Imperial time.
11:00 noon sharp.
The students of Class Eight had already completed the construction of the campsite and were sitting together chatting and bragging, looking a bit bored.
They do this basically every time they go on an outing.
Once the campsite is set up, all that's left is free time.
But in a place like this, you really can't find anything to do.
Moreover, the school has expressly prohibited bringing in electronic games, so apart from the recently popular Three Kingdoms Kill, they really lack entertainment options.
Besides, even if it is Three Kingdoms Kill, you can't play it every day. You will get bored after playing for a long time.
Besides, this is the wild, which is not very suitable for card games.
So now all the students in Class 8 are sitting on a small stool, wearing a sun hat, either chatting or looking up at the sky out of boredom.
Alternatively, you can take out the snacks you bought earlier and eat them to your heart's content.
However, while eating, the students of Class 8 suddenly realized a problem.
Before we went up the mountain, didn't Class Nine have a grandson who came to show off to us?
Just because that guy brought less stuff and it was easy for him to climb the mountain, he looks down on us?
At that time, it seemed that we were still thinking of despising those who came back, right?!
The students in Class 8 looked at each other for a moment, and instantly became alert.
Isn't it the best activity to show off to Class 9?!
Besides, it’s still noon, and those poor students in Class 9 must have nothing to eat or drink.
We have drinks, chips, and sandwiches here, so we have a rich variety of ingredients. Isn't this the best way to show off? !
Thinking of this, a small group of boys from Class Eight smiled at each other, picked up their own small stools, carried their big gift bags of snacks, and set off for the gathering place of Class Nine.
They have decided!
I had lunch today in front of Class 9!
....
However, when they arrived at the gathering place of Class 9, they were a little dumbfounded.
It wasn't because of the very 'abstract' barbed wire fence. After all, they had seen these before and it was not surprising.
but...
Why are there so many people gathered in such a small place? !
The students of Class 8 took a quick look and felt that there were at least a hundred people here.
And it was obvious that they had been divided into seven small groups. Although they were not very far apart, the clearly defined picnic blankets had already revealed their composition.
In addition, a variety of snacks and drinks were placed on the picnic blanket for each small group.
There is even roast chicken...
And each group position has a large parasol.
It's obvious that he came prepared!
The students in Class 8 looked at each other, then looked at themselves, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.
Why are you so well prepared?!
At this moment, the students in Class 8 are in the mood to go back and prepare again...
But at this moment, the students from other classes next to them had obviously noticed them and waved at them:
"Hey, guys, you are from Class 8, right? We've been waiting for you."
"Come on, come on, there's a vacant spot right now."
As he spoke, he gestured towards an empty space next to them.
The students of Class 8 smiled politely, walked over, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Well, it's just like you thought. I came here to show off to Team Nine."
"Who told them to act so pretentiously when they went up the mountain?"
"Now that we have finished our work, we can see that Team Nine didn't bring any equipment with them. How could we let go of such a good opportunity?"
The waving boy smiled and explained, then patted himself:
"Oh, by the way, we are from Class 7."
"Before that is Class 6, Class 5, and the very beginning is Class 1."
As he spoke, he pointed to the other small groups one by one and introduced them.
Students from other classes also waved to the students from Class 8 in a friendly manner.
Then, the monitor of Class 7 looked at the people in Class 8 and said, "You didn't bring blankets, did you?"
The monitor of Class 8 nodded sheepishly: "I thought it was just us, so we could just show off for a bit, but I didn't expect there would be so many people."
"Oh, this is all because Team Nine angered everyone before."
"But it's okay. The blankets in our class are quite big. We can just sit on them together."
"Is this okay?" The student from Class 8 hesitated: "I see that you clearly use classes as the dividing line."
"There's nothing wrong with that. Using classes as the dividing line is just a habit." The monitor of Class 7 waved his hand and said indifferently:
"Everyone who can come here now is a brother. We are all comrades who have come together to show off for Class 9. What's the point of talking about whether there are boundaries or not?"
The monitor of Class 7 waved his hand casually, and some students pulled the students of Class 8 over.
"That's right, now we are all on the same front, so why should we be so polite?"
Students from other classes also joined in the discussion.
The students in Class 8 could only reluctantly sit in the seats of Class 7.
"Brothers, eat whatever you want. You're welcome."
Then the monitor of Class 7 generously shared his class’s belongings.
The students in Class 8 were no exception and immediately dumped out all the things they had brought:
"Same same, you're welcome guys."
After a few interactions, the students in Class 8 quickly became friends with these comrades who shared the same "ideals" as them.
They share food, brag about the same things, and look forward to the same scenes.
But soon, the monitor of Class 8 felt that something was wrong.
They were having a great dinner together, but...
Where are the people in Class Nine?
Until now, on the stone platform not far ahead, there is still only one head teacher of Class 9, who is leaning against a cushion, wearing a sun hat and lying comfortably.
He sat with his legs crossed, looking leisurely.
Can...
Where are the students of Class Nine?
They came here to show off.
Now that the real owner is not here, they feel like they are hitting cotton with their fists, which makes them very uncomfortable.
"Those people from Class 9 have been gone since a while ago."
The monitor of Class 7 seemed to notice the confusion of Class 8, so he took a sip of Coke and explained.
“We don’t know what they are doing.”
"But it doesn't matter, they will always come back. After all, their homeroom teacher is still here."
"They can't possibly give up their own class teacher."
As he said this, the monitor of Class 7 shrugged nonchalantly, looking calm and not panicking at all.
Anyway, the monk can run away but the temple cannot, so just wait.
I don't know why...
The squad leader of Class 8 always felt that his team might have overlooked some important details.
The students from Class Nine haven't shown up yet. Maybe they're planning some big move?
For no reason.
The monitor of Class 8 suddenly felt a little nervous.
I always feel that this collective show-off may not go smoothly...
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