After I was marked by a rival

After finally getting through the last 10 minutes, only Dou Zhiyuan and Wei Tong were left in the classroom.

Wei Tong closed the doors and windows, and Dou Zhiyuan walked behind to turn off the lights and lock the door.

Wei Tong yawned and said, "Just this afternoon, how many brain cells were wasted..."

"You're not my brother, I am," Dou Zhiyuan reminded him, "minus the time I wasted on reading and backing the manuscript, and the time you wasted before, you just memorized the last 10 minutes with all your calculations, depending on your efficiency, if Friday If you can't memorize it before, then stay and work overtime to make up for the time you wasted before."

"..." Wei Tong was dissatisfied, "You are too responsible..."

"No way, who told me to be your 'brother—brother—'?" Dou Zhiyuan deliberately lengthened the word "brother", and the more Wei Tong heard it, the more unhappy he became, and he almost wanted to kick him directly.

Coming out of the school, there were not many students at the school gate. The driver of Dou Zhiyuan’s family came to pick him up. Wei Tong went to pick up his bicycle and was about to ride back. He seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure, but when Wei Tong turned his head to look, he saw nothing.

Is it an illusion?

Wei Tong looked at the empty alley for a long time, then turned around and left on his bicycle.

After half an hour of cramming every day after school before the weekend, Wei Tong's progress is gratifying, at least he can memorize most of the content, except that occasionally he will use some strange words to make up sentences when he can't think of it, or he will simply lose his mind and compose a song. If you change a good poem into your own original one, everything else is fine.

"It's almost there," Dou Zhiyuan put down the manuscript, and said to Wei Tong, "Go back and strengthen yourself, improve your proficiency, even if you can't recite it, don't fill in the lyrics randomly, bring the manuscript, take it easy, don't go up to us Ben is ashamed."

"Am I that kind of person?" Wei Tong sneered, "I tell you that I have a good literary talent, even if I make a sentence, others can't understand it."

"Yes..." Dou Zhiyuan glanced at him and said, "I won't mention you for plagiarizing low-level nursery rhymes like 'magpies build new houses, birds are busy catching insects', 'bees are galloping, rivers are collecting honey gracefully. ', you are such a genius at making sentences, the judges must think they have picked up a ghost."

Wei Tong: "..." When did he steal this amazing skill from him?

Sunday was the lottery and rehearsal for the speech, and the official competition time was on Monday afternoon. In order not to delay the students' class, the rehearsal had to be moved to the weekend.

Wei Tong sacrificed the time to sleep in on weekends, lying listlessly on the last row of the small auditorium, waiting for Bao Ning to draw him the order of speeches in their class.

"Boss Wei!" After a while, Bao Ning came back from the front row with a note, "I'm lucky today, the draw is not considered late, maybe we have a chance to get a place in our class!"

Wei Tong opened it and saw that it was the 8th one.

There are a total of 18 classes in the first year of high school. They go first. After the process of the first year of high school is over, he has to wait for another 8 classes. Each class has at least 5 minutes of speech time, which means...

Wei Tong, who "has a headache when he sees the numbers", thought that he would have to wait at least two hours for his turn tomorrow afternoon, and lost all mood in an instant, and went back to lying on his stomach again.

"Uh……"

Seeing him like this, Bao Ning thought he was angry, and said cautiously: "Then how about I find another class to change? Do you want the front or the back?"

"It's okay," Wei Tong tried to wake himself up, sat up and said, "What else are you going to do, go to the rehearsal?"

Bao Ning breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When the squad leader calls us, he has to arrange for us to come one by one."

In No. [-] Middle School, such activities are generally arranged by the students themselves, and teachers do not interfere or participate in them. The main purpose is to cultivate students' ability to organize and coordinate independently.

But in fact, no matter what the activity is, there must always be someone to guide and schedule it, otherwise it will definitely be a mess.

Wei Tong found that Dou Zhiyuan's ability to control the field is very strong. In other words, he is the core of today. As long as he is there, everyone will listen to him involuntarily. The president of the student union is sitting in the audience. She is here to help and hold the line Yes, but in the end, he just sat there and listened to Dou Zhiyuan's instructions.

"Next, we invite Wei Tong, the representative of Class 3 ([-]) of Senior High School, to recite the poem "How Can There Be Without You—Lovely Motherland"."

Dou Zhiyuan glanced at the serial number in his hand, raised his eyes, and saw Wei Tong walking up from the last row of the auditorium.

"Student Wei Tong," Yu Roujin gently reminded him from the side, "Please get on the stage from the left, and get off the stage on the right after you're done, don't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wei Tong had already stepped onto the stage in a big stride from the middle of the stage. After getting up, she turned her head and glanced at her, meaning why didn't you say it earlier, with an innocent expression on her face.

