Chapter 113: Extra

[Strawberry World の Junior High School]
Lin Chaoxi sat at the desk in front of the composition paper that was spread out.
She stared at the green squares for a while, and according to the normal plot, she should not know what to write. But instead, her little essay was written very smoothly, and it was flowing in one go. It must be that the material in life is too comprehensive, so there is no chance to get stuck.
The next day, she went to the school with a small written essay and spoke with Wang Hao.
Su Chen went into the classroom and informed her that she would go to the 303 small classroom to meet at noon.
"At noon, I still want to sleep..." Lin Zhaoxi said subconsciously.
"The teacher-directed activities of the speech contest may be a transition."
Lin Zhaoxi was very surprised: "So regular?"
Su Chen: "Most of the activities are this process."
Thinking of Su Chen seems to be not in the classroom every day at noon, she hurry up the dog's legs: "Morning brother is hard."
"You worked hard yesterday."
Lin Zhaoxi subconsciously turned back, the blackboard behind the classroom reported half, and there was a large blank. She was very embarrassed. She explained it quickly: "Yesterday... suddenly something... I must finish it today."
"It doesn't matter, take your time." Su Chen finished, and went out to do something else.
Wang Hao listened to one ear and showed a very gossip look: "What happened yesterday, did you stay with the Miss Zhang and come out with a blackboard?"
"There are still high teachers..."
Wang Hao’s classmates breathed a sigh of relief:
Is it so bad, they said it’s awkward, even you can’t stand it?

"What is it... I..." Lin Chaoxi sucked the jelly, and it was a cold fight.
"You have a good temper."
"They just tortured me, is it a secret crush?"
"Do you care about their fart?" Wang Hao, and then looked at the girls behind the classroom to get together gossip, "You must not be foolish to admit that Zhang Mingming is sick in this regard."
I remembered the appearance of being calm and self-satisfied on the street last night. Lin Chaoxi suddenly didn’t care much about this:
I don’t think it’s the same.
She asked with a smile.
You said that the jury will not be at noon today. What?"

The result... still no...
At noon, I ate the bowl, and Lin went to the 303 small classroom with a speech and could not support it.
But when she walked into the classroom, she found out that there were no people in the classroom.
Only the boys were sitting at the forefront, and they were very handsome. Although they were not stunned, Lin wanted to whistle.
"Hello?" she greeted her in a low voice.
The boy raised his head sharply, his eyes were big, his hair was slightly rolled, his eyes were extra deep, like a mixed-race.
"I am coming to the meeting..." Lin said.
"No need to have a meeting," the boy said.
"Eh?"
"You want to have a meeting like this, don't you want to go back to take a nap?"
"I want to sleep." Lin is very honest.
The boy thought she was very interesting and said: "You can give your speech, there will be teachers to help you change."

Really change?

"No." The boys are also very honest. "It seems that there is a teacher who has coached it. I will get it back at noon tomorrow."
"Oh."
Lin Zhaoxi put down the speech directly, and she noticed that there was a stack of manuscripts on the table, and everyone had already handed it over.
The boy took her little text, took a look at the name, and looked up curiously: "Are you Lin Shuxi?"
"Yeah?" Lin looked at him. "You know me, am I famous?"
The boy smiled and shook his head and continued to be honest: "No."
"It's a blow to people."
"I know." He still smiles and is slightly meaningful.

Hanamaki took a speech and walked slowly to the teacher's office.
The reason why the speech contest had to go this past is that the last classmates spoke badly in public, the organizer was derelict, and the teacher’s salary was also fined.
But in fact, others have to say, who can stop it?
Hanako knocked on the teacher's office. Sure enough, the teacher in charge of the speech contest said that let him take it back and read it again.
So he completed the task and returned to the classroom.
The sun was good at noon, and I sat in the classroom at the end, basking in the sun, stuffed with headphones in my ears, and the practice was in isolation.
Hana sat down next to him, put down the stack of speeches and asked: "How about my brother, are you interested in doing language work at noon today?"
Pull off a headset and wait for him to ask.
"After the speech of the Friday speech contest, would you give it a review?"
After listening to it, plug the headphones back and continue to do your own thing.
Hanamaki looked at his draft paper, the same content as the sky book, and quickly stopped looking at his own things.
However, after watching it for a while, he began to blink his eyes.
Because the theme of this speech activity is more "traditional"... the speech is also the same.
He even saw two identical stories.
When I was a child, my grades were not good. Dad took him up the mountain to pick mushrooms. There was no mushroom on the mountain. So Dad took him to pick up the jujube and went to the market to sell it. The money he sold changed for the mushroom.
He wrote on paper and wrote: "It is recommended to pick mushrooms with class and his father."
He looked at him and suddenly said: "Too sharp."
"You are not not watching?"
"Just see it."
"I know, so I used a pencil." Hana said, rubbing the spit and writing something serious.
He continued to look down, the next speech was written on the text, and the cover also painted a cartoon pig. The content is not very long, but after reading it from beginning to end, he is somewhat fascinated.

