Chapter 243: You will be optimistic about them in the future, right?
Zhuo Yongfei's whole body was tense, veins popped out of his head, and he bit his lips hard with his teeth to prevent himself from laughing.
Damn.
I shouldn't have looked back.
"Look back! Zhuo Yongfei! Don't forget your responsibility!" Chen Tianming shouted loudly.
"I'm sorry!" Zhuo Yongfei corrected his mistake and turned his head.
"Referee! Start! The game begins!" The morale of Class 9 has been scattered, and now is the best opportunity to pursue the victory. Bai Bufan and others saw that the plan worked and shouted loudly from behind.
After all, the longer the people in Class 9 look at Chen Tianming's face now, the easier it is to develop drug resistance, so they must seize the time.
Chen Tianming felt the gazes of the people around him and remained calm and indifferent.
Honor and disgrace are not surprising, and nothing can affect me.
Indeed, if I humiliate myself like this today, perhaps I will completely lose the right to choose a spouse in Nansang Middle School.
But why would I care about this?
Three thousand rivers, I only want Qiaoqiao's licking and licking! !
As the front row of the tug-of-war of Class 4 of Senior 1, Chen Tianming has long been ready to sacrifice!
As long as he can meet Qiaoqiao, Chen Tianming is willing to burn everything he has.
What's more, Class 17 also has to compete, and Yao Qiaoqiao, as one of the contestants, will not see this scene now.
As for the aftermath... history is written by the victors.
"Teacher! Please start the game!" Therefore, Chen Tianming calmly urged the referee, "Don't waste time!" "
I didn't touch it!" The referee, who was still laughing, turned his head and denied it, "I was just laughing!"
Chen Tianming: "?"
Wait.
Fuck you.
"If you didn't touch it, you didn't touch it, compete, teacher!" Chen Tianming said coldly.
"Oh haha, okay, Class 9, quickly regroup!" The referee, who was given a face by the student, did not feel offended. His facial features were distorted because of holding back laughter. He nodded and whistled at Class 9, signaling.
Class 9 immediately readjusted their postures, but some of them had a low sense of laughter, because they looked at Chen Tianming again, especially because he was still very serious, and they couldn't hold back their laughter.
Damn it! Class 4's mind is too vicious!
They finally realized it later.
"Everyone, take your positions--" "
From today on, I will go to the toilet by myself, mom and dad, don't look down on me--"
Chen Tianming's faint singing voice continued to sound at this time, floating towards Class 9.
A person with ugly makeup and two green onions on his nose sang a nursery rhyme in a very serious tone.
It's hard to hold back laughter, which is not something that outsiders can tell.
Zhuo Yongfei's lips were bitten and bloodless.
Dead mouth, tonic smile!
Why didn't I listen to Chen Tianming, why did I have to look back!
"Beep--" The referee picked up the whistle that had just fallen to his neck because of laughing and put it back in his mouth, and then blew it hard!
[Charge], open!
Lin Li did not hold back this time, and he went all out.
"Come on! Come on! Class 4! Come on!"
"One-two-pull!!! One-two-pull!!!"
The moment the whistle sounded, the red rope suddenly rushed to Class 4. When Class 9 began to exert force, they found that they could not stop the decline at all. The red rope was still moving towards Class 4 while swaying!
"Beep-"
"Class 4 wins! The second round will start in five minutes!"
The referee announced the result.
"We are the champions again! We are the champions again!" Wang Ze, who did not step on Lin Li's shoes this time, turned around excitedly and hugged Lin Li.
"I feel that Class 9 is not as strong as I imagined. I won without trying as hard as I did yesterday." Bai Bufan said proudly.
"I'm going to taunt Yu Cheng."
Wang Ze pointed at the opposite shot put athlete and taunted him. He gave him an inverted thumbs up.
He was smart. He kept a distance and taunted, probably knowing that it would be difficult to come back alive if he really got close.
At this time, Lin Li, the second-class hero, smiled but said nothing, hiding his merits and fame.
The power provided by Wang Ze and Bai Bufan combined was not as great as his.
As for who the first-class hero is -
Lin Libai Bufan and Zhou Baowei looked at each other, nodded, and shouted in unison to the front:
"Senior Brother Tianming, please help our Class 4!"
"Senior Brother Tianming, please help our Class 4!"
Facing the petition of the master, Chen Tianming only left them with a back full of stories, but his clenched right hand slowly raised high, which... represents victory!
