Imperial Capital No. 3 Middle School, 10pm.
Wang Yu finished the day's evening self-study with satisfaction.
As the monitor of Class 1 and a top student in the second year of high school, Wang Yu is very strict with himself.
Not only does it require you to complete the daily homework assigned by teachers perfectly, but it is also essential to do the difficult exercises you assign to yourself.
Only in this way can he stay ahead and maintain his impressive record of being the best in the grade.
And for some reason, the results today were exceptionally good. In just half an hour, he had perfectly mastered a new way of solving the problem.
This made him extremely happy.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with a few good classmates, Wang Yu walked out of the classroom.
I am preparing to go back to the dormitory to wash up and perfectly end this fulfilling day.
However, when he just walked out of the classroom, his mind was a little confused.
If it were usual, at this moment, groups of students would be walking back leisurely in the corridor outside the classroom, and another group of students would stay in the classroom for a few minutes and then go back to the dormitory when there were fewer people.
There definitely won't be too many people in the corridor.
But today, not only were the corridors filled with students, but many of them were also walking at an alarmingly fast pace, rushing forward in a hurry.
"What happened?" Wang Yu was confused.
Looking at the crowd of students in front of him, he felt a little curious for a moment.
'How about going over and taking a look?'
With a hint of doubt, Wang Yu followed the crowd and moved forward.
As the distance shortened, a faint fragrance drifted into his nostrils.
'It smells good!'
'Is someone cooking in the classroom?'
For no reason, Wang Yu's stomach began to rumble and he felt a sense of hunger.
The students around him were not much better.
"I smelled this fragrance in the classroom just now. I wanted to hurry after the evening self-study to see what was going on, but the classes in front of me blocked the corridor. Class 9 is so inhumane!"
"Why is it Class Nine?"
"Who else could it be but them? I just received news from the front that Class 9 cooked during their evening study and now all the second-year students are very hungry!"
"But it's not bad. At least under the pressure from the previous classes, Class Nine compromised and said they welcome students from other classes to eat in Class Nine."
"So you are all waiting to go to Class 9 for dinner?" Wang Yu pushed his glasses and asked curiously.
"What else?" The other person casually replied, "It smells so good and it's free, why not eat it?"
The other students nodded.
Wang Yu suddenly realized that he was actually cooking after all this time. Although it was a bit strange, it didn't seem out of place when placed in Class Nine.
Gently rubbing his stomach, Wang Yu decided to sleep a little later tonight.
Now that he had come this far, he wanted to try what kind of dinner Team Nine had prepared.
......
"Hey, hey, hey, line up, don't rush, we made a big pot today, and we guarantee that everyone can get a bowl, ugh!
Make sure everyone gets half a bowl of rice!"
In Class 9, the monitor had a bitter face and stood on the table. He kept hitting a spatula and an aluminum basin, muttering to himself.
Below him, there was a long queue of people, and students from other classes were looking expectantly at a large wok not far ahead.
They swallowed their saliva from time to time, and occasionally a few unsportsmanlike students would secretly cut in line, causing the line to be somewhat chaotic for a while.
As for the other students in Class 9, they scattered around the fried rice, either trying their best to maintain order or holding a spoon and serving rice to the students who were lining up.
Their teacher Ren was standing by with a cup of tea in hand, looking at the place with a gloating expression on his face.
During this time, I also chatted with the head teachers of other classes.
For a moment, the squad leader really wanted to fight with Ren Yan and make him bleed five steps away.
He really couldn't understand how his head teacher could be so caring towards students and yet be so inhumane.
As soon as the evening self-study get out of class was over, Class 9 attracted a lot of students from other classes because the smell of the risotto was so delicious.
At first, everyone felt a little embarrassed to watch Class 9 eating and drinking from outside. Although it was a little uncomfortable to be watched by so many people, Class 9, which had seen a lot of storms, had long been accustomed to it.
They said that these were just small scenes and could not shake their determination to eat.
But when more people gathered around, the situation took a turn. These guys from other classes began to resist their extremely tempting behavior and threatened to prove with facts that cooking in the classroom is wrong!
It is not conducive to the unity of all the second-year high school students!
They have to use their stomachs to stop this "catastrophe" and they also want to join Class 9 in eating!
There were even many students who took out their limited pocket money to buy such a meal.
Actually, this matter is not a big deal. It can be solved by closing the classroom door and saying a few sarcastic words.
As for how other classes view Class 9 in the future?
What does that have to do with Class 9? They have always been treated as a typical class and they are used to it.
Anyway, if there are too many lice, they won’t bite.
However, just as they were about to do so.
My homeroom teacher, the maker of the risotto, Mr. Ren Yanren, walked to the classroom door first and threatened:
"All students from other classes, as long as they line up, can eat Class 9's Spanish seafood paella for free!"
Then he looked at himself and others with a sly smile:
"As for you, you will be responsible for arranging meals for them. You have almost finished eating anyway, so this is a good opportunity to change their views on Team Nine."
"By the way, practice your adaptability. But there is one thing we have to agree on in advance. Everyone must be able to eat. If there is one person who cannot eat at the end."
"Then I have to consider whether to quit as the homeroom teacher."
So, the scene inevitably turned out like this.
All the students in Class Nine became canteen staff and fully experienced the hardships of the canteen aunties.
He himself was more like a shouting doorman. He had been standing here shouting for fifteen minutes straight and his voice was almost hoarse.
But the group of grandchildren below still do as they please.
In addition, I have to consider the number of people and their appetite, and make a rough optimal solution in my mind to meet Teacher Ren's requirements.
This made him particularly tired.
I also increasingly realize how difficult life is.
'Is this a typical working day?'
The squad leader felt like crying.
At the same time, I miss the past days.
That was his lost youth...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
