The next day, a major event occurred in the No. 1 Middle School of the city.

Throughout the year the session is criticized by the General Assembly.

The dean was angry, and his fat face was flushed, "You are the worst class of students I have ever seen." Undisciplined, undisciplined, playful, and unenterprising......"

The dean of instruction used more than a dozen idioms in a row.

Eight of them stood closest to the rostrum and made key criticisms.

"Who took the lead in your class?"

Wang Zhimin shrugged his shoulders and stood up without care, he raised his hand high and replied, "Teacher, it's me!" ”

The dean of education looked proud and excited when he saw that the student had made a mistake, and his anger was even greater, "You seem to be very proud?" ”

Wang Zhimin touched his head honestly, "Actually, it's okay?" ”

The dean of teaching scolded, "Do you think you are very good in class eight? Are you satisfied? You know that in this best class, you might just be at the bottom of the grade. ”

The dean of education said, "There are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, you may have been excellent before, but compared to the best people in the city, you may be much inferior." Come, tell me about your ranking in the city, and you will know that you actually have a lot of room for improvement! ”

Wang Zhimin held his chin in his hand, "I am the second in the city in the high school entrance examination!" ”

"Hmm!" The dean was visibly stunned for a moment before he continued, "Our classmates! It's young, it's impetuous, and I personally think it's better to be as calm as the teacher......"

In the end, the dean of education gave a punishment, "Everyone will be punished for copying the school rules once." ”

Everyone readily accepts, your punishment for copying is your business, as for copying or not, it depends on our mood!

After this turmoil, the freshmen of the city's No. 1 Middle School can be regarded as a smooth start to school.

There is still a big difference between junior high school and high school, as long as you learn Chinese, mathematics and English well in junior high school, and as long as you can score 75 points in the sub-subject, it is enough.

But in high school, you have to set a goal for yourself, do you want to study literature or science? Then there is a specialization in the art industry, and the foundation of the relevant subjects is laid.

Ming Han is best at physics and mathematics, so he definitely has to choose science.

But now I don't have direct classes, because new students come to school and have to do a big thing!

Military!

While handing out military uniforms, the head teacher told everyone what to pay attention to, "Be persistent, respect the instructor, and don't take pictures with the instructor......"

Everyone was so excited! How fun military training is! Everyone sang together, and if a girl fainted, they could send her to the infirmary, etc......

Wang Zhimin planned just right over there, "I'm so strong, I will definitely be a little pacesetter when the time comes." The burden of taking care of the fainting girl must have fallen on me. ”

Wang Zhimin looks like he is really strong from the physique!

But no one expected that the military training began the next day.

The instructor asked everyone to stand in a military posture, and before five minutes, Wang Zhimin held his forehead and said weakly to the instructor: "Report, I can't do it." The feeling of fainting! ”

This is the guy who desperately boasted about his physique like a cow the day before? Big brother, the girls in our class are still very lively!

Wang Zhimin stood in a military posture for five minutes, and the whole person was completely stunned all morning.

He has been sitting in the rest area to recuperate, looking like he is going to die or live.

The head teacher asked, "Are you feeling better now?" ”

Wang Zhimin lowered his head sadly and massaged his temples, "I can't do it, head teacher, I'm going to die if I stand for another minute." ”

The head teacher is also very helpless! Big brother, you have less time to stop than our principal!

This incident has become a black spot in Wang Zhimin's entire high school, and he has been ridiculed by everyone.

Although the instructor is not very strict with the students, there are still at least requirements. For example, if you stand in a military position, you will not be able to move for an hour, and you will have to follow the orders of the instructor, or you will have to run the playground.

At the end of the morning, everyone was tired and paralyzed.

"Military training is not as good as I imagined!" Wang Zhimin complained over there.

They looked at him with contempt. If you want to complain, we will complain! You've been standing for five minutes in the morning!

"After such hard training, I'm afraid I'll overdraw." Wang Zhimin continued.

There are still such brazen people in this world!

Seeing that everyone was depressed, the instructor clapped his hands, "Students, find a class to fight songs." “

Finally, there was some entertainment, and everyone was barely interested.

At this time, the first and second classes of high school took the initiative to come closer.

"Scholars, do you want to fight together!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

In the army, military songs are usually sung, but for students, the most patriotic song they can sing is "March of the Volunteers".

Therefore, their fighting songs are naturally popular songs.

A handsome guy in the second class came out, and he took the lead in singing a soda green "Little Love Song". This song is a test of timbre and singing skills, and not everyone can sing it well.

His singing drew a chorus of cheers.

The rules of the fight are simple, whoever gets the most applause is the winner.

Wang Zhimin was not to be outdone at this time, he wanted to fight.

Wu Xinhai looked at him with questioning eyes, "Brother Wang, every time you are so confident, I always feel that you will drop the chain." “

"Get out!" Wang Zhimin glared at him, "When I was in high school before, my nickname was 'Little Wang Feng'. “

Ming Han thought to himself, you also like to sing my teacher Wang Feng's songs! We are all like-minded.

"You want to have the majestic "Blooming Life"?"

Wang Zhimin gave him a blank look, "Compared with his inspirational songs, I like his rock songs that tell about life." ”

"And you're going to sing?"

"Good Night Beijing"

"Tasteful!" Ming Han praised, "I can't see that you usually look nervous, and listening to songs is quite connotative." ”

Wang Zhimin shook his head, "Ming Han, you look at things too superficially. Brother has a lot of things inside you don't feel. ”

Seeing Wang Zhimin boasting over there, Ming Han kicked over, "Is it okay to sing?" ”

The song "Good Night Beijing" is not only long, but also has a wider vocal range, which is very difficult.

Men who can sing this song are all men with stories!

Wang Zhimin brewed his emotions, he frowned, looking melancholy!

"Brother Wang looks like this, like a weathered man!" Wu Xinhai sighed.

"Come on, big mouth!" Ming Han encouraged.

'I will sleep in the rain tonight'

Accompanied by the sound of domestic rollers......"

Wang Zhimin roared twice, and Ming Han laughed out loud.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all laughed.

Just read it out loud and fucking it!

In fact, Wang Zhimin can't be blamed, he was really born in the wrong era. If you listen to it with the taste of 2017, isn't this just shouting microphone?

Shouting "Good Night Beijing"? Wang Feng was already crying and fainting in the toilet......

Wang Zhimin saw everyone laughing at him, he blushed, "I'm adapting, this is innovation, do you understand music?" ”