December 31st, because of the New Year’s Eve party, Linjiang First High School is decorated festively.
In the classroom corridors, the students are all in high spirits, especially the boys, who can’t wait to transform into werewolves and howl on the spot.
Because tonight, there’s supposed to be so exciting performances.
At this mont, with the arrival of the festival, the school is filled with a harmonious and joyful atmosphere. Students, who have been buried in their books all day, have relieved smiles on their faces, and even the light in their eyes is much brighter than usual.
Obviously, everyone is eagerly anticipating the evening to arrive quickly.
Every now and then, you can see so students carrying large bags coming through the school gates, mostly boys and girls gathering in small circles, chatting and laughing together.
By noon break, class seven beca lively, as class monitor Li Shaojie got hold of a set of high-end sound equipnt, complete with a special microphone for singing.
This equipnt is a prized possession of Principal Zhao Dezhu, who has always kept it in the lounge, never allowing anyone to touch it.
Don’t be misled by Zhao Dezhu’s current stout figure and bald head; he was quite handso in his youth and even dread of becoming a pop star at one point.
It was only later that he couldn’t withstand his father’s strict teaching, and eventually entered the system. Over the years, ti has taken its toll, and now he’s the principal of Linjiang First High School.
Upon learning that Class 11th Grade (7) needed sound equipnt, Zhao Dezhu imdiately offered that there was no need to rent, they could use his!
This is care from the principal!
After all, Ye Qingzhou is now the money maker of Linjiang First High School, right?
Since Ye Qingzhou led the team to win the Phoenix Cup, the school’s funding has skyrocketed. Now he’s the one in charge at First High School, and even the principal respects his opinion.
Before long, class committee mber Zhai Zhulin walked into the classroom carrying a big white plastic shopping bag.
The bag was filled with various snacks, most notably the popular milk candies and chocolates, all brand-na products, of a quality that obviously couldn’t have been bought with class funds.
There’s no need to ask, it’s certainly more of the "principal’s care."
Everyone is used to it by now. After all, Ye Qingzhou was the biggest contributor to the champion team, right?
The boys in the class aren’t jealous. After all, the title of the provincial high school Martial Dao champion isn’t easy to get, and they feel honored to benefit alongside him.
After putting down the snack-filled shopping bag, Zhai Zhulin took out a smaller plastic bag, which didn’t contain food but balloons and strears for later use.
"Who wants to blow up so balloons?"
Zhai Zhulin shouted, imdiately stirring up a commotion, as the boys, eager to impress the girls with their youthful vigor, responded enthusiastically.
They even started to compete.
"! My lung capacity is huge!"
"Let help! I can blow anything!"
Zhai Zhulin then cheerfully took out a bunch of colorful lights from the bag and started hanging them one by one on the classroom ceiling. These were bought last year and had been well preserved by him.
Several class officers moved the desks, stepping on them to do their work.
The whole noon was spent on these arrangents.
Co afternoon classes,
when Ye Qingzhou walked into the classroom, he found it completely transford. Above his head were intertwined light strips in a myriad of colors, looking beautiful once lit up.
anwhile, decorative balloons filled the classroom, making it feel like an amusent park, filled with an atmosphere of joy.
"Ye Qingzhou, it looks amazing," Liang Yawen said, wearing an adorable cat-ear hat, her face beaming, clearly enjoying the festive atmosphere.
"Hmm."
Ye Qingzhou replied nonchalantly, his mind not on the New Year’s Eve celebrations, but continuously contemplating the developnt of the Second Gear in his head.
The exploration of Martial Dao was his greatest joy.
To him, such a festival was just another ordinary day.
PE teacher Xu Lan walked into the classroom and, seeing the new look of class seven, complinted them: "Wow, not bad! It seems like everyone is very enthusiastic."
With her beautiful looks and good personality, Xu Lan was quite popular among the students as a PE teacher.
The mont Xu Lan spoke, the students in class seven imdiately surrounded her with enthusiasm, inviting her warmly: "Then, Teacher, you must co to see our class tonight!"
"Yes, Teacher Xu, co join us. Ye Qingzhou is going to perform in person tonight!"
Xu Lan smiled and agreed, "Alright, it’s a deal then."
She’s also curious about what performance Ye Qingzhou will put on.
With a beautiful teacher like Xu Lan backing them, the boys were even happier, especially those preparing to perform, who worked even harder.
This night was destined to be anything but calm.
Every class was a small stage, and the "ratings" would determine which class was the most popular at First High School.
Although such competition was quite childish, they were, after all, high school students—a bunch of big kids whose inner child was alive and well, so they were fond of this kind of rivalry.
All afternoon, Linjiang First High School was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and everyone eagerly anticipated the arrival of evening, and in this atmosphere, the afternoon classes ended.
Before the students even left the classroom, class committee mber Zhai Zhulin rushed to the podium.
"Now, everyone quickly pack up your books. Tonight, let’s arrange the desks in a circle against the walls so the students can sit behind the desks and leave a space in the middle of the classroom as a stage."
Under Zhai Zhulin’s direction, the boys in class seven started moving the desks while the girls were responsible for cleaning and decorating. The classroom was a chaotic scene, and halfway through the moving, Zhai Zhulin received a phone call.
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