To Burn On Touch

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I didn't see the teachers in charge.

After the classes were arranged neatly and counted the number of people, the leader took the stage and began to preside over the meeting. At this time, the bgm switched to the Chinese song Passing Love, the melody is magnificent and inspiring. Suddenly there was a crowd of people ahead, and everyone was attracted by a corner in the distance.

Someone asked loudly, Is that the head teacher of Class Eight?

Other people around looked forward and saw the petite female teacher holding up the torch. The color of the torch is composed of black, white and yellow, which are also the main colors of Cheng Jun's school uniform. She strode on high-heeled shoes and ran beside the teaching building. Standing at the door of the building, she was greeted by the head teacher of Class 7, middle-aged and fat, with a bloated belly dangling and running forward, heading for the next fire relay.

Damn it, this is too stupid. The students couldn't help laughing, talking a lot, The last stick is from the experimental class, right? Which leader thought up the torch relay to make us laugh in the morning.

As the head teacher of Class One, Bai Yuzhu has to shoulder the important task of lighting the last torch. When she heard that she was going to hold a torch high in front of all the teachers and students and go around the venue, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she had the idea of ​​asking for sick leave.

I didn't expect that after working for so many years, I would still have the opportunity to experience the shame and embarrassment that I often had when I was young.

When it was Bai Yuzhu's turn, she put on a mask to cover most of her face, so it seemed less embarrassing. However, to her surprise, when the torch was about to be passed to the student representatives, a student rushed out of her class and shouted heartily: Mr. Bai, come on! You are the number one in the world! Olympian! Mother of Si!

The eyes on Bai Yuzhu's mask widened slightly, and gave Yu Ran a fierce stare.

The squad leader hurriedly pulled Yu Ran down and corrected his speech: It's the 'Olympics'! No, no, this is not the Olympics either...

The task of passing the torch by the teacher, like a public execution, was perfectly completed, and the students applauded the class teachers in unanimous agreement. After the flag-raising ceremony, it was the principal's turn to speak. This old man with gray temples and kind eyebrows seldom appears on campus, but he knows almost everything about the school, and he is especially willing to care for the immature students in the audience. They also specially set up a Principal Tree Hole at the end of the year for them to talk about their troubles.

Teachers, students, good morning! It's another spring breeze, and it's time to sprint for the college entrance examination. Today is a special and grand day. All the teachers and students of the third year of high school gathered here to hold the 100-day swearing-in meeting for the 2015 college entrance examination. And the chéng rén ceremony—

The headmaster spoke very slowly, and his speech was in an official tone, but the students in the audience still listened carefully, showing their most serious attitude in the past three years for this conference.

According to a thousand songs, you will know the sound, and you will know the weapon after watching a thousand swords. The time before the college entrance examination is very short, and the process will be more difficult. But students, you are not alone. Behind you, there are parents who love you very much. Tireless teachers, maybe lovers and friends who accompany each other... and Chengjun Middle School, which has sheltered everyone from wind and rain for three years.

—I hope that you can be like Cheng Jun's school motto, 'Don't pursue your dreams, don't pursue your voice', always be sincere and upright.

At the end of the principal's speech, some students in the audience seemed to be moved by the atmosphere, and tears filled their eyes.

After the waves of applause, it was the turn of the liberal arts and science student representatives to speak on stage. From the first day of high school, Chu Mian was always there whenever students were required to speak in the past three years.

He was wearing Cheng Jun's uniform, with a flaxen tie neatly worn on his chest, and he stood on the stage, instantly catching everyone's attention.

Dear teacher, dear students, good morning everyone.

Chu Mian unfolded the manuscript unhurriedly, articulating every sentence clearly.

In Chengjun Middle School, there are a few people who are often mentioned and discussed by the students in each class. Chu Mian is the well-deserved focus of the crowd. Apart from his handsome appearance, his academic performance is still the best in the grade, even if he suffers from seizures. Sleep sickness, sports are not lost to boys of the same age. In the eyes of ordinary students, Chu Mian is the most perfect young man with almost no weaknesses, which is beyond reach.

To participate in the same college entrance examination with such a person, Cheng Jun's classmates only feel honored.

He gave a serious speech, and when it came to the end, he turned the page to the end, and read out the last line of poems in a straight voice: Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang. He also carries books and swords to the vastness of the road. Next year, this day, Qingyun will go, but laugh at the world. I'm busy.

As soon as the words fell, a girl in the audience couldn't help but shed tears, covering her face and crying. Chu Mian just casually glanced at the crowd and bowed to express her thanks.

Before he had time to straighten up, the microphone in his hand was suddenly blocked.

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