"Hey! The class monitor will play!" The fat man thought for a long time without results. He originally wanted to turn around and hint that Teacher Liu would arrange more plant species for him.

Unexpectedly, Lan Mengxi, who became the squad leader, had a better way and directly had two more trees. Anyway, Sister Liu didn't care whether they had multiple or not, as long as she could take care of her. If she really wanted to report the number, it would be enough to get more.

"Tsk tsk... What kind of class really does what it does? They are already preparing to count down the college entrance examination. They still have the leisure to not study, but are discussing growing vegetables?"

"Speak a little less, I feel like there is a chicken shit coming now!"

"Hahaha, there is no way! The rural people are outdated in farming methods and can't afford fertilizer!"

"Alas, you guys are so bad. I just think it's so rustic. My greenhouse has never been planted like this. It looks so ugly!"

A few sounds of play came from outside Class 7, wearing school uniforms that were obviously the same style, but from the delicateness of the fabric and the arrogant faces, people can know that these are completely different from Class 7.

"Why don't the peacock spirits in Class 1 pretend to be good at playing cards? Why do we come here for us?" Lan Mengxi is a man with strong gossip skills and is very popular outside. Although he knows that the people in Class 1 have always been inconsistent with the people in Class 7, he still can't figure out that there is no intersection between the two sides, but they always want to come over to express their presence.

"I don't know, don't worry." Yu Zhiliang has seen such provocations for a lot, and feels that it's a big deal, and reminds the people of Class 7 not to be impulsive. "Anyway, those people will go back after class. It's good if they want to come over to visit the lively atmosphere of Class 7."

With Ren Fangfei, a materialistic tutor, no one believes in how good the class atmosphere can be.

What's more, the students in Class 1 have many strong backgrounds at home. Compared with the students in Class 7, the two are comparable, but they know how to show off more quietly and are more children that the family values.

"Tsk, are you planning to be a turtle with your head-reducing turtle?" Seeing that Yu Zhiliang and others from Class 7 refused to come out under the suppression of their suppression, no one was willing to respond to their voices, which made the group of people who were originally planning to have some fun feel very boring. "Second Class 7 wasn't that timid before? Isn't it easy to hit and kill people?"

"Say a few words, what if they are determined to make a difference?" One of the girls wearing a short skirt, revealing their white-small and delicate thighs, and tied with the princess' head, hugged the book, "We work hard on ours, they struggle with theirs, and there is no conflict."

But Yu Xiaoyu was very sensitive to eyes. When he looked up and noticed the female classmate's gaze, he couldn't help but tremble and his brows frowned slightly.

She always felt that she had seen these eyes somewhere.

The latter returned to her meaningful sight, and then turned around and left as the class bell rang.

"Manyun has a good temper." When the others heard her say this, they quickly followed her and said, "Just with the strength of our class, no matter whether he is studying for an exam or running or running in a class seven, he can't surpass us!"

"Yes! There are athletes in their class, and there are also athletes in our class!" Someone started, and the topic naturally continued, "The teachers in Class 7 are not as good as us! They run like this every day, and there are people behind, which makes it embarrassing to see. It is also their strength to follow the bad teachers."

"Hahaha, stop talking, the more I talk, the more I feel pitiful!"

"That's right! Let's not talk about them anymore. The more you talk, the more you lose the price. It's better to teach them how to be a human being during basketball games!"

"Yes, the sports meet is coming soon." After reminding, everyone couldn't help but put their heads together, "The last sports meet in high school that can be unrestrained, come and think about what fun can you do?"

"How about hot air balloons? Let my dad and his company come over to get one?"

"I'll go, this is so cool! Manyun, you are so awesome!"

"I just don't know if the school can allocate the venue. Otherwise, I can get a few more."

The people from Class 1 finally left. Although the words left were not nice, they also made the people from Class 7 feel uncomfortable.

Yu Zhiliang was used to being shown and was good at choosing and making choices, so he did not take the group of people seriously. Yu Xiaoyu also turned a deaf ear to these people because of his past experiences.

But it's not so easy for others to swallow this.

"How dare they say we are rustic?! I can't tell whether the skirt is Yinggelan or Turpan depression! I think the color is very rustic! I dare to laugh at the vegetables grown by the young master!"

The fat man was the first to jump up, and the fat on his face swayed, and said angrily,

"We definitely want to show them good!"

The expressions on other people's faces are not very good. Children at this age are just the time to save face, so they naturally care about such things.

When they want to be decadent, it doesn’t matter if these people say it. But if they want to make efforts and these people dare to pluck their hair on the top, that’s not OK.

"Down with the first squad and kick off Master Mie Jue!" Several people who watched the fun were not serious and immediately started yelling.

"Basketball is a big hit, and sports meets should be better than them!"

When Qi Renjie walked into the classroom, he heard these little bastards who had experienced too much clamoring about these things. He immediately slapped the textbook on the table, roaring with great strength,

"There is no first in literature, no second in martial arts! Studying is like eating, work hard, and we will try our best to kill a class in Chinese grades!"

The tyrant Qin was said to be a soldier at that time, and his voice was louder than that of the male physical education teacher. He immediately put the boys from Class 7 in place, widened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, looking like a terrifying groundhog - vulgar!

"What are your expressions? Do you memorize "The Memorial of the Emperor"? Do you know the background of "The Red Cliff Fu"?" The tyrant Qin was angry when he saw them like this. His textbooks were slapped on the podium, almost slamming the podium. "If you want to win a class, you have to crush it all!"

"... Teacher, I think this goal is a bit too big." The school committee does not want to pour cold water on the teacher, nor does it want to develop others' ambitions and destroy its own majesty, but the objective reality is like this. "You see, the Light Sports Committee can even write its own name incorrectly. I really can't expect him to understand the names of the three Su family fathers and sons."

The full name of the Sports Commission is Luo Mao, with many strokes and very difficult to write. From the past to now, everyone only calls him nuts, but no one is willing to call him real name.

In addition, his family is a water and electricity product, and his nickname is a screw. Even parents only read their son's full name in their household registration book. Later, only the school teachers knew how to write his name...

"puff!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Luo Mao, have you heard it! Will you write your name now?"

"Next time, you can't draw hexagons as your name!"

Sports Committee, no, Luo Mao, when he heard everyone's merciless ridicule, he jumped up and said unwillingly,

"I have a smile on my face, but I have a taste for comparing my Chinese grades next time!"

Come on! Hurt each other!

Who is afraid of whom!
Chapter completed!