This is the last week of the semester, and on Monday, Mr. Wu is ready to summarize their performance for this semester.

Class leader Zhuo Meimei wrote on the blackboard: The summary meeting of the seventeenth class of the first semester of high school.

"Wrap-up meeting?" Some were surprised to see it.

"It's over, do you want to be criticized at the meeting?" Cheng Erxin asked nervously, the reason why she asked this is because her grades this semester have been very unsatisfactory, and the highest score is only 72 points in Chinese, and she has not even reached the passing grade.

"You don't get criticized by teachers very often, so how can they come up and criticize you?" Jumeimei asked rhetorically.

"Because of my grades, I don't get more than 90 points in each subject every time."

"Teacher Wu said that she only praises, will not criticize, and this summary meeting will not only praise students with good grades, but also students who love the class collective and can actively serve the collective."

"When is the summary meeting going on?" Several onlookers asked.

"Wait a minute! After the class, Mr. Wu first talked about some safety education before the holiday, and then held a summary meeting, a total of two classes to summarize. ”

"The teacher should also say that we will be a model class, right?" Some students asked anxiously.

"Yes, but, based on my observation of everyone in one semester, our seventeenth class still needs to work hard to get the model class collective." Zhuo Meimei said solemnly.

Yang Lezhen listened to what the class leader said, and also felt that it was impossible for her class to get the model class collective, because in this semester, she had seen some boys in her class chasing and fighting in the corridor, and some almost threw objects in the air.

"Yang Lezhen, do you think that after our hard work this semester, we can get the model class collective?"

"I'm not sure, wait a minute, the teacher should be able to talk about it."

As soon as she finished answering, there was a cheer from the classroom not far away.

"What's going on? So noisy? Jin Rongquan, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up, but no one answered her when she asked this.

"We are a model class collective!" They heard their classmates shouting from their classmates.

"Who won the model class? Class 18? Or Class 19? ”

Another class cheered.

"Why is another class cheering? How many classes do you want to choose? Chen Xiaoduo asked curiously.

"I've heard that there are 50 classes in a grade, and 20 classes are selected in a semester." Chen Miaoying said to her tablemates.

"What, the excellent class collective? Not a model class collective? When the person in charge of distributing the pennant sent it to the podium, a large number of students immediately gathered around to look at it, and the result was not the title of "Model Class Collective" in their hearts, but the pennant said "Excellent Class Collective" and the five small characters "Senior 17 Class" were written below.

"How are the outstanding class collectives selected?" Many students have questions.

But they were asking, and no one knew.

"I don't know!" Jumeimei said.

The class bell rang, and everyone sat in their seats in a bad mood.

As soon as Mr. Wu walked into the classroom, he saw the students holding their hands, so he condoled: "Ladies and gentlemen, what's wrong? Tell me what is on your mind! ”

"Didn't get the model class collective!" Jumeimei said sadly.