Why can you explore things that you are not aware of?
After reading it, he asked deeply.
I didn't talk, moved the draft paper a bit and drew a square on the paper.
Hanamaki surprised: "How do you know?"
"Because this sentence is very important in the history of mathematics, Tong Nu asked the question of Socrates and was inspired by it. The root number 2 appeared."
Hanamaki: "..."
"how?"
"Daddy’s father’s father also said this,
he said as he handed over the speech he had just received.
Unlike other speeches, Lin Zhaoxi wrote a small essay that her father told her about mathematics stories. There was no lyrical content from beginning to end, but it was very vivid, and it was very difficult to take it.
The Hanamaki didn't take care of him, and he smacked the scalp to read the rest.
When he finished the last speech, he finally returned Lin’s book.
Have you seen it for so long?
The flower roll opened the book and was shocked.
Lin’s speech was actually revised by the person who was smashed.
He used the pencil to carefully mark the details of the article, not only changed the narrative of the two formulas, but also changed the typos and the disease.
"Don't you say you don't want to see it?"
"I have not said this sentence."
Han Huan looked at the side of Yan Zhi, stunned, and recalled, the classmates of Yu Zhi directly ignored them, as if they had never said anything.

Hana expressed regret that it was impossible to say "the mouth is the wrong thing."
But at noon on Friday, he sat in a small classroom with a subtle heart, waiting for Lin to come to the text.
The girls came a little late, and at first glance they went out to eat at the school gate.
In order to chill and get closer, Hanamaki asked her: "Have you eaten at noon?"
Lin smiled and replied: "Eat."
"what did you eat?"
"Hey, the old street, great, I am going to eat for three days." She introduced him very lively.
The Hanamaki continued to laugh. He handed back the text of Lin’s eve, and the thought in his mind was that the hobbies were the same, and it was very suitable.
Lin Chaoxi took the text and turned to want to go.
Hanamaki hurriedly stopped people: "Wait!"
"What else?"
I don't want to miss the opportunity to watch a movie...
Hanako "coughed" aloud: "Now look at the changes, there are any questions to mention."
Lin nodded and turned a little curious to open the text.
The look of surprise on her face, just as the Hanamaki was ready to listen to her exclamation, but found that the girl's expression calmed down, very carefully holding the book.
Finally, Hanamaki saw her look up and listened to her very swearing: "The teacher is very serious, thank you teacher."
Actually not a teacher.
The Hanamaki was very proud. He coughed again and dragged his tune. He just wanted to tell Lin the truth.
Just then, there was a sudden appearance at the door of the classroom. The classmate looked serious and said: "Lin dynasty, Gao teacher let you go over."

On the way to the teacher's office, Lin Chaoxi was full of the revised speech.
She was actually very surprised. Everyone said that she was going through the game. I didn't expect the teacher to help her to make serious changes. This kind of rigorous attitude is very admirable.
When I arrived at the teacher's office, the atmosphere was very subtle. Gao Xuan looked like a word and stopped, and she found out that she had just forgotten what was going on.
"Lin Zhaoxi classmates." Gao Xuan spoke up.
"what?"
"This is the case. Today, our class teacher, Feng, is not there, so the teacher of class 1 has responded to me with a question and needs me to find you."
Lin Chaoxi was inexplicable. She recalled the seat of a class teacher, Ma, and looked at it. She found that Ma’s face was stiff and seemed to look down on her.
Since the class teacher is not there, she replied very astutely: "Then you wait for Mr. Feng to come back and say me."
"The mouth is slippery, don't think about repentance!"
Lin Daixi was a bit embarrassed by this pair of idioms, a little wronged.
Gao Xuan was helpless. He took a letter from the drawer and placed it in front of her. He whispered, "I asked you yesterday that you still don't tell the truth. Did you write a love letter to you?"
"No." Lin bowed his head and found that it was a pink letterhead.
Gao Xuan said softly: "The school prohibits early love. I am as big as you, and I will like other boys, but I still try to restrain myself..."
"I have not written a love letter." Lin Chaoxi interrupted her directly.
Gao Xuan’s face was cold.

