Maybe it's because it's about to be a holiday, so you can take three days off; Or perhaps in order to win the title of "Excellent Class Class", each class is particularly hard to decorate the classroom. The entrance to the school's only one large commissary was crowded with students who had come to take care of the purchases.

It's already time for the lunch break, and there are still many students who are busy setting up the classroom, for fear that they won't have time to finish it. Some students who went to the cafeteria to eat would bring food to the students who were still busy, and everyone divided labor in an orderly manner, and a mini tea party venue was born.

At 14:15 in the afternoon, the bell rang for the first time. Teacher Zhang Cuifang, the head teacher of Class 190 of the first year of high school, walked into the classroom.

"Are the students still busy? Also pay attention to rest, I took a look, and the arrangement of our class is indeed very good. Zhang Cuifang laughed and applauded.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, I just went to see the 191 class, 192 class, 193 class, and the downstairs classes, which are not as good as ours."

"Mmmmmmmm

A group of students happily agreed, and I don't know who suddenly said: "The blackboard newspaper in our class must be overwhelming." I saw that the other classes were all the same as before, and there was nothing new. ”

Zhang Cuifang nodded appreciatively, looking at the few students led by Song Yi who were still busy in front of the blackboard in the back, "Don't say anything else, the blackboard newspaper in our class is really attentive, who came up with this idea?" ”

"It's Song Yi, I think he's so talented."

"Yes, yes, so talented, if I were replaced, I would never have thought of doing this."

"Compared with the same blackboard newspaper that changes the soup but not the medicine, this kind of good-looking is too good."

Suddenly, the 190 class of the first year of high school was like a fryer, and some students who were adjusting the position of the table cover also stopped what they were doing and got up to look at the back wall of the teacher: under a black night, a round of bright moons drawn by yellow and white chalk hung in the upper right corner; Golden, brown and slightly green cardboard cut leaves are staggered and pasted on it; Under the leaves is a blue-gray rockery, which looks very three-dimensional with different light and dark, and it should also be cut from hard paper; In the center is a courtyard background, and under the bright orange and yellow eaves hang two big characters "Yuan Ri", "In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu." Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. The four lines of poetry jumped on it, I don't know who is so talented, using the hollow three-dimensional character writing method, and the 3D three-dimensional effect is written on the blackboard; On the left side are some stickers that look like flowers, because the stickers are supported by small springs, and when the wind blows or plucks a few times, those flowers seem to come to life, and the flowers are the notes of some stickers.

Song Yi, Zheng Mengmeng and a few others are still busy in the middle of the blackboard, looking like villains in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Looking at this ingenious three-dimensional picture, Zhang Cuifang smiled from the bottom of her heart. Not to mention the students of the 190th class of the first year of high school, this is the first time she has seen this form of blackboard newspaper, and it is indeed beautiful.

It didn't seem to hear everyone's noise, Song Yi took a look at the left, and instructed a few classmates to adjust the position of the sticker, and the two students in charge of painting were also busy rushing to work......

"Zheng Rongrong, Zhang Sally, you come out and talk about the show." Zhang Cuifang pointed to Zheng Rongrong and Zhang Sally.

The three of them didn't know what they talked about in the teacher's office, and after a while, Zhang Cuifang left the high school teaching building and went to the office building of the academic affairs office to have a round with other teachers.

"Come on, come on, have a drink, eat something, everyone's worked hard." Zhang Sally and Zheng Rongrong returned to the classroom with the food given by Zhang Cuifang.

"This is Mr. Zhang's reward for everyone, everyone has a share. The students who were still working on the blackboard newspaper and the students who were hanging streamers and blowing balloons also came to eat something first, and we were all about to do it, and we had time to do it. Zhang Sally beckoned, she had already eaten her favorite spicy spicy slices.

Almost everyone temporarily put down the work in their hands to get some food and drink to replenish their strength, but Song Yi and Zheng Mengmeng were still making final adjustments, and the two of them didn't seem to have the intention of stopping.

"Mengmeng, let's eat something first, you haven't eaten at noon." Zheng Rongrong treats others as coldly, but she is still more humane when she treats her own sister. But Song Yi on the side didn't want to care. It's almost impossible for her, the class leader, to deliver food to her classmates, not to mention that the other party is a boy, or the boy she doesn't like to see so well.

"Hmph, don't even think about it." Zheng Rongrong said this for no reason.

"Sister? What did you say? Zheng Mengmeng looked at her sister with a confused expression.

"No, it's nothing ......" Zheng Rongrong returned to her seat without much explanation and began to revise her host's words. Since everyone is working so hard, as the host of the New Year's Day class meeting, I must not drop the chain.

Zhang Sally was completely intoxicated by the delicious spicy slices at the moment, and didn't notice that no one brought drinks and snacks to Song Yi.

Zheng Mengmeng just wanted to come over and take another bottle of drink and hand it to Song Yi, but she didn't expect to be taken by a figure.

