There are two days left before the two-city competition.

Hong Xiaojun once again stepped into Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School.

The school started to prepare for the two-city competition, and specially summoned some seed choices back.

In fact, it is mainly Qiu Shuihan and Zuo Xiaobing.

Someone like Hong Xiaojun, although he is the owner of the Class A Demon Cave, was listed as a candidate because of his poor background and participated in the prosperous and lively event.

Hong Xiaojun took a silent look, and with Qiu Shuihan and Zuo Xiaobing, Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School summoned a total of seven people.

"Tsk..."

"It's so pitiful."

Hong Xiaojun felt a severe toothache.

As far as he knows, similar to Qingcheng No. 15 Middle School, Qingcheng No. 12 Middle School, etc., the number of people participating in the two-city competition is as many as 1,000.

The team is quite luxurious.

It is not comparable to a school like Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School that comes out of poor mountains and valleys.

"The teacher who led the team this time is the head teacher of your three classes, led by Zhang Zifeng, the head teacher of Class 3."

"In a while, they will take you to the training base, and all the participating students in Qingcheng will gather here. They will choose the strongest ones and form a seed team, and finally compete in the competition from Nanda Lutana City."

"You are the best in Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School this time. You must continue to work hard and show the style of our Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School. You don't want to enter the final seed team, but just don't want to be bald."

The principal looked at Hong Xiaojun and the other two and said with a smile.

Everyone: "..."

This is quite harsh, hey, Master, can you not be so pessimistic?

"Go and go."

"Young people, life is about participating. Remember that temporary failure is nothing. Two-city competition, or even the future college entrance examination, if you fail, don't immerse yourself in failure. They are not your only way out. You must understand that when you enter society, you will be beaten by society."

Everyone: "..."

Principal, you might as well not say it.

"Start and run towards the afterglow of the sunset!"

The principal waved his hand and seven students and several team teachers boarded a psionic bus with a hole in the roof.

Doodo

The dilapidated psychic bus was emitting black smoke, carrying the dream of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School... and the engine was shut down on the spot.

......

The principal, several vice principals, and teachers from various subjects watched the psychic bus leave the school crookedly.

"This is youth!"

The principal sighed with satisfaction.

The vice principal Zhang Zi, who was standing beside him, smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said, "Principal, why can't our school be able to come up with a better psychic car, right? As for the special one who looks so broken?"

"You don't understand. This is called suffering among people. Only by enduring hardships can one become the best. The sarcasm from other schools will definitely arouse their fighting spirit."

The principal looks like he is in charge of the universe and sees through all the laws of cause and effect.

"That's it...what should I do if the psychic bus is broken on the road?"

Another vice principal thought about it and asked.

"This is not a problem. Let the students and teachers take a taxi? The school will reimburse this little money!"

The principal expressed his carelessness.

"But... I heard that it costs at least one thousand yuan to take a taxi there."

"This...it seems to be time for students and teachers to carry forward the spirit of hard work. Tell them that if the psychic car is damaged, please be sure to walk to the training ground by yourself. Alas, school is not easy, it is so poor that it is almost impossible to lose the blame. Students must be considerate of the school."

Everyone: "..."

Sure enough, from the end of the hair, the fundamental reason is one word: sting!

The principal of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School really stumbled out of the sky.

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To be honest, this is the first time Hong Xiaojun has taken such a broken psychic car since she was a child.

The air leaked from the head and the butt hurt. I took three steps and paused, and the black smoke suddenly burst out. I don’t know how many passers-by attracted strange attention along the way.

"Little girl, boys, don't worry. Uncle, I am a school bus driver who has worked for 30 years. There are not a thousand school buses that I have worked with, and there are eight hundred."

"Don't look at this school bus, it's the treasure of our school. At that time, several people sat on it and took the college entrance examination and finally got into those key universities."

The person who spoke was Lao Luo, a school bus driver. It is said that every year he drove the school bus away batches of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School’s college entrance examination seed teams.

The nickname: Luo Dazui

It means that his big mouth is quite unreliable and he will follow the opposite direction whenever he says it.

Absolutely poisonous milk.

My motto is to one day give away a top scorer in the college entrance examination. If you don’t get the top scorer, you will never retire.

For this, I worked diligently, worked hard, and forge ahead... I have always been a school bus driver.

Unfortunately, Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School is too useless, and this has been done for thirty years.

"Uncle Luo, don't say it anymore. When you said that, I'm really afraid that the school bus will break down halfway."

The head teacher of Class 3 Zhang Zifeng patted his breasts, looking scared.

It caused everyone in the car to burst into laughter.

"You girl. When your uncle Luo drove the school bus, you were still playing with peeing mud. I said why... don't you look down on your uncle Luo's skills?"

"Just this broken car, I punched it without saying a word!"

Bang!

Lao Luo directly punched the steering wheel.

Next second!

Doudou~Dou!!!

The psionic car slowly stopped after making three super long exhaust sounds.

Three sounds in a row!

What if you promised to say nothing?

"this..."

"Ahem, an accident! It should be that the spiritual oil circuit is blocked. I'll go and have a look and it will be fine soon."

Lao Luo smiled embarrassedly and quickly got out of the car to check.

On the other hand, everyone came to their senses. They felt that they must have a black thread at this moment and the corners of their mouths were twitching.

"Hey, I said, you guys are very talented, your Zuo family is very good, why don't you send a psychic car here as soon as possible?"

Hong Xiaojun patted Zuo Xiaobing on the shoulder and said with a look of his eyes.

"You...she deserves it! You are the best, your whole family is the best."

"Take your claws away, there is no psionic car, you'd better walk on your own."

Zuo Xiaobing snorted coldly.

"Tsk, isn't it just a psychic car? No one has it?" Hong Xiaojun muttered in a low voice and looked at Qiu Shuihan again.

The latter shook his head slightly, and he was like an ice sculpture and never spoke again.

This girl's personality at school is completely different from usual. It's strange. Could it be that she has broken a core?

Her husband will be blessed in the future... Both sides of the body, ice and fire are the same.

Hong Xiaojun touched her chin and thought badly.

But why did the school have to build such a ragged psionic car? Why is this? It can't be really stingy, right?

He wanted to say something else, but suddenly he heard bursts of laughter coming from outside the psionic car.

When I poked my head out, I saw more than a dozen psychic cars with the signature of Qingcheng No. 11 Middle School, steadily lifted behind the broken psychic cars of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School.

And the laughter came from the students and teachers of Qingcheng No. 11 Middle School.

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Chapter completed!