It means that he heard everyone's voice!
The contestants of Class 9 tug-of-war were really a little bit overwhelmed at this time.
What kind of class is Class 4? It seems to be very fun.
"Referee, this... Hahaha, is it a fucking foul?"
"Isn't this a bit unfair? It feels like interference with us."
Several students who take the tug-of-war project more seriously began to protest to the referee.
"Is this also considered interference? Don't be ugly and have no human rights? Our brother Tianming has been like this since he was born! Natural face, never had plastic surgery! Don't be jealous, you black fans!" Lin Libai Bufan and several fans came to protect their master after smelling the smell.
"Your mother was born with two green onions!"
"The gene has mutated, and the umbilical cord has become a green onion, isn't that okay?"
"That's fine, that makes sense."
Chen Tianming: "..."
You guys defended it very well, don't defend it again next time.
The referee smiled and shook his head at the students from Class 9 who protested: "It's not a foul. I would define interference as a foul, which is verbal abuse and physical touching, but this kind of makeup on yourself is not included in the list."
The most important thing about fun events is fun. There are no prizes for winning, just a few points.
So who said this makeup is not good? This makeup is amazing.
Upon hearing this, Class 9 did not argue anymore, and commented that Class 4 did a good job.
But we can't just sit there and wait for death.
The students from Class 9 subconsciously stared at the person standing in the front of their class.
The guy took two steps back: "?"
"No? Wait?"
"Five minutes left! Who brought something that can make you look ugly?! Hurry! We need to learn from the enemy to defeat them!"
"I have a red pen here!"
"I have a hair band here!"
"I have socks here!"
"I have two cigarette butts here!"
"I have spit here!"
"No, who the hell burned my butt with a cigarette butt?"
"Did you say thank you?"
- The last few sentences were all shouted by Lin Li and Bai Bufan who mixed in.
Class 9 began to abuse their classmates.
After Bai Bufan and Lin Li were driven away, they went back to take care of their brother. Bai Bufan went up to massage Chen Tianming's shoulders, and Lin Li went up to touch up his makeup.
"Class monitor, I'm sorry, our brother doesn't allow photos." When seeing Chen Yuying approaching stealthily with a camera, Lin Li immediately stepped forward to drive her away and blocked the camera lens.
"Can I just take one photo, please." Chen Yuying put her hands together and prayed.
"I've said it, yes." Lin Li's tone was still firm, and the fingers that were blocking the camera quietly opened a gap, just enough for the lens to pass through.
"Click."
Chen Tianming: "?"
The bodyguard hired by the cinema? Such a crappy professional quality?
"Chen Tianming, thank you for your sacrifice. Without you, we might lose." After Chen Yuying finished shooting, she smiled and said to Chen Tianming.
Chen Tianming was a little embarrassed and touched the back of his head. He was about to be polite, but Bai Bufan suddenly corrected him: "I've told you so many times not to point the gun at your own people."
Chen Tianming: "..."
Fuck you.
On the side, Wang Yuezhi's eyes widened.
So you can be praised just like this?
And be praised with a smile?
Isn't this your strength?
Wang Yuezhi's eyes lit up, and he looked at the time. There were still a few minutes before the next round started, so he had time.
He ran to the dormitory.
Hearing Chen Yuying say this, not only Wang Yuezhi reacted, but also his lunchtime good brother Lin Li.
"Without me, the class will lose, class monitor, please help me too?" Lin Li was not happy.
"Okay, okay, you've worked hard too, you've worked hard too." Chen Yuying smiled and went forward to coax the childish Lin Li.
...
Five minutes passed quickly, and the second round began.
The leading boy in Class 9 was also drawn all over by the marker at this moment, his hairstyle was a mess (physics), and two cigarette butts picked up from the ground were hanging by his ears. At this moment, he stood at the front with no desire to live.
However, this level of offensive was really a joke for Class 4.
Lin Li, the first killer of the Qing Dynasty, was in front, and Chen Tianming, the second killer of the Qing Dynasty, was behind. Everyone's heart had already been chilled to the bone.
Besides, Lin Li and Bai Bufan usually live like a joke. After watching for so long, the laughter point is no longer so low.
However, Class 9 also conducted desensitization training in the five minutes, forcing themselves to stare at Chen Tianming, so Chen Tianming's lethality was also much weaker.
It is still unknown who will win.
"Both sides are ready." The referee likes to see this. After laughing, he indicated that the game is about to begin.