"Song Ge, I didn't expect you to be quite talented, okay you! This blackboard is so handsome! "As soon as I heard this title, I didn't need to listen to the voice to know that it was Deng Ling.

Song Yi still said thank you and took the mineral water handed by Deng Ling.

Seeing the scene in front of her, Zheng Mengmeng took a can of Jianlibao and handed it over, neither did she hand it over.

Seeing this, Deng Ling took the Jianlibao in Zheng Mengmeng's hand, opened the pull-out ring, drank it a few times, sighed, and burped, "This is for adults, and our Song Ge children only drink Robust's mineral water and Robust's AD calcium milk." Deng Ling smiled and touched Song Yi's head, then turned around and walked away in a dashing manner, as if he was coaxing a child.

Song Yi subconsciously dodged for a while, but he didn't dodge, and he didn't want to defend anything, in Song Yi's heart, he felt that the taste of Robust's mineral water was not ordinary, and why, Song Yi himself didn't know, maybe it was because of the stubbornness of adolescence. But how could Deng Ling know?

The New Year's Day class will come as scheduled, and the grading team composed of the class teachers and some teachers of each class began to wander between the classes, most of the classes were carefully arranged by the students in each class to take on a new look, of course, there are also individual classes that are completely to cope with the task, and they casually set up the table and played there.

Each class is in the form of a tea party, the desks are connected to each other into a long dragon to surround a U-shaped long table, and the students sit around the U-shaped long table, and the vacant space in the middle is reserved for the students who perform the program. Each class has prepared programs such as singing, dancing, and poetry recitation, and at this time, the classes that have prepared cross talk, sketches and other programs are relatively outstanding.

I don't know if it's because the grading team wants to give face to the director of education or if it's really a coincidence, just when it was Deng Ling's turn to perform the show, the teachers walked into the 190 class of the first year of high school together.

Zheng Rongrong, the host of the class meeting, spoke with emotion and introduced Deng Ling's next song to the students as "Listening to the Sea".

In the warm applause of the audience, Deng Ling sat down sideways with his guitar on his back, plucked the strings a few times, and adjusted it slightly.

"Ahem." Deng Ling cleared his throat and didn't say much nonsense, as his fingers flicked, the gentle and soft tune spread. Originally, some students were talking to each other, but now they are quiet.

Zheng Rongrong was shocked: I didn't expect Deng Ling to be quite good, this guitar is playing well. The expressions of the teachers are very satisfied, the scores should not be low, and it seems that the 190 class of the first year of high school is expected to win the championship this time. As if thinking of something, Zheng Rongrong snorted softly, and the subtext in her heart was: "I don't particularly want the reward of the excellent class meeting." ”

Deng Ling played the tune slowly and softly, and said: "Write to tell me what color the sea is today." "Very charming, perhaps because he is in the period of voice change, Deng Ling's singing voice is a little low and heavy, although the song has dropped two KEYs and is completely different from the clear and loud of the original song, but it makes people listen to a unique charm.

"Wow, listen to that."

"It's no worse than a singer."

"There are two hits."

The students present unconsciously swayed from side to side following Deng Ling's singing, and some of the students who could sing couldn't help but hum softly.

As Deng Ling sang the last sentence of the song, "Say what kind of mood you were in when you left me......", the audience applauded like thunder, and some boys whistled a few times to express their praise.

The teachers of the grading team also applauded......

Song Yi sat in an inconspicuous corner and applauded, although this Deng Ling was very annoying, but the song was indeed sung well, and when the last sentence was sung, Deng Ling's eyes seemed to be ...... Seems to look at yourself? Song Yi was frightened by this thought, shook his head, and thought: It must be an illusion, am I crazy? How can you think so.

When several teachers in the grading group saw the blackboard on the back wall of the teacher, their eyes flashed with a gleam. Deng Hongfu, the leader of the grade group, couldn't help but sigh a few times, turned his head to look at Zhang Cuifang and then glanced at the students of the 190 class of the first year of high school, and finally his eyes fell on the blackboard newspaper, "Needless to say, the excitement of your class's performance program is naturally the best one at present." Although Deng Hongfu's words were somewhat based on the face of the director of education, he did affirm Deng Ling's strength.

"However, what surprised me even more was that the blackboard newspaper on the theme of your class was cleverly conceived and creative. Well, not bad, not bad! Deng Hongfu insisted on saying that two were good in a row, and then filled in the score sheet.

Zheng Rongrong, who was introducing the next program, was sticking out her ears to listen to the teachers' conversations, and when she heard Deng Hongfu's praise, she held back her laughter and excitement and led to the next program according to the host's words......

"It seems that our class has won the championship nine times out of ten." Several students near the door, like Zheng Rongrong, also heard the teachers' conversation, and naturally they were also happy in their hearts and quickly passed on what they heard.