Soon it will be New Year's Day, and according to the school's practice, the New Year's Day party is organized as a class.

"Come on, come on, whoever has a show will report it." The squad leader shouted in the class.

In the blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed by the enthusiastic flow of people. A blank sheet of homework paper is filled with dense program titles.

The activities in your own class, even if the performance is not good, is not ashamed.

"Qiaoqiao, Xiao Zhou, do you two have any programs?"

"I didn't."

"Neither did I. I will only watch the show, not the show. ”

In the end, Qiao Yang was still invited to be the host.

"Come on, son." Zhao Xingchi wanted to go out to buy something at noon, "What do you add to milk tea?" ”

"Huh, I want to drink fruit tea, and I want peaches." Qiao Yang is working hard to write, and he doesn't forget to be coquettish.

"Okay, one punch and one monster." Zhao Xingchi threatened, "What about Xiao Zhou? ”

"I'm going to drink bubble tea, and I'm going to add coconut fruit."

"Okay, I'll bring you both back at noon."

At noon, Zhao Xingchi and five people went out to buy things needed for New Year's Day. They spent half a day picking and selling at the supermarket, buying a lot of odds and ends, and buying fruits and drinks near the school.

Halfway through, I met the procurement staff of other classes, and the two groups of people also exchanged opinions with each other and compared the funds of the two classes.

By the time I rushed back to class, there were only three minutes left before the first class.

The physics teacher was already standing at the door of the class, and when he saw a few people holding things, he happily said, "I went to buy things for New Year's Day, what did I buy?" ”

"I bought some snacks and tangerines." The class leader was very happy, and made a small report by the way, "Teacher, the people in your class who buy things are still behind, and they are not as fast as us." ”

"Really? I'll talk about them later. "The physics teacher smiled a little cutely.

quickly piled up the things near the head teacher's desk, and in a minute, Zhao Xingchi and the others ran to the classroom to share the things they brought for others.

The festival is different, and the teachers are much gentler when they give lectures.

Time seems to pass very slowly, and the anticipation for the evening has long exceeded the interest in class.

Finally got past the first three classes at noon. The last class will be used for cleaning.

Some classes also bought decorations such as balloon ribbons, and Zhao Xingchi bluntly regretted that his class didn't take this layer into account.

The physics teacher led the class to buy a large bag of balloons, and after they finished decorating the class, even the corridor outside the class was decorated.

The physics teacher stood on the table and asked a few boys in his class to hand him the blown balloons and tape, which he hung up.

The pink balloons directly filled the festive atmosphere, and many people gathered around the table to watch the teacher hang the balloons.

"Our class and theirs take a different route, our class mainly buys snacks, and the people take food as the sky." The squad leader said next to him.

"We bought a lot of them in my class." In the end, it was in someone else's class, and there were many families, and soon someone picked up the squad leader's words.

The squad leader didn't know what to say, so he could only snort arrogantly, then picked up a balloon that had not been blown up and blew it up.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Xingchi felt a little hungry, so he took Qiao Yang and Zhou Siyue to eat.

There were a lot of balloons, and the rest of the balloons were scattered by the physics teacher and the students in their class. Zhao Xingchi also took a balloon with his hand.

Zhao Xingchi put the balloon on the table and went to eat.

Thinking about the evening, the three of them ate quickly.

Night falls, and soon it's night. There are still a few minutes left before the official start of the party. Someone pulls tables and stools, someone moves things.

When the head teacher came in through the back door, everything was pretty much in order.

"Teacher, do you want balloons? Here you go. "Zhao Haodi, our chemistry class representative and multimedia administrator, is very positive.

"Teacher, my balloon is smaller than his, and it is not easy to explode, here you go." A few people next to him also handed over a few balloons.

"Still buying balloons? How I don't know. "The head teacher was holding a balloon in his hand that I didn't know who stuffed.

"Didn't buy it, from the physics teacher they were in the class." Zhao Xingchi whispered, trying to hold back the smile. Many people around him held back their laughter.

Mr. Zhang, the head teacher, is the one who has seen a big scene, and he only smiled a little and did a good job of expression management.

The head teacher first gave a speech, and then the class leader gave a speech, and finally waited for all the people who should have finished speaking, and the party could be regarded as the official start. As soon as the lights in the rear row are turned off, it seems that the front row is brighter.

Some people sing, some people act in sketches.

Some people send snacks, some people eat.

Some people watch the show, some people chat quietly.

Laughter, music, applause, all kinds of voices mingle.

It didn't take long for the headmaster to come in, a thin and energetic little old man. has super speech skills, and once set a historical record of three hours of continuous speech.

On this day, he didn't say much, but just said a few.

Zhao Xingchi went in his left ear and went out in his right ear, and he only heard "Happy New Year".

Halfway through the party, the atmosphere was up. The host has lost its role, and whoever wants to perform can go straight to the stage.

Zhao Xingchi sat in the back row of the classroom, peeling oranges for Qiao Yang, who had just sat down, and Zhou Siyue was applauding.

"Happy New Year." Qiao Yang was very happy.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Zhou Siyue also turned her head.

Zhao Xingchi divided the peeled sugar orange into three parts, stuffed it into the mouth of the two people next to him, and then fed himself a mouthful.

On stage, the squad leader and Jiang Yu are competing for the qualification to perform the program. Both of them are pulling on the multimedia and don't let go. It was still the squad leader who was one step ahead and released the music he wanted.

The squad leader glanced at everyone triumphantly, and then began to shout microphones. was so angry that Jiang Yu kept stuffing the melon seeds on the squad leader's table into his mouth.

Finally, when the squad leader finished performing, the senior two-dimensional Jiang Yu began to sing ghost animal songs again.

Between the shows, Shen Weiwei ran over, grabbed a little melon seed from Zhao Xingchi's table, and ran to another corner.

There will be a teacher to take pictures halfway, and when everyone sorted out their expressions and looked at the camera, Shen Weiwei, Han Xiang, and Shen Weiwei were at the same table, and tacitly got under the table.

When the people taking pictures were gone, they sat up straight.

Then, Shen Weiwei saw that the chocolate in front of his table was gone.

"Where's my chocolate?" Shen Weiwei looked dazed.

Her table mate didn't speak, and took another sip of water before swallowing the chocolate she had just eaten.

Shen was slightly depressed, but Han Xiang told her the ultimate fate of chocolate.

"Zhang Rongxuan, compensate me for chocolate."

……

Time passed quickly, and after the school bell rang, it dragged on for another twenty minutes before the party ended.

The New Year's Day holiday will start at noon the next day, and the winter vacation will be in a few days.