Chapter 270: Chapter 230: Picnic Chapter 270: Chapter 230: Picnic On the platform, class leader Huang Zhongfei shouted:
“Ti’s up, everyone! Gather downstairs.”
The classmates in the room got up one after another, creating a sort of chaotic bustle, and amid this commotion, Xue Yuantong, who was previously hunched over her desk, furiously scribbling away, finally put down her pen.
She clapped her little hands together, looking like she had just accomplished a great feat.
Chen Siyu had noticed sothing off about Xue Yuantong earlier. She, who was always so laid-back, had been working so diligently—truly a case of the sun rising from the west. It almost made her think Xue Yuantong had a twin sister or sothing.
“Were you just writing sothing?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yep, I’ve finished writing my essay about the spring outing,” Xue Yuantong boasted proudly.
Not only did she write her own, but she also wrote one for Jiang Ning, planning on making Jiang Ning repay her in kind; otherwise, she certainly wouldn’t have done it for her.
Chen Siyu couldn’t believe what she heard and incredulously said,
“The teacher didn’t ask for it, did they?”
Xue Yuantong was full of confidence: “Don’t worry. When we co back this afternoon, the school will definitely ask us to write it.”
Jiang Ning: “You really are a little clever clogs.”
Xue Yuantong bragged, “Who do you think I am?”
Chen Siyu raised another point of suspicion, “You didn’t go hiking, how could you write it?”
Xue Yuantong: “What’s so hard about that, just make it up.”
…
Below the teaching building, on the plaza, the students had ford a formation; the entire first year had 12 classes, with over six hundred students.
Horoom teacher Shan Qingrong stood in front of Class 8, conducting roll call like a general.
Every mber of Class 8 was present, with not a single one absent.
Shan Qingrong looked at the boys and asked:
“Each class should select a flag-bearer. Who wants to do it in our class?”
Carrying the flag ant being responsible for holding the big flag, leading the way at the front of the line. Although it was prestigious, it was also restrictive and would definitely be tiring after a long walk.
After a brief silence, the sports committee mber Zhang Chi stepped forward, volunteering eagerly:
“Horoom teacher, I’ll do it!”
Zhang Chi actually didn’t want to do this, but he found himself in a bind because, half a month earlier, he had been scamd out of five hundred yuan in a reselling sche, and the money wasn’t even his own.
Specially, he had borrowed it from the class leader.
On the day he borrowed the money, many girls saw it, and everyone knew that he had borrowed a few hundred from Huang Zhongfei. Lately, so girls jokingly asked him if he had returned the class leader’s money.
Zhang Chi cursed inwardly, Damn it, I borrowed the money from the class leader, not you girls. What’s it got to do with you?
Was there really a need for so much ddling?
Originally, seeing Huang Zhongfei’s mild manner, Zhang Chi had even thought about weaseling out of repaying, but faced with the girls in his class, he really had no way out. If he dared to default on the debt, given those girls’ penchant for gossip, he would most certainly be labeled as soone who didn’t pay back his debts.
Eventually, finding no escape, Zhang Chi thought of the poverty subsidy. The high school poverty subsidy amounted to several hundred yuan, and given his family’s situation, as long as he behaved well, he was sure to get it, which would then enable him to pay back the class leader’s money.
For this reason, Zhang Chi actively sought to give a good impression, even tolerating Gao Heshuai seeking trouble with him several tis—all for that few hundred yuan.
Zhang Chi stood at the front of the line, holding up the big flag.
The troops set off, following the commands issued by the academic office, and the lines of students began moving.
Happiness and freedom radiated from the students’ faces, as if they were rushing towards a wonderful future.
Batches of formations, connected like a serpent, stread along the wide main artery of the campus, where the small gardens on both sides teed with spring vitality. Several statues of sika deer stood on the smooth grass.
The school broadcasting station staff, with caras slung over their shoulders, recorded the spring scenery.
The ford serpent of students exited the school and reached the crossroads, where because the line was too long, they crossed the road in batches.
“Where’s the horoom teacher? Have you guys seen the horoom teacher?” Chen Siyu asked.
Now at the front of the line, leading the students, was Huang Zhongfei.
Because the horoom teacher was missing, a bit of commotion ensued, but it didn’t last long before Shan Qingrong caught up with them on his little motorcycle.
Classmates: …
Walking for about fifteen minutes, the group arrived at the river dam.
Seldom did the students co together to the countryside, and they found the air so fresh. Faced with the vast landscapes, their oppressed moods seed to broaden along with the horizons.
“Is your ho near the river dam?” Chen Siyu asked Xue Yuantong.
“That’s right, just up ahead!” Xue Yuantong pointed.
Looking in the direction she pointed, Chen Siyu could vaguely see a row of small bungalows in the distance.
The column kept moving forward, walking on. At first, no one felt anything unusual, only a sense of novelty since the riverside scenery was fairly pleasing. However, after walking for forty minutes, groans began to erge from the procession.
The resilient Xue Yuantong, who started off at the front of the line, fell back to the rear, walking alongside Jiang Ning.
At this point, the group was no longer as strict as when they had set out. As long as no one ran off, the teachers walking with them weren’t too strict.
Guo Ran rode her electric bicycle next to Class 8’s line.
She shouted to Xue Yuantong, “If you’re tired, hop on, and I’ll take you.”
“Not tired, not tired at all,” Xue Yuantong replied. How could she possibly indulge in such a timid act?
Even if it ant crawling, she would reach the destination. That was a life principle for Xue Yuantong.
After Xue Yuantong declined, students from Class 9 behind her called out,
“Mr. Guo, we’re so tired.”
Gao Heshuai glared at the Class 9 students and bellowed, “Good, being tired is exactly right. Comfort is for the dead!”
The Class 9 students cursed internally, wishing that Gao Heshuai would just roll down from the dam.
Jiang Ning, with his black bag slung over his back, enjoyed the sweetness of spring with a piece of candy in his mouth, given to him by Ma Shicheng.
He had previously lent money to Ma Shicheng, who used it to try his luck in a phone sale but failed the first ti around.
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