Next.

Nine classes.

"Han Yi."

"Sister Jiang Xin."

The two people in the front and back seats called each other almost at the same time.

Han Yi withdrew his hand holding the pen: "You say it first."

Jiang Xin didn't ask her dad about the gift he gave, "That set of Transformers, do you have it?" ”

"How do you know, I was just going to tell you about it."

Jiang Xin's eyes staring at him were a little hot: "You say."

Han Yi took out his mobile phone and clicked on a photo, "That's it?" It's a coincidence, your dad gave it to me. ”

Jiang Xin looked at the high-resolution photos with high pixels, "It's been a long time, why haven't you opened the package?"

"Hmm." Han Yi turned off his phone and recalled a little.

"During that time, I flew around the world behind my dad and listened to him play the piano. My mom put things away, and then, I didn't get my turn to play with anything. ”

Jiang Xin smiled inexplicably, "Boys like this, you are as special as my brother." ”

Jiang Xin had another question: "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Han Yi raised his finger and touched the tail of his eyes, "Yesterday I wasn't sure if it had survived well in the little black room, and after I got back from school, I asked people to go to my house to see it." ”

Let people? Who is it?

Last time Han Yi returned to Rongcheng, it seemed that he was taking care of a person?

She didn't ask.

"Sister Xin, have a meeting!"

At the door of the classroom, a class leader shouted.

The head of the grade holds such a meeting, and the theme is nothing more than two kinds, the in-school cultural and sports competition, and the extramural skills competition.

Small meeting room.

Nine squad leaders came in intermittently, and each found a seat to sit down, with different postures.

Abnormally loose, unusually casual, unusually spontaneous.

……

Director Sha came in with a cup of tea, and found that only nine people had come, and he was on the verge of being irritable.

"What's the matter with you, huh? And six more classes?"

The squad leader who was in charge of the notification raised his hand, "Six squads abstained." ”

A certain director was irritable and directly happy.

"Very good, put forward praise, these six classes are very conscious! Knowing that the college entrance examination will be racing against time in a few months, I am very relieved! ”

Several squad leaders immediately raised their hands below, "Director Sha, we abstain now!" ”

"Don't even think about it! The principal has been instructed to let you combine work and rest in your third year of high school. ”

Hey~ This damn knowing that it will be boring and biased into the meeting door!

Director Sha swallowed a large sip of tea and slowly entered the meeting.

"This time, a few of you, nine classes, organize a debate tournament."

Well, it's exactly as boring as everyone thinks.

"But ha, we also know that you are tired of it, so this time we will not be grouped by class. Lots will be drawn to decide which two classes will work together to form a four-member debate team. ”

Well? That's kind of interesting.

Several squad leaders were gradually aroused, and Director Sha began to sell Guanzi's signature move again-drinking tea.

After drinking for a full minute, the lecture continued.

"The prize of the first team in the final is a VIP ticket to the concert of Mr. Han Che, an international super pianist."

Well, a piano recital.

I can't understand it, I can't appreciate it.

……

Wait a minute.

Han Che?

The first person in the international piano, that Han Che?

The female squad leader of the fourth class was the first to react, "Director Sha, the Han Che you are talking about, is that that one?"

Director Sha glanced at her, "Which one is it?"

The male squad leader of Class 7 answered, "The one in Rongcheng who is worth more than 1.5 billion?"

"It's not who he could be!"

Rely on it, rely on it.

At this level, even if you don't understand it, you can go!

VIP tickets, not your own people can't get it at all.

One middle school is really bullish this time.

Jiang Xin suddenly remembered that Han Yi's father was also called Han Che.

Han Yi flew to the world with his father to listen to the piano since he was a child.