Both sides stand firm, squat, and hold the rope tightly.
"Wait a minute!"
The crowd parted, and Lin Li's peripheral vision caught a little red and moved closer.
oo, OO? !
A figure wearing a colorful wig, at this time, walked between the two opposing armies.
He first pinched his red nose, and then spread his hands: "I'm... a clown, I'm... a joker!"
Some people just stood there and did nothing, and they could feel his ridiculous and terrifying.
Everyone in Class 9: "?"
No, there are masters?
This is a backhand specially left by Class 4 considering that Chen Tianming will not be so aggressive in the second game?
Class 4 is too meticulous.
Moreover, the performance of this guy with the backhand... has a natural feeling... unreasonable, unimaginable... It's simply the clown's human pillar...
Everyone in Class 9 began to grit their teeth and take deep breaths, and most of them chose to close their eyes.
If they continued to watch, they would really explode.
But Wang Yuezhi forgot about Guan Youshang.
"Wang Yuezhi, what the hell are you doing? Hahaha! Where did you get this hair?
Fuck!" Lin Li was the first one who couldn't hold back. Why did he manifest his martial spirit body for no reason? !
"Don't mind me!" Wang Yuezhi turned his head and shouted coldly: "I will make them laugh, and you, just need to use your strength! Let's... win this victory together! Don't hold me back!"
Lin Li: "?"
What a passionate speech! It's on fire!
Duchenne muscles! Zygomatic major muscles! Laughter muscles! All of them are on fire for me——
"Hahahahahahaha!! Fuck!"
"The problem is that we want to laugh when you do this!!" Wang Ze was really f**king crazy.
"I can't stand it anymore!" Bai Bufan followed closely.
Rarely, the referee, Class 4 and Class 9 all collapsed, and the tug-of-war rope that was originally taut was limp.
Wang Yuezhi: “?”
“But I’m just facing you with my back! Do you want to laugh?” He didn’t understand.
“Yeah, I want to laugh.”
Everyone nodded in unison and then laughed.
Wang Yuezhi: “…”
Class 4, this bunch of useless people, dragged him down.
“Squad leader, I’m sorry, I disappoint you.” Helplessly, Wang Yuezhi could only leave the stage sadly. When he passed by Chen Yuying, he said sadly.
Chen Yuying, holding a camera: “Eh?”
Hmm? Sorry for what? Disappointed?
It’s quite funny.
“No, it’s okay. You’re wearing something funny. Many people in Class 9 can’t stand it.” Chen Yuying said politely, “Do you want to… take a photo?”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll keep working hard! Great!” Wang Yuezhi was fully revived.
Chen Yuying: “?”
…
2-0.
Although the second game was a bit difficult, they still won.
Class 4 cheered.
Class 9 lost… and they didn’t complain.
Being able to see these scenes, it’s worth the price of admission even if they lost.
"Chen Tianming! Chen Tianming! Chen Tianming!" The boys threw Chen Tianming up high and caught him, shouting his name.
"Okay, okay, it's all my responsibility." It was quite nice to be the center of attention. After Chen Tianming motioned everyone to put it down, he smiled and said modestly:
"Besides, I'm not just doing this for everyone. It can even be said that everyone is helping me to work hard for my Qiaoqiao, so this is a common victory for our Class 4!"
"Okay!"
"That's right!"
Everyone recognized Chen Tianming's high level of language.
"Wang Ze, the next responsibility is handed over to you," Chen Tianming looked at Wang Ze, "Tomorrow's draw must be for Class 17!"
"Haha, Tianming, I just went to see that Class 17 failed to win." Wang Ze hooked Chen Tianming's shoulder and said.
"Of course Class 17 won..." Chen Tianming's mouth, which had just opened, closed again when he found something wrong.
"..."
He stared at Wang Ze: "Wang Ze, what do you mean by failed to win."
Wang Ze smiled the same way he smiled at Lin Li yesterday.
"Speak."
"Class 17 lost." Wang Ze turned his eyes away, not daring to look Chen Tianming in the face. "My assessment of combat power was wrong, and it was a 2-0 defeat."
Chen Tianming: "..."
Class 17 lost?
Then what was the point of abandoning everything and seeking this victory?
It turned out that it was not him who broke the appointment, but Qiaoqiao? When
Bai, Lin, and Zhou heard Wang Ze's words, they all turned their heads away and folded their hands in front of them.
