Among the vast number of students in Chenbo No. 6 Middle School, there has been a widespread saying that there are more than four out of six, and there are more fees, more sweeping, more activities, and more running.

That's right, very right, exactly right. This is the well-known "four more mode" of dust waves, only one of the six.

In the morning, with the bell of "Teacher, you have worked hard" at the end of the second class, the recess exercise time has arrived.

And the second class is a class by math teacher Xue Bujin. The old teacher with Mediterranean hairstyles continued to talk as if he hadn't heard the recess march on the radio. Obviously, his classmates in the freshman class who are familiar with him know that he will delay the class for at least five minutes.

At this time, except for two people in the class, everyone else was looking at the air, outside the door, and out of the window. And these two people, one of them is Ma Menglong, who is falling asleep on the table, and the other is Bai Chun, a good student who is staring at other people's textbooks.

Seeing the various disgusting attitudes and behaviors of this group of angry people in the first class of high school at this time, you can know that the bell after class does not necessarily bring the gospel, and it often causes secondary nerves.

The characteristic of a certain natural disaster that causes concurrency or other natural disasters that arise from this time is called the chain occurrence of natural disasters. The current situation can be described as almost "chain-based".

Xue Bujin...... Can't learn!

Five painful minutes. The old teacher Xue Bujin seemed to have finally realized something, to be precise, the march happened to stop and forced him to stop, he pretended to be very decisive, quickly and forcefully closed the textbook and lesson plan, and said loudly: "Class! ”

His seemingly categorical words suddenly made the students feel relieved and relaxed, and there was a kind of passionate passion, just like the impassioned rhythm of the title "The Sunny Avenue for the Liberation of Mankind" in the history textbook for the first time.

So, inspired by this spiritual power, the friends ran to the front and rear classroom doors like animals that had just been released from the pigpen. Even, some classmates simply jumped out of the window.

Fortunately, it was just a window jump, not a building.

By the time the students of the first class of high school rushed to the playground, the students from other classes in the school had already lined up and were ready to do exercises. The other classes all looked at the freshman class with strange eyes, which was really shy. it! I haven't seen a good student of the Young Pioneers.

It's depressing.

Then, a white and chubby physical education teacher named Zhu Lihuan, who was in charge of supervision, grabbed a wireless microphone.

Zhu Lihuan first pretended to "hey, hey, hey" a few words into the microphone, and then confirmed that it was useful, and then said loudly: "All stand up!" ”

After a few seconds, Zhu Lihuan: "Take a break." ”

Look to the right...... Keeping up with the ...... All kinds of alignment.

After Zhu Lihuan was silent for a few seconds, he said, "Prepare to do the exercise." ”

…… As the rhythm of the national middle school students' radio gymnastics sounded, nearly 2,000 middle school students in Chenbo No. 6 Middle School began to wave lazily, just like the vegetable seller who held cucumbers, yams, and carrots in the vegetable market to attract customers.

However, there are no cute and mentally handicapped elementary school students on the playground, because the playground is the broadcast gymnastics of the junior high school and the high school, referred to as the middle school students doing exercises. As for the elementary school students who play with mud and throw everywhere, go while playing!

Well, after a few minutes of painless waving, this damn fuck is finally over: wasting your little friend's precious time playing with your phone?

The students consciously began to gather in the middle, and there was no need for Brother Zhu, the physical education teacher in charge of supervision, to give orders, which was the great power of conditioned reflexes formed over time.

Zhu Lihuan stood on the cement flagstand, a slightly short and fat figure forming a towering posture. Zhu Lihuan pretended to look down seriously, and suddenly said: "Lizheng!" ”

Then, of course, it was the very characteristic running of the sixth middle school, with dozens of classes running in a line around the campus. This is one of the four out of six, and the school calls it "running exercises": strengthening the body and exercising the will.

The real situation is actually that a large number of people are desperately running forward, the people in the back are picking up the heels of the people in front and eating the dust of the people in front of them, and the people in front are biting the tails of the people behind them and eating the dust of the people behind them after going in a circle.

This situation is particularly prominent in the playground, because the playground of Chenbo No. 6 Middle School is not paved with a plastic runway, and the "school grass" on it has been forcibly cleaned up by the school, so the playground is full of sand. The rest of the campus is mostly covered with cement. So, the classes that run on the playground are the ones that eat the most dust.

…… After a long time, the cursed running drill finally came to an end, and the students gathered together in despair. Then, on the hated flag, a certain school leader actually appeared. Obviously, this suit and leather shoes who suddenly showed his face inevitably had to make a tirade to his classmates. Torture, torture...... To crash the rhythm.

By the halfway point of the third period in the morning, the damn recess exercise was finally over. With the chubby Zhu Lihuan's sentence of "disband", the classmates felt like a spring breeze in an instant, and everyone suddenly realized that Brother Zhu's figure was so tall and burly, and his voice was so beautiful and charming.

Scattered in a hurry. Bai Chun gradually returned to the classroom with the crowd running and struggling, pushing forward and squeezing. Return to your seat.

As Bai Chun expected, sure enough, the third class could not be carried out. After the class teacher Kang Shaohua arrived, he simply said that he was going to self-study, and there were only twenty minutes before the end of class. So, Bai Chun found English books and workbooks to study and practice by himself, and he thought that in his hands, the compulsory one and compulsory two or two months could be solved.

To be honest, in Bai Chun's opinion, the English textbook of the Renjiao version is too rubbish, except for the useful word list at the back, the other content is dispensable. The cross-arrangement and confusion of the content of the units is a major feature, and the fact that most of the texts are written by the authors rather than by the works of English writers is another feature.

In fact, in the middle and late stages of high school, many English teachers tend to deal with English textbooks in order to ensure the progress of teaching, and often only talk about the words and the theme text of each unit, and they obviously ignore the other content as irrelevant.

Time flew by like water, and soon the third class of the morning was over. Time flew by like water, and soon, the fourth class of the morning was coming to an end.

In the face of the strong resistance and behavior of the students in the first class of high school, the teacher of the certain class finally chose to compromise, and he resisted the urge to drag the class. Then, the friends were as excited as the serfs of the former Tibet, who had just been liberated. Then, he rushed to the cafeteria to eat.

Bai Chun: Hmph, I won't be so vulgar! A group of rice buckets have wood! Have a tasteful rhythm!

In the quiet afternoon, the sunset grass and trees walk alone. In the past, it was like an old song, and I listened to it over and over again.

Bai Chun walked leisurely on the path between schools, listening to children's songs on his mobile phone, and was in a brainless loop.