Jiang Qian: Polite, but not much.
However, Jiang Qian didn't care about any of that: "I don't want to be your older brother, I'm just helping you get it."
The group chatted and laughed as they walked to the playground.
At this moment, a row of tables was set up on the flag-raising platform, and the tables were filled with school leaders.
The principal sat happily in the middle, occasionally taking out his phone to shoot videos.
When the music stopped, all the students were seated, and each class reported the number of students.
After the confirmation was completed, the microphone was handed to the principal.
The smiling old man took the microphone and briefly recounted the contents of his long speech: "I know that what everyone is most looking forward to right now is their final grades. Not many people want to listen to an old man like me speak, so I'll stop here."
"Next, let our security guards tell you about the precautions for the Spring Festival."
The principal handed the microphone to a teacher from the security office and leisurely took a sip of hot tea.
He didn't want to talk that much; he was too tired.
The teachers in the security office knew the principal's style of doing things.
He highlighted some key points, such as precautions for setting off firecrackers, pasting couplets, and doing a thorough cleaning.
Finally, the teacher said, "It's freezing cold now, so please don't walk on the frozen lake."
"Nobody knows how thick the ice is. If you accidentally fall, it could be a tragedy. Does everyone know that?"
The row of students sitting below: "Okay!"
The microphone was handed back to the principal.
The principal glanced at the list and immediately said with a smile, "Alright, now I'll announce the top ten students from each grade to come up and receive their awards. Everyone looks very excited."
"The first place in first grade is..."
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