At this time, more than a hundred people gathered together, which was quite noisy.
It can be said that the lack of rules and discipline has been taken to the extreme.
Fortunately, this chaos did not last long. Soon, organizers stepped forward. First, they separated boys and girls, and then organized them into groups, with four people in one group, four in one large group, and then selected
Captain, captain.
Obviously, for these matters, personnel arrangements have already been made as early as when the list was submitted. People who are familiar with each other are assigned to a group.
This does not mean that all subsequent activities will be conducted in groups, but it is just for the convenience of management in the early stage, and then there is the allocation of tents.
In short, it is difficult to do such a thing well without certain organizational and execution capabilities.
The commander-in-chief of this grouping was a girl with braided braids and a pair of thin eyeglasses on her face. Zhao Cheng had seen him a few times at some large-scale school events.
Now the other party seems to be the vice president of the student union.
"Are you Zhao Cheng from Class 7?"
Just then, a voice sounded.
The speaker was a handsome boy with medium-long hair and clear eyes, giving people a very clean feeling.
"Who are you?!"
Zhao Cheng looked at the teammates in front of him and seemed to have some impression, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember it.
"I'm Kong Qing from Class 3!"
"In the first half of the year, we even competed against each other in the school's final swordsmanship exam."
Zhao Cheng recalled that the person in front of him finally coincided with the vague impression in his heart.
"It turns out to be you!"
Zhao Cheng smiled.
"Speaking of which, when did you join the student union? Why do I seem to have never seen you?"
Kong Qing asked curiously.
In fact, he had no impression of this opponent at first, but when he was in the water group yesterday, the name Zhao Cheng suddenly reminded him of what happened more than half a year ago, and he remembered that he also fought against someone named Zhao Cheng.
Of course, he also knew that the two people could not be the same person, but he still had an extra impression. Unexpectedly, he actually saw them today.
"I'm not a member of the student union. My sister came here and my family was worried, so they asked me to follow her and have a few meals."
Zhao Cheng waved his hand and said.
"Who is your sister?"
Kong Qing followed Zhao Cheng's words and asked.
"Zhao Xiaoxiang, who is in the third grade of junior high school."
Zhao Cheng replied.
"Hello, uncle!"
Kong Qing immediately stood in awe.
Then, before Zhao Cheng could reply, he smiled and said: "Just kidding, but you may not know, Old Zhao, that your girl is very popular in the student union. Not only is she beautiful, she has a gentle and generous personality, but she is also very good at what she does.
, you can be called a royal and beautiful girl, many boys and girls are surrounding your girl."
"Did you never expect that my girl could be so powerful outside?"
"indeed!"
Zhao Cheng nodded. He didn't know much about Zhao Xiaoxiang's life in school.
"Speaking of which, I originally wanted to bring my sister out for this event and let her move around, but unfortunately she prefers squatting at home."
Kong Qing shook his head as he spoke.
"It would be great if my girl could be like yours."
When Zhao Cheng heard Kong Qing's words, he thought about his impression of the imageless figure who watched idol dramas on time after school every day. He felt that the person he spoke of did not have the same style of painting.
Asking him to write a document so late at night, is this called gentleness and generosity?!
Zhao Cheng looked up and saw that Zhao Xiaoxiang was one of the commanders, assigning tasks.
As for the people in his class, Zhao Cheng has never met anyone.
As early as when I first entered junior high school, there seemed to be a few members of the student union in my class, but even those at the back thought it was too troublesome, so they all left.
This situation is normal. Every year when new people are recruited, they all dig in because of the novelty. After a month or two, they will be 70% or 80% withdrawn.
Qingyuan also divides students into classes according to their grades. The top group in a certain age group is called Class One, and Class One's teaching resources are naturally the best.
Class 2 to Class 6, these five classes belong to the fast class, and they are all top students.
From then on, as far as the second year of high school is concerned, the six classes from Class 7 to Class 12 are ordinary classes, and their grades are neither good nor bad.
As for Class 13 to Class 22, they belong to the last class. They are all people who have given up studying and most of them are hanging around.
In a place like the Student Union, the students there are usually from the first six classes, or the last class.
In the former case, top students go there to train themselves and add something to their resume. In the case of the latter, they are just too busy and want to go in to play and find something to do.
Those who are neither in a class nor in a class are usually more Buddhist. Whether it is participating in activities or participating in organizations, if there is no one behind them to push them, they will generally not move.
He was the only person in his class, but Zhao Cheng saw a few people in the kendo class, but not many.
But if you think about it carefully, most of the students in the kendo class focus on swordsmanship. Unless they are interested in training their abilities in this area, they will not join such a multi-tasking organization.
Zhao Cheng was not familiar with those people, but they seemed to be aware of Zhao Cheng's gaze, and they nodded to Zhao Cheng, which was considered a greeting.
"Why, did you see your friend?!"
Kong Qing asked curiously when he saw Zhao Cheng nodding frequently.
"I saw a few familiar people."
Zhao Cheng said.
…
Similar questions and answers also occurred in several places, and the answers from several people were similar. There was no such thing as pointing at Zhao Cheng and saying that he was so and so, that kind of rude thing.
…
Due to the organization and the large number of people, the equipment was quickly moved.
When doing this kind of physical work, there was nothing like boys moving things and girls watching a show.
But those who are able work harder.
Boys and girls should do what they can.
Girls in this world have had kendo lessons since they were young. Even if they can’t do anything well, they have become independent and independent under the influence of subtle influences. Girls can hold up half the sky. Zhao Cheng has never seen one in all these years.
People who call for equality between men and women, but at the same time want women to be given priority.
"You are really strong. It seems that your swordsmanship has improved very quickly in the past six months. I think if I meet you again in the next test, I'm afraid I won't be your match."
Next to a pile of parts, Kong Qing said with a smile.
As for Zhao Cheng, at this time, he was holding a piece of paper and studying it.
Setting up a tent seems simple, but in actual practice, it is also a skill to set up a tent that looks good and is usable.
"I've been practicing swordplay more diligently recently."
Zhao Cheng responded casually.
"This area is pretty good, very flat. All we need to do is clear away the weeds, stones and fallen leaves."
