Chapter 122 Back to School

The gang returning to the classroom were a bit down, after all, the holiday was over, but it wasn't the Lantern Festival yet, so the festive atmosphere still lingered in everyone's hearts.

"Happy New Year."

When entering the classroom, as she passed Tang Siwen, she clasped her hands into fists and gave Chen Yuan a polite and cute New Year's greeting.

"Ah, and to you good fortune."

Chen Yuan nodded in response.

Then, he returned to his seat.

"How was the New Year?" At this time, Zhou Fu, who seemed to be a bit rounder, asked him with a smile.

"Pretty good, it felt like an eternity," Chen Yuan replied.

"It's the New Year, isn't every day like New Year's..." Zhou Fu retorted, then reached into her pocket, pretending to take something out, "You kowtow to me, and I'll give you a red envelope."

"Why don't you kowtow to me?" Chen Yuan protested.

"I have a red envelope," Zhou Fu said with a particularly righteous tone.

"Really?" Chen Yuan felt that with Zhou Fu's rather wealthy financial situation, she might really have a big one.

"Give me a New Year's greeting, and I'll give it to you," Zhou Fu said with a smile.

Maintaining a suspicious attitude and a desire for money, Chen Yuan clasped his hands and said congratulatoryly, "Happy New Year, Sister Fu."

"What about auspicious words?"

Zhou Fu tilted her ear to listen.

"Wishing you better and better, more and more beautiful."

Having no other choice, Chen Yuan said perfunctorily, then said seriously, "If the red envelope contains ten or five kuai, don't ever expect to hear me praise you again."

"What a snob."

After Zhou Fu complained, she took the red envelope out of her pocket and handed it to Chen Yuan: "Happy New Year."

"Thank you."

Chen Yuan took the red envelope and, upon opening it, found a golden, glittering phone sticker, a cute little cartoon dragon.

"Whoa, gold?" Chen Yuan's eyes lit up, surprised.

"But only 0.1 grams," Zhou Fu explained with a smile.

"0.1 grams is still several dozen, thank you Sister Fu, you're so thoughtful, grateful."

Chen Yuan felt that although this thing wasn't precious, it was both the Year of the Dragon and gold, and it was wrapped in a red envelope, which was enough to show the giver's good intentions.

However, after accepting it, Chen Yuan suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhou Fu seriously, and asked, "Is this pure gold phone sticker just for me, or does everyone else have one too?"

"Silly, of course everyone has one, did you think you were so special?"

Zhou Fu narrowed her eyes, revealing a pure smile.

"..."

Hmph, she doesn't love me anymore.

Chen Yuan sighed in disappointment in his heart.

She used to only give things to me, now everyone has one, doesn't that mean I'm not important anymore?

Zhou Fu, you big dummy!

"Zhou Yu, give me a New Year's greeting," Zhou Fu said.

"Okay," Zhou Yu said enthusiastically after putting down his backpack, "Happy New Year, wishing you have today every year, and this day every year."

"Okay, your red envelope," Zhou Fu handed the envelope to Zhou Yu.

"Thank you... ah, gold!" Zhou Yu took out the thing from the red envelope, looking surprised.

"Do I get one too?" He Sijiao approached with a giggle, "Happy New Year, Fu Bao."

"Of course." Zhou Fu handed the envelope to He Sijiao as well.

As for Tang Siwen, she had already given it to her at the beginning.

"My family's coffee shop can do well, thanks to everyone. So in the new year, please continue to support us," Zhou Fu said gratefully.

To this, Chen Yuan replied, "That's for sure, as soon as my living expenses are issued, I'll take Xinyu to patronize, and Yu Zi will steal Grandpa's pension to spend."

"You're the one stealing Grandpa's pension!" Zhou Yu immediately retorted, then stared at Chen Yuan, teasing, "Being deskmates with Zhou Fu, have you become more generous? Preparing red envelopes for us brothers?"

"No red envelopes." Recalling this, Chen Yuan smiled, "But I have prepared the best gifts for you and He Sijiao."

"Really?" Jiao Yu asked in unison, leaning over.

"It'll take a while, I'll tell you when the time comes," Chen Yuan said.

"Okay, you said it," Zhou Yu said seriously.

"Chen Yuan is so thoughtful, also influenced by Fu Fu," He Sijiao also looked forward to it.

Good, I can't wait for *Whispers of Love* to be serialized.

I wonder if that terrible author can write the autobiography I want.

When we graduate, we can give this to everyone as a holy site for the Class 18 reunion at Eleventh High.

