The next morning, a large area of ​​people were crowded early in the playground of Zhengyang No. 13 Middle School.

There are students and parents.

The crowd gathered together in groups of three or three.

When there are parents, the students' behavior is a bit restrained, while parents are talking about their children and learning. Parents of good students are naturally the focus.

Lin Xiaoqing's mother Zhao Hongjuan was surrounded by several parents in Class 3.

Zhao Hongjuan was wearing a fancy dress and her outstanding figure was fully displayed. She was wearing her hair and glasses, and had a gentle temperament. Standing with Lin Xiaoqing, no one could imagine that she was a mother and daughter.

at this time.

Zhao Hongjuan was talking about her daughter's grades, "Our family Xiaoqing is not bad in Chinese and English, but she is a little worse in science, and she always gets points in mathematics and physics."

"I'm quite worried. Now I'm in my third year of high school, it's too late to chase her if I don't chase her. I'm going to sign her up for a cram school. I'll see it right at night, the gold medal teacher..."

Lin Xiaoqing stood beside her and pretended to be smiling.

Zhao Yi passed by and Lin Xiaoqing waved his hand, and was called when he was about to walk away.

"Zhao Yi!"

Lin Xiaoqing saw Zhao Yi, as if she had seen her savior. She interrupted Zhao's mother's speech and said enthusiastically, "This is my classmate Zhao Yi. He also gave a speech today, and the speech was well written."

A group of parents' scrutiny eyes came over, and Zhao Yi felt the pressure.

He is different from other students.

During the day, his parents went to work, but he didn't even tell his family.

Parents are light.

Zhao Hongjuan asked enthusiastically, "Zhao Yi! I remember that our Xiaoqing said to you, your academic performance is very good, right?"

Zhao Hongjuan felt that being able to give a speech on stage would definitely prove that she had good academic performance.

"ah?"

Zhao Yi looked at Lin Xiaoqing in confusion, and Lin Xiaoqing rolled her eyes to indicate that she had never said anything.

A male parent with a sham beard suddenly laughed, "If you want to say that Zhao Yi is a child who speaks and does things well, he will be a capable person in the future!"

The meaning of the word is that you can't learn.

Zhao Yi turned his head over.

Facial.

After thinking about it, I remembered that it was Sun Liang's father.

When parents heard that Zhao Yi was not good at studying, they immediately lost interest.

Zhao Hongjuan continued a little embarrassedly, "I am in my third year of high school, I have to study hard for a year."

"Yes! It's the third year of high school!"

"It's the last year, it's too late to not study!"

"If you work hard for a year, you may be able to get a bachelor's degree. If you don't have enough time, you can get a third-tier university..."

Zhao Yi was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He looked at Lin Xiaoqing hatefully, and then asked Sun Zhiguodao, "Uncle, where is Sun Liang?"

Sun Zhiguo pointed in a direction, "On there! This child is unwilling to stand with me."

"I'm going to find Sun Liang!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yi quickly walked away.

"Team one, the far left!"

"Second three, here!"

When the conference was about to begin, the class teachers stood in a predetermined position and let the students gather together, and the parents' positions corresponded to the students.

The boys in the class went upstairs and helped to move the stool to the playground.

Parents have stools and students stand.

When the principal came on stage to speak, Zhao Yi, who was standing, simply pulled Sun Liang and sat on the empty stool to the side, squeezed in front of the crowd and couldn't see it.

The senior year meeting of Zhengyang No. 13 Middle School is nothing more than a few processes.

First, the principal spoke.

The second one to go on stage was the grade director who reported and summarized the grades of the entire grade and praised those students with excellent grades.

Next comes the time for students to give speeches.

The first person to go on stage was Cui Wei from Class 7 of the Arts Department. Cui Wei was tall and handsome, and played football and basketball well. He was good at sports. The only thing he was not good at was learning.

Cui Wei gave a speech for the student representative for the first time. He was obviously a little nervous, especially with a large group of parents in the audience, and hundreds of people were under great pressure to watch.

