There are few girls, and the number of girls walking with boys is not enough. There will always be several pairs of men. The straight men in the class have expressed great opinions on this. Who wouldn't want to be one of the men? The team changed several forms, and in the end, the boys left the boys and girls left the girls.

There were four people in a row, and Ling Xiaoxiao walked beside him. Next to him was a girl named Zheng Xiaoyue. The girl was about the same size as Ling Xiaoxiao, but she was not as slender and round as Ling Xiaoxiao. She was wearing a skirt and had a bun on her head. She was sweating on her body and had a little makeup on her face. Ling Xiaoxiao looked sideways and felt that the girl had a matchmaker and looked a little festive.

After the junior high school group entered the venue, it was soon the first grade of senior high school. On the radio speaker, two announcers were passionately giving commentary. Class 1, Class 1 and Class 2 walked into the venue with their white arms and thighs exposed. Then, the boys on the venue began to eat ice cream happily.

Brother Zhen, who was standing in front of the team, was also good to Zhou Shao, and they were shaking the fan while discussing which girl has whiter skin and thinner legs. After a while, Brother Zhen took back the fan and smiled proudly at Zhou Shao: "If you want to say that, it is better for us Xiaoxiao and Manni to have the best figures. You can't see it without this lucky look."

Brother Zhen’s words are so imaginative, especially Zhou Shao is not a pure child. Zhou Shao touched his nose, for fear that he would have a nosebleed when he thought too much: "It's okay, it's summer soon, I have a chance."

When Brother Zhen heard this, he didn't think so much, and nodded: "We Manni really like to wear skirts, but Xiaoxiao can wear jeans for four seasons, so you probably won't have a chance."

Zhou Shao thought about Ling Xiaoxiao's usual smile and didn't dare to have any thoughts. He shivered and quickly said seriously: "Students should focus on learning. Why do we say this? I'm ready, and I'm ready, and I'm going to enter our class right away."

Brother Zhen's hand, shaking the fan, froze. I don't know what was wrong with Zhou Shao this time, but when he saw that Class 6 had already entered the venue, he turned around and shouted to the classmates in the class: "Everyone is ready, listen to the command later and prepare to enter the venue."

The white tops and jeans in Class 8 set off. Class 9's time-traveling outfit attracted the attention of all the teachers on the rostrum as soon as they entered the venue. Liu Yanqing sat on the stage and looked at the gazes of other class teachers in the first year of high school, and felt so beautiful.

"Old Liu, where did you get these clothes in your class?" The head teacher of Class 10 has a better relationship with Liu Yanqing because the two classes use the same set of teachers. He asked directly without hesitation. The other teachers quickly stretched their ears.

Liu Yanqing was so proud that he stretched out his finger and pointed to Zhou Shao who had already walked in. He walked at the front of the team: "There are people at Zhou Shao's family working in a provincial theater troupe, and the clothes are all borrowed from there."

Liu Yanqing is not afraid that these teachers will intercept the truth next year. They have all passed it once, and it is a good idea to wear it in other classes again. With the proud personality of the teachers and students of No. 8 Middle School, it is impossible to do this.

When the class teacher in Class 10 heard this, he raised his thumbs up: "The students in your class will think about asking parents to help solve the problem, without taking up their own time and spending more money. It's really good."

The head teacher of Class 10 sighed, who told them that the clothes they wear are not much better than white tops and black pants? When showing their faces, don’t care what benefits can they have after they are exposed, aren’t they always happy?

When she was 20 meters away from the rostrum, Brother Zhen took the lead in opening the fan. The other three people followed her movements and opened the folding fan in their hands. They saw the folding fans of the four people put together, and it was written: Class 19, Grade 1.

Using a fan instead of holding a sign, the four people walked casually. Imagine that they were the four talents in Jiangnan, and even when they passed the rostrum, they just looked over and smiled. The other students in the class arrived at the rostrum and all stood still and turned around. Then the girls saluted and the boy bowed, which was a little more than other classes shouting slogans, which made the school leaders on the rostrum nod and appreciated.

Ling Xiaoxiao secretly looked at the satisfied expressions of everyone on the stage, and saw Liu Yanqing sitting there proudly, as proud as a peacock, thinking in her heart that the cool entry method of Class 9 would probably get the Sports Style Award. No wonder her class teacher was so happy.

The number of students in No. 8 Middle School is good, and the number of students assigned by each class is basically similar. Therefore, the teachers of these teachers have nothing to do in their teaching, because no one is bad, and there is nothing to do in their students, because they are all the same, and the only things they can compete for are the edges and corners... No matter what honors they have, they can show off if they don’t have others.

With the class and grades entering the venue in front and back, although I knew I had carefully prepared, it was still a bit worse than Class 9. Even though Class 9 had already stood in the middle of the playground, I still looked over with curious eyes.

Brother Zhen watched Yue Pingjun and Jiang Zizhuo pass by the front of his class holding the sign of the class, and smiled contemptuously at the two of them, "It's so stupid."

Yue Pingjun staggered and wanted to throw the sign. Who would have thought it was stupid to pay attention to it? He picked up one of four signs...

When Jiang Zizhuo passed by Class 9, he turned his head and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao in the team. He saw her wearing a set of large lilac sleeves, double-breasted, wide-sleeved, and long-dressed clothes. He simply tied up a bun with a wooden hairpin on his head. He stood there and blinked at him with a gentle smile on his lips, like a girl in the boudoir who came out of ancient times.

Jiang Zizhuo didn't know how soft his eyes were when he looked at Ling Xiaoxiao at this moment, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that was the same curve as Ling Xiaoxiao. In just a moment, they walked over, and then, the usual faint expression on his face still seemed to have never given birth to anything.

After all the classes in all grades were completed, the Academic Affairs Office sent a leader to speak. Ling Xiaoxiao showed that the leaders of No. 8 Middle School did not like to use manuscripts. The leader casually spoke for a few minutes, and said some inspiring and morale words, and returned the microphone to the two announcers on the rostrum.
Chapter completed!