Game of Destiny: This player is different.

Xiangyang High School, which is not short of money, adheres to the educational principles of giving priority to quality and cultivating outstanding talents.

No matter how big the official position is, the leaders will persuade them openly and secretly, and always control the number of enrollment places within a stable numerical range.

As long as the number of recruits is enough, even if you get 650 points (total score 700), you will not be accepted.

Overall, there are pros and cons.

"One year spent similar, each year is different.

The same is the college entrance examination, the difference is the students, there are always several hurdles to pass in life, the college entrance examination is your hurdle..."

On the rostrum, the old headmaster with gray hair was holding the microphone and giving a speech hard.

The loudspeaker is suitable for playing exciting Bgm to set off the atmosphere.

When it came to the emotional part, the old principal couldn't help but burst into tears, his body trembled slightly, and he almost didn't fall off.

The hundreds of students below were emotionally infected, and their immature faces showed determination.

The boys clenched their teeth and clenched their fists.

The girls twitched their nostrils and wiped away their tears.

The scene is comparable to Comrade Stalin's speech on Red Square when millions of German soldiers approached the city.

The atmosphere is decisive and resolute.

The chicken blood exploded.

When the mobilization meeting reached its climax, the principal threw away the manuscript and raised his arms and shouted: "Students!

In order to be worthy of the expectations of parents and elders, in order to realize the college dreams in each of our hearts, in order to create a regretless youth that only belongs to you!

Come on!Shout!Fight hard! "

The old headmaster clenched his five fingers and threw his fist at the sky: "Work hard—struggle!!"

"Work hard—struggle!!" *N

"Work hard—struggle!!" *N

The powerful shouts were deafening and shocking.

Even the glass windows of nearby buildings trembled slightly.

The dopamine glands of all the students were secreting crazily, and there was only one voice in their heads—study, study, study!

Do not learn, or rather die!

The parents and leaders watching from the side had their palms flushed.

Such a master of tigers and wolves will definitely be able to sweep Liuhe next year and stand out from the crowd.

The applause died down.

Everyone's emotions gradually calmed down from the excitement just now.

The old headmaster panted heavily and waved his hands to signal the students to be quiet for a while.

Then he picked up the speech script on the ground, took a deep breath to stabilize his tone, and prepared to draw a successful conclusion to the mobilization meeting.

The audience was silent.

"Very good, very good, this year's seedlings are very good."

The old headmaster looked around, nodded in satisfaction, and was about to start his lecture.

crunch, crunch...

The friction sound of bicycle bearings turning hard suddenly sounded from somewhere.

The decibels are not high.

But in the silent flag-raising square, it was particularly harsh.

Follow the reputation.

I saw a tall figure in a red and white school uniform slowly walking out from behind the square.

He was also pushing a yellow bicycle with rusty bearings.

In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him.

Strange, puzzled, puzzled, dissatisfied.

All kinds of gazes are interlaced and superimposed, containing various emotions.

Normal people have been stared at like this for a long time, longing for a hole in the ground to get into.

this man..

Not only did it not run, but it slightly reduced the speed of the cart.

He looked at hundreds of people without any stage fright.

Curious eyes, a calm expression, and the movement of raising hands.

It seems to be saying, it depends on what I do?keep going.

At the same time, he also kicked two feet towards the wheel, trying to make the friction less noisy.

"..."

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Watching the student quietly, he pushed the shared bicycle from one end of the square to the other, and then disappeared in the tree-lined path.

"Who was that student just now? It's too much to come at this time."

A leader of the education bureau asked in a low voice, with some dissatisfaction in his words.

The leader of the Cultural Bureau next to him froze, and looked at him strangely: "You met him last month, and you forgot so soon?"

"I have seen?"

The leader of the Education Bureau thought for a while, and said "Oh" softly: "It's the No.1 of the joint midterm exam... then it's okay."

The whispering between the two did not escape the ears of the old headmaster.

The already solemn expression almost wrung out water.