After he went up, he lowered his head to read the draft, and he didn't even raise his head during the process.

Parents are also talking about it.

"Why is Cui Wei? His grades are the last? Not to mention taking the undergraduate degree, it's all luck to go to a junior college!"

This is still good.

Some parents have a very toxic mouth, and can suffocate people to death with just one sentence. "Look at what he said, 'Swear on behalf of senior high school students, study hard in the last year'. Did he represent all senior high school students? Still studying hard? He took our children to play!"

"He copied his manuscript, I still believe what he said in another person..."

Zhao Yi's face turned black as he heard this.

To be honest, Cui Wei's speech was pretty good. The content of the speech was very exciting, with clear pronunciation and a little emotional. However, his grades were too poor and he was a little famous from No. 13 Middle School. Many parents knew that his grades were not good.

If your grades are not good, how do you represent all students?

If you have poor grades, no matter how sensational the things you write, they are all fake, big, and empty!

Zhao Yi is about to go on stage. The theme of his speech is to talk about ideals, life, and to cooperate with his achievements, which is definitely "fake, big, empty".

This is embarrassing!

When Cui Wei finished his speech, the applause from the audience was sparse, and a group of familiar classmates applauded and praised it.

The host teacher shouted to the microphone, "Next, please invite Zhao Yi, a student representative of Class 3, Grade 3, to give a speech on stage!"

In Class 3, a group of people looked at Zhao Yi.

"Zhao Yi, it's your turn!" Sun Liang pushed Zhao Yi.

"Hurry up!"

"When you go up, you must be stronger than Cui Wei! Give us a sigh of relief!"

Lin Xiaoqing was next to Zhao Yi, bowing her head and keeping her back in front of the manuscript, and seizing the time to sharpen her guns at the end of the battle. She was preparing to go on stage without the manuscript.

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and stood up, reached out and handed the manuscript to Lin Xiaoqing.

"how?"

Lin Xiaoqing took the manuscript and was a little confused, so she heard Zhao Yi say with a smile on her lips, "I'll give it to you, no charge!"

He stepped onto the podium.

There were more than 500 people on the playground, including teachers, students, and even the school security guards and convenience store owners gathered around to join in the fun.

Zhao Yi took a brisk pace and stopped under the flagpole - the most conspicuous position. He turned around and raised his head to the bottom of the stage, and a curved line appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was no sign of any nervousness at all.

He picked up the microphone and teased like a sound test, "I am Zhao Yi from Class 3. Do you all know me? It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you will know each other today."

“Hulala…”

There was a burst of laughter in the audience, and the students shouted, "I know! We all know!"

Zhao Yi then opened the show, "I am a representative today to give a speech, and it's very stressful! The first time in three years in high school! Here, I would like to thank the leaders and teachers for their trust." He bowed slightly.

The teachers in the front row looked at each other and had a good impression - this student was not nervous at all and had a much better mentality than his peers.

"To be honest, I don't want to be a representative."

Zhao Yi's tone was very sincere, "According to the theory of performance representation, I only ranked more than a dozen in the class, and at most I represented students with worse grades than me."

"So, I will give a speech on behalf of the students in the middle and lower rankings."

“Hula~”

All the students were energetic.

The teachers in the front row looked at each other and looked at Teacher Sun. Teacher Sun frowned slightly. What she heard was different from the manuscript she saw.

Zhao Yi entered the main content, "As a student with a mid-level grade, I have already felt the pressure, with the pressure given by parents and the pressure given by schools, but most importantly, I am worried about the future."

"It's a sad thing to study at our age."

"Back ten years ago, twenty years ago, college students were a rare breed, and graduation was assigned to jobs, but now they can only find jobs by themselves. Looking to the future, a few years later, when we graduate from college, maybe in an ordinary position, you will face more than nine competitors."

"This is not a random imagination, but a reality that must be faced."

Zhao Yi's expression became serious, "Our students with middle and lower grades are going to be an ordinary undergraduate or a junior college. Do they have any competitiveness in society after graduation?"
To be continued...