Chapter 89

There is a football field in No. 1 Middle School, which is smaller than a standard football field. It is where students usually take physical education classes.

There are no conditions for building a plastic track yet, and the playground is still made of real mud. After the rainy season, the grass on the playground grows wildly.

The nature teacher likes to bring students here to identify plants. Su Miao doesn’t know many species, but she especially likes mimosa and dandelions.

Compared with other weeds, these two are among the few plants that are relatively dynamic and can respond to people.

With just a gentle touch, the originally open mimosa will close its branches and leaves. When the noise around it gradually subsides, it will quietly unfold again, like a little girl with a strong sense of self-protection.

Compared to mimosa, dandelion is the representative of freedom and unrestrainedness. With a gentle blow, it can fly far away with the wind.

Of course, it also has its shortcomings, that is, it is too expressive. If you use too much force when picking it, its proud little wings will not be able to be restrained and will flutter down, and it will not be able to wait for the upward wind.

So every time Su Miao picked dandelions, he would pinch them with his fingernails and gently pick them off, and he would get a plump little ball of fluff.

Whenever the grass on the playground reaches a certain height, it is time for the first-year junior high school students' labor class. This happens every year without fail.

Each class was assigned an area of responsibility, and the classes were divided into groups. They went to the warehouse to get large bamboo baskets for grass, and they had to bring their own hoes and gloves from home.

Students like Ma Wenjie who live on campus from other places can get it in the warehouse, register their name and the time of receipt, and cross it out when returning it.

Because they were still children, they were not allowed to bring sickles, but there were no regulations on the size and length of hoes.

Su Miao didn't have a hoe at home, so he borrowed a small hoe from his neighbor. It was short and he had to bend down to hoe, but it was convenient and labor-saving.

On the day of weeding, the students placed the hoes they brought against the wall at the back of the classroom, making it look like an armed uprising of workers and peasants was about to begin at any moment.

Finally, it was the last class. The first-year junior high school students carried their hoes and ran to the playground. The scene was as lively as a group of chickens released from a cage.

The two labor teachers had been waiting at the playground for a long time. They clearly divided the responsible areas for each class, and everyone started working enthusiastically.

It had stopped raining for three days, and the strong sun had dried the soil a little. Suddenly, so many people were weeding together, and dust gradually rose up and filled the air.

In a short while, everyone's face and body were covered with dust, and everyone looked dirty, but this did not affect their enthusiasm.

The students are all childish and not afraid of getting dirty. Each group even has a competition with each other to see who can hoe the fastest.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" The cheers from the next class attracted everyone to turn around and look.

Wang Xin was wielding an extra-large hoe and competing with another classmate. They drew two straight lines to see who could finish hoeing first.

Such an interesting thing not only attracted students from their class, but also students from neighboring classes came over to watch the fun.

Zhang Bilian also pulled Su Miao over to look, pointing at Wang Xin and laughing: "Where did he find such a big hoe? It's as tall as him when it's erected. It's a good thing he can still dance with it."

Su Miao looked at her friend jumping around and felt that it was funny but also a little embarrassing. It was a pity that she didn't have a video camera, otherwise she would have recorded everything and played it back to make him laugh when he grew up.

The students were watching with great enthusiasm. Labor committee member Ma Wenjie was not satisfied and ran over to yell, "What are you doing! What are you doing! Don't you know what your mission is? You're just watching and not doing any work."

"Let's just take a look. It will only take a few minutes and won't waste any time." A classmate said.

"No, that won't work. It's labor class now. I'm the labor committee member. You all have to listen to me. Come back and weed!"

The students walked back unwillingly. Huang Jiaqi curled her lips and said, "Tsk! You're using chicken feathers as a token of authority."

The number of people in the training team was originally smaller than that of other classes, so they naturally worked slower than other classes in the same area. Ma Wenjie was so anxious when he saw the lagging progress of his class.

"Hurry up! Why are you so slow? Look at everyone else who is almost done, why are you so slow?"

He was running around in his class's small area, instructing this one and urging that one, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Su Miao was afraid of heat to begin with, and after being exposed to the sun for a while, she began to feel dizzy. Ma Wenjie was buzzing beside her like an annoying fly, which made her angry all of a sudden.

"I say, stop turning around. If you had that much time, why not just weed a few weeds? Wouldn't that catch up? What's the point of just talking?"

Ma Wenjie ran over excitedly, as if he had finally caught someone wrong. "Ha! Su Miao! I knew you weren't convinced. You've never been a class leader, and now you're jealous of me being the labor committee member, right?"

Su Miao laughed out loud: "Why am I jealous of you? Am I jealous that you can bully others with your might, or am I jealous that you can jump around like a flea? Get out of the way now, if you're not working, get out of the way."

She pulled the weeds she had dug up onto a winnowing basket, and Zhang Bilian picked up the basket and poured it into a large bamboo basket.

There was so much grass that some of it inevitably flew out and covered Ma Wenjie's shoes as he stood next to the winnowing basket.

He jumped up with a cry of "Ah" like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Su Miao! You're retaliating! These are new shoes I bought, and you deliberately made them dirty. I'm going to tell the teacher!"

Su Miao looked at him speechlessly. "No, brother, are you kidding me?" You're not a ten-year-old kid anymore, why are you still so childish?

Zhang Bilian rolled her eyes and said, "I spread the grass, why are you pointing at Su Miao? I told you to work today, why are you wearing new shoes? You deserve to get dirty! If you have the guts, go tell the teacher."

Ma Wenjie would definitely not go to the teacher just because his shoes were soiled while weeding. This would definitely make the teacher have a bad impression of him. However, he had finally found an excuse and did not want to let Su Miao go. They were all from Ning County, so why did everyone like her and look down on him!

Seeing him holding on to Su Miao relentlessly, Wang Xin next to him couldn't sit still any longer. This was his Wenquxing! How could he let someone bully him?

He picked up a 1.7-meter-long hoe and walked over, slamming it into the ground with force. With a dull thud, he shouted angrily, "Ma Wenjie! Why are you bullying girls? You coward!"

Wang Xin's voice was loud and firm, full of a sense of justice, which stunned Ma Wenjie for a moment.

But Su Miao slowly covered her face. Stop it, what's wrong? Is this guy also sick?