Chapter 57: Flag-raising Ceremony
"Ding-dong, ding-dong"
On Monday morning, the second class bell rang for the end of the school year.
The students walked to the square in front of the teaching building one after another.
A national flag-raising ceremony is held once a week.
"Hurry up, students, trouble the homeroom teachers of each class to maintain order"
The school's loudspeaker heard the principal's urging.
The students walked to the square in an orderly manner, lined up in formation, and hung a flagpole with a steel rope in front of the square.
Each class is spaced a distance from the left and right that can accommodate one person, and the distance between the front and back of the class is almost the same as if one person is close to the other's body.
The head teacher of each class is at the front of the line, maintaining order.
"The first item of raising the national flag, the national flag-raising ceremony, the flag bearer, the flag"
The principal's sonorous voice rang out over the loudspeaker.
In the middle of the square, a boy in a school uniform was holding a five-star red flag obliquely, and behind him, one left and one right, stood two boys with empty hands.
At the moment when the principal's voice sounded, the three boys walked up to the flag stand.
Unfold the five-star red flag and tie it to the steel rope hanging from the flagpole.
"The National Flag Raising Ceremony Officially Begins"
"Playing the National Anthem"
The headmaster's excited voice came over the loudspeaker.
"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves, and ...... our flesh and blood"
Immediately after that, the loudspeaker sounded the national anthem of the Chinese nation.
The students and teachers were in the square, silently watching the five-star red flag slowly rise with the national anthem.
After the national anthem, the five-star red flag rose to the top of the flagpole and fluttered in the wind, and the five stars on it were particularly dazzling.
This is a historical testimony built by our ancestors with flesh and blood, and this is the glory of the sons and daughters of China.
"The second item is the presentation of the student's thesis," the principal said slowly over the loudspeaker.
"Dear teachers, dear students, good morning, I am Liu Rui from Class 145, and what I want to talk about today is that as a student, we should respect our teachers, be friendly and helpful with our classmates, and be responsible for ourselves......"
Liu Rui's voice fluttered from the megaphone and began her short speech.
"We don't take the good as small, we don't take the evil as small, my speech is over, thank you" Liu Rui's voice spread lightly.
There was warm applause in the square.
"Liu Rui also said just now, then we must respect teachers at school, love learning, abide by campus discipline, and be friendly and helpful to classmates" A female teacher's voice came from the loudspeaker, and she gave Liu Rui a simple commendation.
"In addition, I want to tell you that no matter how beautiful an irresponsible woman is, it is an ornament, and no matter how handsome an irresponsible man is, it is a waste" The female teacher's voice became a little bitter.
"Let's read it with me," the female teacher's snarky voice came from the loudspeaker.
The classmates in the square reluctantly followed him and read it three times.
When some teachers heard this, their facial expressions were cloudy and their faces were a little unsightly.
"Let's hold the third item, the awarding ceremony of the mobile red flag" It wasn't until the students finished reading it that the female teacher's bitter voice came from the loudspeaker.
Mobile Red Flags are classes in the school that reward good overall discipline and serious cleaning.
"Class 123, Class 136, Class 146......" the female teacher read out the class that could get the mobile red flag this week.
The sound of applause in the square was endless.
The class leader of each class went to the flag stand in an orderly manner to lead the mobile red flag of the class.
At the front of the line, the head teacher Qu Zheng's expression was stinky and his face was a little unsightly.
"Last week, the discipline in our school was quite poor, some students smoked and drank in the school, climbed over the wall and got into fights, and did all the bad things."
A solemn and majestic voice emanated from the megaphone.
As soon as Huang Haibin heard it, he understood that the owner of the voice was the voice of their teaching director, a male teacher who did not smile and had sharp eyes.
When Huang Haibin occasionally faced him, even if he smiled, he had a sense of oppression that was not angry and self-threatening.
The classmate who knew that he had done bad things, his little heart was pounding, and his eyes were looking left and right, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, the teaching director would appear behind him.
Huang Haibin had an urge to flee the scene, and he was very sensitive to hearing the word "over the wall".
He clearly remembered that when he came in over the wall, he was caught by the teacher on duty and beaten with a hammer, and he was afraid that his name had already appeared on the list of the teaching director.
In the school, what the students are most afraid of is not the class teacher or the principal, but the director of education who is not angry and arrogant.
The students who were on the list of teaching directors, in Huang Haibin's memory, none of them had a good end.
"These classmates are simply taking your parents' hard-earned money and coming to school to spoil your youth, it's better to get out of sight and out of mind"
The dean's harsh criticism of education was heard over the loudspeaker.
His majesty, during the darkest period of the school, even surpassed the headmaster at one point.
In school, as long as you are bullied by your classmates, it may not be useful to find a class teacher, but if you find a teaching director, it will definitely be done properly for you.
In Huang Haibin's opinion, the director of education is the most dedicated person in their school, although he looks very serious, but he also gives a clean sky to the students who love to learn.
"The students whose names I read below will be fined 20 yuan each, and I will pay the fine on the flag platform, and the head teacher of class 143 will come to the office later."
A stern voice came from the loudspeaker, and the voice became a little euphemistic in the back.
Obviously, the discipline committed by the students of class 143 has been serious to the point of outrageousness, and they did not directly break down which students they were, and directly called the head teacher.
"Class 122 Shenshou Party and Class 121 White Prostitutes, Drinking in the Dormitory"
"Hahaha"
"Oh my god! , whose name is this"?
"It's funny!"
“……”
The students burst into laughter, standing on tiptoe and looking in the direction of the flagstand, wanting to see which two funny names they were.
"Class 145, Wan Shiping smokes in the toilet, Class 145, Huang Haibin flies the eaves and walks the wall, and the walls in the school can't stop him......"
The dean's voice was cold from the loudspeaker, and there were several classes of students whose names were on the list of deans.
Huang Haibin's heart was cold, his face was embarrassed, he came out of the queue silently, and walked towards the teacher who collected the fine on the flag stand.
When he walked past the head teacher, Huang Haibin felt that the air around him was cold, and from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed that the head teacher's face was almost gloomy and could drip water.
The eyes of some of the students in the third year of junior high school looked at Huang Haibin curiously.
"Alas! Last week, I seemed to hear that there was a man named Huang Haibin who wanted to grab the throne of the top student, wouldn't it be him? ”
"How is that possible? Have you ever seen a good student go over the wall"?
"Maybe it's just a homonym"
There was a lot of discussion among the students in the queue.
"That's all for today's ceremony, disband," came the dean's voice.
The students walked to the classroom in pairs and threes.
Huang Haibin left the square as if he had fled, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.