They couldn't bear to see a desperate licking dog.
Chen Tianming's body trembled, he knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky: "No--!!"
Lin Li: "Snowflakes are fluttering~"
Bai Bufan: "The north wind is whistling~"
...
When Wednesday, Lin Li saw that the leading student in the opposite tug-of-war team was also made very funny by heavy makeup.
He realized that the tug-of-war competition in Nansang Middle School seemed to have changed a little.
…
[Do your best to participate in the sect martial arts competition and win at least three first prizes for yourself or your sect, including at least two in direct proportion (1/1; 0/2)]
"We are the real champions now!"
"We won!" "
Class 4 is invincible! Long live Class 4!"
On Thursday, the tug-of-war competition for the first grade of high school officially came to an end. With the top rival Class 9 already eliminated in advance, Class 4, with Lin Li as its hidden baby, ascended the throne without any difficulty.
The final was a best-of-five game, but it was still 3-0.
Class 4 celebrated again and again.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same.
Of course, it was not the opposite class that was sad.
On the side of the basketball court.
Principal Wang was silent.
"Teacher Zhou, can you tell me why the tug-of-war competition has become like this?" He hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help but speak.
After hearing that today was the final of the tug-of-war for the first grade of high school, Principal Wang came to watch the game.
Then he found that among the 33 people on both sides, there were seven with weird makeup on their faces, nine with messy hairstyles, and four wearing strange costumes.
At this time, he was confused.
What are you doing?
Is this still a tug-of-war competition? Isn't this a challenge to not laugh?
Is my school now mass-producing the top 100 UPs?
"Principal, this is a good question. I think you have to ask Teacher Xue." Upon hearing this, the referee Teacher Zhou silently turned his eyes to the head teacher of Class 4.
So Principal Wang also looked at Xue Jian.
Xue Jian: "..."
What are you looking at me for.
Xue Jian did not look at Principal Wang, but looked at his own class, to be precise, Lin Li and Bai Bufan who were being thrown up and down:
"Principal, this is a good question. I think you have to ask Lin Li and Bai Bufan."
"Do you need me to call them over for you?"
Principal Wang: "..."
Damn, these two unfilial students again.
But for some reason, it seemed reasonable.
"Forget about the two of them." Principal Wang shook his head. He really didn't want to have a conversation with the anti-pornography pioneer and the anti-pornography pioneer dog.
But he had one more thing to ask Xue Jian.
"It's good to do it this way. Everyone is very happy. It doesn't matter if we lose. It achieves the purpose of our fun project from another perspective, but-"
"Teacher Xue, for this tug-of-war competition, you specially invited a clown to make the students on the other side laugh? So much money?" Principal Wang
pointed at the clown wearing a polka dot jumpsuit, gloves, a wig and a red nose on the basketball court and asked in confusion.
Why did you say there were 33 people on both teams just now?
It was because there were 16 people on each side of the tug-of-war, and there was a clown performing on the side in Class 4, so they invited foreign aid.
Xue Jian: "..."
Xue Jian looked at Wang Yuezhi.
For this quiet and worry-free good student-at least he used to be, Xue Jian took a deep breath, then looked up at the sky, and said a little desolately:
"He was not invited, he is also my student."
Principal Wang: "?"
Is Class 4 of Senior One the place where someone robbed the earth mausoleum? Talents that only appear once in a century, yet so many of them gathered at the same time and place?
"Has he practiced acrobatics? Does anyone in his family run a circus?"
"I don't know, probably not." Xue Jian shook his head.
"Then... how is this kid so skilled in playing the clown? Others don't act like one, but he doesn't."
Xue Jian didn't look at Principal Wang again, but looked at his own class, where Lin Li and Bai Bufan were still being tossed up and down:
"Principal, this is a very good question. I think you should ask Lin Li and Bai Bufan."
"Do you need me to call them over for you?"
Principal Wang: "..."
When did this illusion happen? Why do I feel like I've just seen this scene and conversation before?
No, it's not an illusion! Damn it, how can it be related to the two of them?
"Forget it."
"Yeah."
Silence.
Silence.
Principal Wang couldn't help but speak in the end: "Teacher Xue."
"What's wrong, Principal."
"Pay attention to these two kids during the sports meet."
"...I will."
...
"Ah cut!"
Bai Bufan, who had just landed, suddenly sneezed on the side.
Damn, who is wronging me.
(End of this chapter)
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