"..." Yu Roujin squeezed the microphone and said, "This is not acceptable! You should go again!"

"Forget it," Dou Zhiyuan raised the corner of his mouth lightly, "he will just remember it when the time comes."

Yu Roujin had no choice but to keep silent.

Wei Tong was holding the manuscript in his hand, and it was much better than Friday. There was still a bit of a bump in the middle, but overall it was smooth. He stepped off the stage from the right, and heard a person below say: "Isn't this the bully of the ninth lieutenant? I don't know 3 What do the people in the class think, let him give a speech on stage, don't make a joke then."

"Based on his on-the-spot performance, he couldn't recite a few sentences clearly, so he probably doesn't want to be ranked in Class 3..."

"If you are too free, you can go over there to help decorate the auditorium, and sit in the first row and can't control your mouth for fear that others will not hear you?"

Dou Zhiyuan said calmly on the stage.

Only then did the two people in the first row realize that Dou Zhiyuan was also in Class 3, and quickly stood up and went to another place.

Wei Tong ignored it and stepped down on his own.

On Monday afternoon, the small auditorium was overcrowded. In addition to the third year of senior high school students, they had to attend classes and were not intended to be spectators.

In order to facilitate the stage, the students who participated in the competition were all arranged to sit behind the judges and teachers in the first row.

Only then did Wei Tong know that although the third year of high school did not come to watch the competition, he also sent a few students to give speeches on stage, just to let them express their patriotic feelings, and Tao Ning was among them.

The program for the third year of high school is arranged before the first year of high school and does not participate in the scoring.

Tao Ning was the first to play. When Dou Zhiyuan read her name, there was a burst of ambiguous applause from the audience.

Tao Ning is already excellent, and she has been active in various school activities and competitions almost all the time before the third year of high school. It is normal for her to be the representative.

During the speech, the scene was quiet and serious. Even if everyone was not interested in listening, no one spoke. The main reason was that the theme was relatively serious. The judges wrote and drew pictures below. It is estimated that they refer to the level of the third year of high school to set the scoring standards later. Tune.

On the way, Wei Tong heard the chairman of the student union in the corner say softly: "It's too quiet, I will definitely fall asleep or play with my mobile phone for a while, and the teacher of the dough committee will record and take pictures later. I just bought flowers. Do you want someone to send them up?" Liven up the atmosphere for senior sister?"

A student next to him, who also looked like a student union, said, "Who will give it? Let's give it after the speech. It's not appropriate at this time..."

"I know... I'll send it off after I get off the stage later, just in time for the teacher to take a picture, let Dou Zhiyuan go, they are not before..."

The two laughed softly, as if they had reached an agreement, and after a while, the chairman of the student union took the flowers, and another student walked up to Dou Zhiyuan, pointed to the bouquet of flowers in the chairman's hand, and said something.

Dou Zhiyuan stood by the stage, glanced at the bouquet of flowers, and shook his head.

The president of the student union was a little embarrassed.

The two of them talked for a long time, but they didn't seem to understand Dou Zhiyuan, Wei Tong watched coldly, remembering that last semester, he also sent flowers to Tao Ning to express his love.

It was almost a similar performance, but that occasion was much more relaxed than this one, and there were no theme restrictions, so everyone was more open-minded.

The bouquet was prepared by Wei Tong himself. On White Valentine's Day, he planned to confess his love to Tao Ning after her performance.

Wei Tong thought of many ways, and felt that only this timing was the most suitable.

On the day of the performance, Wei Tong was holding flowers in his hand. Although he tried his best to hide it, he was still seen by others. Everyone knew that he was going to give it away, and the atmosphere happened to be lively, so they kept pushing him on stage.

Wei Tong went up amidst the booing.

At that time, he just wanted to say a few words and went down. He didn't expect the microphone in Tao Ning's hand to amplify so well, and he released everything he said on stage.

He said, "Tao Ning, I like you."

The boy's voice trembled with a hint of youthfulness, and the moment the voice spread out, there was laughter and cheers from the audience.

Some people applauded, some whistled, everyone was watching, and no one noticed how nervous Wei Tong was.

He shyly looked at Tao Ning, and when he saw her embarrassed eyes and a slightly embarrassed expression, Wei Tong knew that he had failed.

No matter how much he regretted not being able to prepare well afterwards, it could not change the fact that Tao Ning rejected him twice in a row.

Seeing that they couldn't discuss it, Wei Tong stood up, walked over and whispered to the chairman of the student union, "I'll see you off."

Dou Zhiyuan looked up at him lightly.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wei, what should I say in a moment, I advise you to think clearly.