"Hurry up, everyone gather as soon as possible, our square formation needs to be rehearsed!"

On a sunny morning, the weather is just right, the breeze is a little cool, and it is very refreshing when blowing on your face.

Zheng Yuting brought her classmates to the playground early to prepare for the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting.

Arranged in order of height, three groups of men and women.

Su Songyi is still the same as before, responsible for holding the national flag at the opening ceremony.

The square formation in the class does not require him to participate, so he is just watching.

"First of all, let's unify the dress. On the opening day, you can wear white clothes, short-sleeved and white shirts as much as possible. Pants, just black, sweatpants, and shoes are just white shoes."

"It's okay, right?"

"No!"

Sparse echoes sounded from the square formation.

The school sports meeting actually doesn’t require a particularly ritual sense, it’s enough to have that atmosphere.

"Then, every class has to think of a slogan, and we have to recite it when we enter the venue."

Zheng Yuting coughed gently and looked at the classmate in the square.

"Everyone can think about it."

Soon, some boys started to search on their mobile phones on Baidu.

"Without, literary men dominates the world, and martial men dominates the world, only my four squads will dominate the world!"

Wang Bin smiled and shook the phone in his hand.

"I'm Zhuo, this is too second-rate, right?"

"What a shame."

"Let's read this? I don't even dare to think about it."

A burst of laughter immediately sounded in the square formation, and even a girl closed her eyes and covered her ears.

Those who have experienced the school sports meeting during their student days may have had such experiences.

The slogans recited at the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting seemed a bit difficult to express.

"I think this is OK. If you have something better, use something else. If you can't think of it, use this for the time being."

Zheng Yuting covered her mouth and couldn't help but smile.

"Ah? Is this slogan a little too arrogant?"

Her left shoulder and toe were clenched on the ground, and she said a little embarrassedly.

"I'm afraid I'll be beaten by someone else when I read it out."

Wang Bo lowered his voice and murmured.

You are from Class 4? You are very rampant.

"What's wrong with the arrogant? Do young people call young people if they are not angry?"

Qin Min stood up and tiptoed to look at her classmates in the square.

"This slogan is very suitable for our class. Whoever dares to say we are not? I will beat him up, aunt."

She raised her face arrogantly, looking like a gangster princess.

"Boss is right!"

"Sister is mighty and domineering!"

The maid under her command quickly followed her with her answer.

"Okay, listen to me later and read together."

Qin Min put his hands on his hips and shouted with a full breath.

With her and Li Kexin coming forward to help, Zheng Yuting naturally had to be much easier in managing her classmates in the class.

"Let's practice for a while, walk on the spot, and find the right rhythm."

Li Kexin said, picked up the whistle and blew it at the rhythm of one, two, one.

The huge square formation is extremely scattered.

Some people are so perfunctory that they are too lazy to lift their legs, and their pace is not on the same channel. They have very poor mental outlook and feel that many people are sleepwalking.

"It's like driving a corpse."

Zheng Yuting muttered in a low voice, and Li Kexin, who was beside her, couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"Guo Tao, can you be serious?"

Wang Bin looked sideways and scolded a boy who was whispering to each other.

The boy turned around and stopped talking, but just curled his lips, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

There are always some thorns in every class, or black sheep.

In fact, Wang Bin also belongs to this category, but seeing Li Kexin working so hard to rectify and train, he, a bad sheep, also had the idea of ​​becoming a good person.

"Next try to walk in one step!"

Leading by Zheng Yuting holding the class sign of Class 3 and 4 of Senior High School, the group walked to the plastic track.

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

The footsteps were quite neat, but they were not as standard as in military training.

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

Li Kexin whistled to face the rising sun in the morning.

"The literary masters are the leader! The warriors are the leader! Only my four classes will dominate the world!"

The little girl with a golden bob head yelled out loud on the empty playground.

The slightly sweet baby sound sounds strangely cute.

The gangsters who followed her also responded in unison.

The first time, few people shouted.

Most girls didn't speak, so Qin Min's voice was particularly prominent.

At this time, there were also students from other classes participating in the training of the square formation on the playground. From time to time, some people looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Where are you laughing at you? I laugh at you so hot! I laugh at you so much!"

The little girl frowned slightly and scolded her.

She looked around, and everyone avoided her gaze wherever she looked.

The huge playground was quiet for a few seconds.

Su Songyi, who was holding the national flag in the distance, heard the movement and couldn't help but cover his face.

This girl is still as stingy as before.

Although she is not good at speaking swearing, she is still cute.

Just after she scolded her, Wang Bin yelled in the square formation: "The literary master is dominant! The warrior is dominant! Only my four classes! Dominate the world!"

"Highlights! I still want to drive a warship if I have such a small voice?"

When Wang Bin heard this, he raised his voice and shouted again in a slightly hoarse voice.

The slogans in the square immediately rose octave, and some shy girls spoke.

While chanting the slogan, he smiled.

"Okay, very energetic!"

Qin Min clapped his hands.

"At that time, the momentum of our formation must surpass all classes!"

Infected by her majestic momentum, the mental outlook of Fangge has obviously improved a lot, at least it is no longer "Xiangxi corpse driving away".

"Legs up!"

"Swing your arms!"

"Chen Meng, it's Shunguai! Look at how you walk next to you!"

"Yan Song, stop wearing headphones!"

Qin Min walked in front, looked back from time to time, and gave a few lessons.

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

The team followed the runway and passed the rostrum.

Su Songyi changed into a military uniform and tidied up his clothes.
To be continued...