Just like that, while chatting about the interesting things that happened during the New Year, and handing in their winter vacation homework, the first day of school began.

And before the morning self-study, Lao Mo also came to the classroom.

"Collect the homework and send it to the offices of the subject teachers."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he added, "After the morning self-study, after the bell rings, there will be a two-period inspirational speech for the start of the school year, no class."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, the students in the class began to talk about it.

"Ah? Are we doing something awkward again?"

"Is it the kind of thing where they invite a success mentor to the school to blah blah, making everyone cry their eyes out?"

"I thought it was only in junior high, high school too?"

"This is worse than going to class."

Students nowadays are not as easily fooled as they used to be. Everyone knows what's going on, just to better train obedience and forcibly sublimate the theme.

However, because many famous schools do this kind of thing, this format still exists, mostly in college-oriented high schools.

In the beginning, many people would be moved to tears by this and have genuine emotional outbursts. But now, it's hard to achieve such good results.

Of course, speech techniques are also improving.

Plus some collective atmosphere rendering, there will still be many girls who cry.

"Alright, alright." Seeing everyone chattering below, Lao Mo said, "The school organized this activity also to get your minds back on track, cooperate well with the instructors and teachers."

"It can't be selling books, right..."

Before Lao Mo finished speaking, someone asked leisurely below.

"Of course it can't be selling books," Lao Mo immediately retorted.

But in his heart, he wasn't too sure.

After all, he didn't have much confidence in the school's morals.

In the past, some schools had this kind of tear-jerking inspirational speech, making everyone cry, and even parents and students hugged each other and cried, and then they started selling books and discs.

But Eleventh High is a provincial experimental school with the goal of college entrance exams after all, so it shouldn't be so bad as to make this kind of money.

I guess they still want to mobilize everyone, so that everyone has more motivation to work hard, just like going to a military training base, to hone their minds.

Whatever, it's okay to hone them a bit.

Just like that, the morning self-study ended, and the bell rang.

Everyone lined up and came out of the classroom, went downstairs together, and gathered on the playground.

Because the first year of high school would not start for a few more days, and the third year of high school did not have time to do this kind of thing, so there were only second-year students on the big playground.

In total, more than a thousand people.

Sorted according to the usual gymnastics queues.

Then, under the national flag, a lecturer in a white shirt, suit, with a belt tied around his waist, a round belly, and slicked back hair, gave an inspirational speech to everyone with a microphone.

And the background music was the kind of particularly lyrical, and a bit emo song.

Specifically, it tells the story of a little girl, whose parents died, living with her grandparents, and how she studied hard.

I have to say, his storytelling rhythm was very good, and when the emotions were deep, it felt very good.

This background music was also able to echo this story.

On the playground, some girls already had sore noses and looked like they were about to cry.

And Class 18, it seemed that everyone was more resilient and behaved very calmly... No, Tang Siwen, what kind of expression is that!

Because the lecturer's story was indeed emotional, Tang Siwen completely listened to it, her mouth pursed, and her eyes were also immersed in transparency, twinkling...

Well, the cold persona completely collapsed.

But no one in Class 18 should think that Tang Siwen has that high-mountain-flower attribute anymore.

It can only be said that it was fortunate to be lecturing at Eleventh High.

If he went to Fourth High to give a speech, Chen Yuan would be worried to death.

Others are infected by the story, but Xia Xinyu is completely the person in the story...

"Hiss, how much longer?"

Just as Chen Yuan was thinking this, Zhang Chao, who was standing in front of him, was holding his thigh, and said with some exhaustion.

"What's wrong? I just saw that your foot seemed a little awkward," Chen Yuan asked curiously.

"I sprained it last week and it hasn't gotten better yet, and I don't know when this speech will have a break," Zhang Chao said.

"Tell Lao Mo and go back to rest," Chen Yuan suggested.

"Forget it, it's just a little tired, not very painful," Zhang Chao waved his hand, not wanting to make this special, and besides, it's not like he can't stand at all.

Moreover, as the class leader, it's not good to be absent at this time.

Just like that, the people above continued to blah blah.

Some of the girls below had been told to drop small pearls non-stop, and some of the boys were also moved.

But there were also some people who still didn't listen at all and were talking about their own little things below.

"Okay, now it's the third part, unity."

Speaking of this, the lecturer told another story, saying that a class went from the bottom of the school to the top few in the school, and then the vast majority of the students in the class were admitted to key universities.

And the reason was the good learning atmosphere of the entire class, urging the entire collective to work hard together.

"Everyone still remembers the military training queue, right?" the lecturer said to the whole school, "Everyone, turn into the military training queue."

