"stupid."
Yu Xinghe chuckled and opened his eyes. "Even if the whole school went to cheer for your big devil, I'm afraid he wouldn't even spare a glance."
Her baby Nian Nian is really a little silly.
Fortunately, the big devil had a bad reputation in No. 1 Middle School, so the girls didn't dare to treat him like they did when they handed love letters and confessed their feelings to Fang Xun.
Otherwise, this confused little girl would have countless rivals in love.
"All he wants is your encouragement. He doesn't care about anyone else's."
Yu Xinghe gave an accurate summary.
Her expression was calm and her eyes were profound, like a monk who had just achieved enlightenment.
"Well, that's how it is."
The little white rabbit's face began to turn red and hot again, and he held her hand tighter, and his little body shrank into her arms.
"I might as well just call you Little Confused from now on."
Yu Xinghe curled his lips, gently scratched her nose, and smiled somewhat dotingly.
He glanced in the direction of the check-in area, decided to sacrifice himself, and straightened up.
"Come on, I'll go with you to take a look."
Being a light bulb or something like that is not so unacceptable.
At least seeing her happy makes everything worth it.
Yu Xinghe smiled.
"He He, Nian Nian, where are you going?"
The girl who had just given them chocolate looked up, revealing a pair of thick myopic glasses on her nose.
“We…”
Yu Xinghe had been smart since she was little, and immediately understood why she stopped them. "We're just about to pass by the podium. Do you need us to deliver a manuscript?"
The girl nodded, and even her glasses shook.
So the two of them were stuffed with more than a dozen manuscripts, and were specifically told before leaving:
"Our class's manuscript hasn't been read yet, so we're relying on you."
The two people who were entrusted with the important task walked hand in hand along the playground railing.
The wet lawn was scorched by the scorching sun, and the mist had long since dissipated.
When you step on it, there will be a slight "crunching" sound.
…
On the podium, there was a long row of tables and chairs. The tables were covered with green velvet, and several microphones were placed on them in sequence.
Jiang Nanqiao sat in the center position, adjusting the height of the microphone out of boredom.
There were no people sitting on the two seats on her left and right, as they had all gone to participate in the competition.
She was the only one left to take on the responsibility of reading the cheering script.
On the table nearby, a thick stack of cheering letters had been piled up, held down by a black block to prevent them from being blown around by the wind.
These are from three grade levels.
Jiang Nanqiao looked towards the front right of the rostrum.
There were three middle-aged men sitting there.
The one in the middle with thinning hair is the principal who is very busy and they hardly see him.
He personally brought over a stool and sat in the front row, as if waiting to watch the game.
The view from the rostrum is great, and the entire playground is in sight.
A lot of people had gathered on the lawn in the middle of the playground. Most of them had number tags on their bodies, and it seemed that they were participating in the javelin throwing or shot throwing competitions.
There were also many students wearing red vests and walking around with digital cameras taking photos.
Of course, most people just go there to join in the fun.
After all, every class has a project booklet. Fang Xun and He Sui are two male gods with equal popularity in No. 1 Middle School, so their competition will naturally attract a lot of attention.
It seemed as if the two of them had some kind of unspeakable tacit understanding and both signed up for the men's 200m and men's 400m races.
This makes these two projects very popular.
The only pity is that one of them is in the first grade and the other is in the second grade, and they are not competing together.
Otherwise, you can see a fierce scene of the two competing for the first place.
Students crowded around to find prime seats in advance, waiting to cheer them on.
Some girls even came to the registration office in groups, bringing mineral water or functional drinks, chocolate and some homemade bread and snacks, and waited anxiously.
Trying to find a suitable time to give them what you have.
Jiang Nanqiao adjusted the microphone and took the thick stack of encouragement manuscripts beside him.
"Tsk, it would be great if this were money."
Many students came one after another to give her encouragement manuscripts, and acted coquettishly or cutely towards her, hoping that she would read the manuscripts for their class.
In every sports meet, the class whose cheering speeches are read the most will win a prize.
Jiang Nanqiao agreed to all of them.
There are only three people in the radio station, besides her, there is Fang Xun and a senior high school student.
It seems like it's time to have a good talk with Fang, the busy and elusive student union president.
Recruit people for the radio station!
"Senior Nan Qiao."
Just as Jiang Nanqiao was about to start reading the encouragement script, someone gently poked her on the back and called her softly.
When I turned around, I saw that the person coming was a girl who looked particularly well-behaved.
She still looks familiar!
Jiang Nanqiao smiled, remembering someone's expression at the opening ceremony not long ago.
"School girl, it's you."
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