The atmosphere in the square became more solemn and depressing.

"... Dear students, silence speaks louder than words at this time.

If you want to be admitted to a good school, you don't just rely on simple slogans, but you also need to take practical actions in the next 200 days.

Diligent study, hard work, and hard work are the character, quality, and courage that every student who enters the college entrance examination must possess, and it is also the core of today's conference.

Do you have confidence? "

The dean stepped out of the line, took the microphone from the old principal's hand, and smoothed things over.

"Yes, yes!"

The senior high school students below just woke up from their dreams and responded loudly at the same time.

In this way, a mobilization meeting with a little twists and turns came to an end.

When leaving the venue, many parents of students discussed.

Which class was the student who broke in rashly before, so arrogant?

And the bicycle he is pushing seems to be a shared bicycle.

Can this thing be pushed to school?

How does the security guard at the gate work?

And when they learned about this person's various behaviors at school from their own children, their tone changed suddenly.

Complimenting this student is really unique.

Arriving at school so late, I must have worked too hard last night.

You can get the first place in the city, XXX, you have to learn more from others, and you can't just shout slogans.

What, he's only a sophomore in high school?

Why didn't you say it earlier, did you deliberately watch your father make a fool of yourself?

Another 100 yuan will be deducted from this month's pocket money.

Chapter 312 It's Not About Money

Students in other grades are lucky that they were born in the Celestial Dynasty.

If it was the next door, Smecta put great emphasis on the etiquette of seniority and inferiority.

The juniors should not only kneel down and worship the seniors who took the college entrance examination.

Before the exam begins, you have to cheer for the seniors in various enthusiastic ways.

Including but not limited to drumming, waving signs, shaking cheering sticks, talent shows, etc.

It is said that in order to occupy a good position during support, these juniors began to "set up camp" from midnight, which is no less crazy than fans chasing stars.

In addition to the students, the teacher will also pray devoutly in front of the gate of the examination room, and send hugs and hot tea to every student who takes the examination.

Although a bit extreme, the scene is quite touching.

While recalling the scene just now, Qin Nuo picked up the unfinished breakfast milk, and the old god walked towards the teaching building at ease.

Before he got close, the sound of reading aloud had already reached his ears.

Sonorous and powerful, full of vitality.

Just by the sound, the scene of students holding textbooks and ecstasy can emerge in their minds.

"If you don't work hard when you are young, you will be sad when you are old.

Today's young people are very conscious. "

Qin Nuo stepped into the teaching building with the milk carton in his mouth.

His expression was calm and calm, without the slightest embarrassment of being late.

As if the leader was inspecting, he slowly drifted past the door of each classroom with his hands behind his back.

By the way, throw the finished milk carton into the trash can of one of the classes.

A good school is a good school, and the air is full of "volume".

Without the supervision of the teacher, the students are very consciously immersed in the ocean of knowledge and roam freely.

Compared with some schools, the gap is not a little bit.

Qin Nuo sighed secretly and walked forward.

He didn't stop until he reached the second and sixth class of high school.

As usual, enter through the back door and find the location quietly.

At the same table, Fu Xiaodie was reading English textbooks aloud.

"You came on time, I thought you would skip class today."

The study committee member squinted his eyes, and squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth while maintaining the reading posture.

"Heaven and earth conscience, I love learning so much, how could I skip class?"

Qin Nuo put down his schoolbag, smiled and replied: "Do you know, I feel uncomfortable if I don't come to school for a day.

If it weren't for the fact that there are no beds in the classroom, I wish I could sleep here every day. "

"My God, dear Floyd, does the sun rise in the west today?

I must have been too involved in my studies and had hallucinations.

Otherwise, how could I hear such a cold joke. "

Fu Xiaodie put on a disgusted expression of "do you think I believe it?", expressing strong doubts in an interpreter's voice.

"The sad copywriting was copied online, and the solid steel pipe was knocked on the body.

Be realistic, dear Gustav.