Scattered movements, like headless flies, without a goal.

So, the white shirt suit tutor loudly said again: "The class leaders of each class come out. From now on, you are the platoon leaders of your queue! Requirement, return to the military training queue within half a minute!"

Hearing this, the class leaders of each class went to the front of the queue and directed everyone to quickly stand in the military training queue.

Because they didn't pay much attention to this kind of activity, everyone was still a little scattered.

Until the lecturer started counting down, everyone accelerated.

"One!"

When counting to the last number, basically all the classes had been arranged.

Only 4 classes, 19 classes, and 26 classes were still scattered.

The lecturer just waited for them to stand still, and then said, "Platoon leaders of 4 classes, 19 classes, and 26 classes, stand on the podium!"

At this time, there was a burst of booing.

These three so-called 'platoon leaders' went to the podium like this.

"I've been watching just now, these three platoon leaders, performed very well, have been directing. But, there are always some people in the team, giggling, not taking it seriously."

The lecturer turned sideways and said to the three platoon leaders, "Now, you will be punished for your team, one person, one hundred push-ups!"

As soon as this sentence was finished, there was an uproar in the audience, not knowing what this b wanted to do.

"Quiet, any more noise, add more!" the lecturer said strongly.

So, everyone just didn't speak.

The three platoon leaders started doing push-ups in front of everyone.

And the lecturer, faced the crowd, and said, "Because of you, your platoon leaders have to be punished!"

Not to say whether they were moved or not, but this trick did make the few people who were giggling and not so obedient feel a little embarrassed.

So, several of them lowered their heads, afraid of facing accusations.

"Now, everyone squat halfway for five minutes."

Then, the lecturer issued another instruction.

This time, no one dared to be perfunctory anymore, and quickly did as they were told.

In order not to become a black sheep.

Of course, Chen Yuan also squatted very standard.

After all, he also knew that some collective behaviors, no matter how they are, whether they make sense or not, what needs to be done is assimilation.

He was just a little worried about Zhang Chao, after all, his foot had been sprained before.

But fortunately, he could persevere.

At this time, several instructors also came down from above, monitoring everyone's squatting posture.

Everyone knew that as long as one person moved, the so-called platoon leader would be punished again. So, everyone maintained themselves.

And at this moment, Yu Jiacheng, the fat guy in the class, suddenly couldn't hold on and tilted a little.

The instructor in charge of this area immediately discovered it: "Platoon leader of Class 18, come out!"

Hearing this, Yu Jiacheng frowned, closed his eyes, and was so ashamed that he didn't dare to face Zhang Chao directly.

And Zhang Chao had no choice but to get up and walk to the front of the instructor.

"Class 18 moved, the platoon leader come up, one hundred push-ups!" the lecturer pointed to the Class 18 queue and said.

Zhang Chao had no choice but to walk forward. And everyone also discovered that his steps were a little unsteady.

But, no one dared to speak.

Speaking and moving at this time should be the same, and the platoon leader would also be punished.

So, everyone just watched Zhang Chao walk towards the podium...

At this time, a boy in the back row of the Class 18 crowd suddenly stood up, walked out of the queue, and stopped Zhang Chao in front of everyone.

"What are you doing!" So, the instructor scolded sternly.

And everyone, also looked at Chen Yuan in shock, not knowing what he was going to do.

Chen Yuan completely ignored the instructor, but said to Zhang Chao: "Go back, I'll take your place."

"No need..."

"Go back," Chen Yuan patted Zhang Chao's butt and said lightly.

There was no way, Zhang Chao also knew that if he went up now to do push-ups again, he would definitely make his sprained foot even more serious, so he quickly returned to the queue and explained to the instructor: "I just sprained my foot, I can't do push-ups, my classmate is taking my place."

The instructor glanced at his foot, and then shouted at Chen Yuan: "You, did you shout report!"

But he found that this person seemed to be deaf, still not listening to him, and not even looking at him, and went straight to the podium.

Now, the instructor was furious.

And the lecturer, noticed this, nodded, and then said: "The platoon leader sprained his foot, and is being punished in place of the platoon leader. Hmm, very good spirit of unity."

After speaking, he changed the subject: "However, you cannot be without organizational discipline. When you left the queue, did you shout report?"

After asking, he handed the microphone to Chen Yuan, so that he could admit his mistake.

Sigh...

Chen Yuan sighed in his heart.

I really don't want to be in the limelight at this time.

There was no way, he had to face the microphone and sincerely admit his mistake: "Then two hundred, then."

(End of chapter)