lei, I heard a lot of voices coming from the area of our class. But these voices all said the same sentence, that is: Leave Zhang Lei alone, run. So what I want to say is that we are a class, a whole, and each of us has to help each other and love each other, and we have to be united.

There may be many people here who think that Peng Fei is very stupid, and he could have won the first place. But I don't think he's stupid, he did a great job today. He just lost a game today and missed a first, but he won the friendship and trust of his classmates, and it was worth it!

Also, I can tell you one more thing. I don't know if you've ever had leg cramps, but I do, so I know it hurts. But it will pass in a moment. So when Zhang Lei's leg was healed, he came to me immediately. He said he could still keep running, and he insisted on finishing the remaining lap and a half. I didn't keep him playing because I think it was enough and he did his best. So I really couldn't bear to watch him keep running. ”

Peng Fei glanced at Zhang Lei behind him, and his eyes were obviously full of admiration.

And Zhang Lei sat in his seat at this time with his head down, looking at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Students, I hope you will go back and use these two days off to think about it, and then write an essay for each of you and give it to me when you come back. Some of your own experiences, some feelings, or praise for someone can be used, the topic is not limited, and the content is not limited. Alright, let's get out of school! With that, the teacher turned and left the classroom.

Peng Fei didn't expect that the head teacher not only did not lecture him, but affirmed him in his words. This made Peng Fei feel a little surprised. But what surprised him even more was that after coming back from the break, he and Zhang Lei suddenly became the whole grade, no, celebrities in the whole school.

This is also the blessing of the two geniuses in the nursery! One is the representative of the language department, and the other is Zhang Wei.

Anyway, didn't the teacher ask everyone to write an essay, because these two people's essays were quite well written, so they were posted on the school bulletin board. For a while, all the students rushed to read it, and Peng Fei and Zhang Lei became famous. Even everyone only knows who wrote the article, but they don't know who wrote the article.

As soon as the morning was over, when everyone was disbanding and resting, someone suddenly patted Peng Fei's shoulder from behind. He looked back and saw that it was the kid Wei Guo, "I said you kid, can't you not carry out this kind of surprise attack?" ”

"You know what, you're a celebrity now."

"It's all written by Zhang Wei's kid, just look at it."

"Isn't it just nonsense, I remember that there was a sentence on it: the person you reach out to help may not matter to you; The important thing is that you are holding on to your kind heart. Listen, listen, I'm going to lose my teeth, it's sore! ”

"Hahahaha, but it doesn't matter if it's sour or not, it's on the propaganda board anyway, and you can write one for me if you have the ability."

"I can't write this kind of sour text. By the way, there's another one written by someone in your class, that's just! One quit halfway because of leg cramps, and told others that although he was defeated, he was still honorable and commendable. That buddy, I didn't participate in the competition, I gave up all the first places to others, what is my spirit called, is it more noble? ”

"Hey, don't say it, that's what it means. Otherwise, I'll talk to our language representative and ask him to write an article based on you and post it on the billboard. Just take down the one that wrote me, what do you think? ”

"Pull it down, I don't want to be pointed at everywhere I go. Besides, there is no benefit. ”

"What more do you want, what do you want? You know, buddy, I'm as tired as my grandson, and when I go back, I get a notebook. ”