As Qi Tianheng’s words fell, Duan Shigang, Gong Jin, Liu Chuandao, and Tang Jing, who was arguing with Liu Chuandao... all stared at him.
Just now Qi Tianheng’s words, without any disguise, yes, these wealthy people often disdain gossiping behind people’s backs, if sothing’s displeasing, they always say it directly to the face.
So a few people heard clearly, the first day of school, they haven’t experienced the new high school life properly, they’ve already turned into slaves working hard, holding back quite a bit of anger.
Several people picked up their brooms, silently approaching.
Liu Chuandao criticized: "You say one more thing?"
Qi Tianheng realized the atmosphere was not right, as they say, a gentleman doesn’t stand under a dangerous wall, he took a step back.
Then he looked at Zhao Xiaofeng, instructing: "You, go stop them!"
Zhao Xiaofeng scrutinized the fierce-looking Duan Shigang, the tall Liu Chuandao, and the equally non-scholar-like Gong Jin, and the very bold Tang Jing... he suddenly realized: "?"
Qi Tianheng spoke without concern: "Xiaofeng, you need to find a way to solve the problem."
Zhao Xiaofeng had no choice, bracing himself, going forward, putting on a smile: "Yang Sheng is really too an, my Brother Tian hates her, so with association, sorry everyone!"
With that, he pulled out so bright red hundred-dollar bills, distributing them to a few people.
Liu Chuandao imdiately bent over for the money, Duan Shigang was no exception, even Tang Jing went with the flow and took one.
Gong Jin didn’t take Zhao Xiaofeng’s money, seeing his colleagues had all turned, yet he didn’t lose his temper, instead rembering Qi Tianheng.
He could see the other party was obviously quite well-established in Fourth Middle School.
At the sa ti, a worthy example for a cautionary tale.
"Buddy, you really don’t want it?" Zhao Xiaofeng didn’t understand, is there anyone these days who doesn’t want money?
Gong Jin carried a big broom, retreating to his duty area.
Lu Qiqi praised secretly, strengthening her confidence: ’His family must be very wealthy!’
Everyone continued cleaning, sweeping intermittently.
Physical Education teacher Gu Wei led the sports team, deliberately ran a circle down the campus main road, boosting presence.
At the school gate, a caraman shouldered a cara, a smartly dressed female reporter, walked into the Fourth Middle School campus, beginning the introduction.
First, she introduced the founding year of Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School, campus features, and important people it produced.
Finally, gazing towards the incoming wave of new students, the female reporter smiled, using a professional broadcast voice: "The new spring arrives as promised, welcoming students back, another year of school season, students..."
The female reporter kept walking, continued on, reached the area where Class 8 was cleaning, she randomly chose a slightly chubby boy, asking: "Hello, student, at the beginning of the new year, do you have any special expectations for the new sester?"
Wang Longlong was directing the class’s transformation work, facing the female reporter’s question, he hesitated, then said: "Do I need to say a few words briefly?"
"Hey, yes, yes, you say a few words briefly." The female reporter handed him the microphone.
Wang Longlong cleared his throat gently, brushed his hair, smiling happily: "Then I’ll say a few words briefly!"
"At this wonderful mont of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, stepping into the long-lost campus, in my heart arises not only the boldness of ’After three days, one should look at with new eyes!’ The new sester is not only a fresh start for learning, but also a chance for self-transcendence and transformation, as the ancients say, studying is like rowing upstream..., in terms of moral cultivation, it’s also ’Renew yourself every day, strive to renew...’"
The female reporter nodded frequently, very satisfied, thinking this student was quite cultured, speaking quite well.
Then Wang Longlong didn’t stop: "’A tree that embraces, is born from tiny roots; a nine-story terrace, begins with a pile of soil’, I deeply understand any great achievent... give all effort, pursue perfection... with the spirit of ’Reading ten thousand books, traveling ten thousand miles’, broaden horizons..."
Wang Longlong: "Having beginnings but few find endings, may we..."
The female reporter listened for a few minutes, unable to interrupt, she tried several tis to cut in, but was interrupted by Wang Longlong’s passionate speech.
Finally, the caraman couldn’t take it anymore, didn’t even want to film.
The female reporter seized an opportunity, finally found a chance, quickly concluded and ran away.
Wang Longlong hadn’t had enough, he was not finished.
The female reporter ran out quite far, paused, started looking for the second interviewee.
It was a boy with glasses, seemingly not good with words, she quickly stepped forward, interviewing: "Student, may I ask which grade and class you are in?"
Chen Qian pushed his glasses: "The weak discuss grades, the strong only aim for college entrance exams."
In the cold weather, the female reporter sweat.
The female reporter asked again: "What do you think of your school’s study atmosphere?"
Chen Qian replied calmly: "I only discuss myself normally, what do others’ affairs have to do with ?"
The female reporter couldn’t hold it in: "Seems this student is a focused academic top-perforr."
Chen Qian held his hands behind his back: "Without being first, how dare to claim academic mastery?"
With that said, he walked off.
’What kind of person!’ The female reporter moved her lips, ultimately didn’t say it aloud.
After all, she was a professional writer, professionalism stood there, at this mont, a burly boy rushed towards them.
The female reporter felt a sense of relief, finally encountering a passionate person, in the end, the boy ran in front of them, pulled out two duck necks, introduced: "Want snacks, choose Grade 11, Class 8’s Pepper Chicken Necks!"
Zhang Chi finished advertising, then quickly ran away.
Female reporter:...
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AM Class, winter large stadium.
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