Mr. Ma, a class teacher, directly said:
I don’t study well, but I also need to influence other students. What do you think in your mind?

"I really didn't write it..." Lin is very happy. "If you don't believe it, you can check the writing."
"What is the print of the check?"
Lin Chaoxi frowned, picked up the pink letter from the table and opened it. It was really a love letter.
It describes her love for her, the content is very similar to the online excerpt, the words are embarrassing.
At the end of the love letter, her name was clearly written.
The evidence is very solid, but after I saw it on the eve of the night, I calmly accepted the letter: "What did you print out of what I wrote?"
"You do your own thing, Ma Pingping interjected: I know clearly."
"So, this letter was handed over to you by hand and said that I wrote it to him?" Lin asked.
"You are still concerned about this kind of thing, you are a girl, are you a bit shameful?"
"Writable love letters are a piece of mind, I want to write, why not write on your own?"
Gao Xuan asked: "Who will marry you for this kind of thing?"
Having said that, Lin gave her a look at the evening.
The eyes are clear and calm, it is just a female junior high school student, but Gao Xuan seems to hear her sneer - "You say it."
After that, Lin did not argue again.
She stood in the same place, no matter what Ma teacher or anyone else said, she said nothing.
"You are also the person who wants to face, the teacher will keep it secret for you, study hard, don't go to harass your classmates, can you?"
Gao Xuan used this sentence as a summary of his speech. Lin Chaoxi screamed, sneered at the sneer, and turned away from the office.
From beginning to end, the back is quite straight, and there is no point to repent.

On the empty corridor, Lin has been walking all the way, unconsciously, climbed to the top of the teaching building.
She casually found a step and sat down. She didn't think about anything, holding her knees and licking her tears in her eyes.
She pinched her face.
Telling myself that I have performed very well, this is not her fault.
The only thing that is not handsome enough is that there is no big party to admit that if you encounter it again in the future, you must not be embarrassed.
Reassuring oneself, Lin has calmed down a lot.
The revised speech was also placed on the ground, and she took it on her knee.
Instead of thinking about things that are not happy, it is better to do something serious.
So she silently read the revised speech from beginning to end.
The wind blew through her cheeks, and there was a very light and sweet osmanthus smell in the air. Her eyes fell on the last sentence.
There was no commentary on the sentence, but Lin always felt that the teacher who helped her to modify this manuscript seemed to have been staring at it for a long time.

Compared with exploring the beauty of the unknown, most of the world’s luck is no longer important.

Lin Chaoxi sat on the empty corridor steps of no one, opened the text, and recited this sentence silently.
Forcibly gaining a spiritual victory...

Before the speech contest began, he went to a teacher's office.
The teachers and several female students talked together and did not find him.
"Mr. Ma is not angry, I found that you are a bit of a mother-in-law, and girls like to be as normal as they are."
"There is no shame, nothing is written!"
"Mr. Ma, don't be angry. In fact, many of our classmates like to swear, that is, Lin is a bit bolder."
After the release of things, the footsteps paused.
The teacher and the girls were all over.
"What is it?"
"Why don't you knock on the door?"
The bend of the bend was bent, and several teachers dispersed back to their seats. Only the intern teacher sat in the seat and was collecting something.
Turning the route, I walked over and found that she was stacking a piece of paper and stuffing it into the envelope on the table.
Bow down, the words "to: classmates" on the pink envelope.
"My letter?"
"Not very good, the teacher has finished processing."
"Can I have a look?"
Gao Xuan lived, Zhang Mingming was also on the side, but the words "丨之", which were bare, were printed on the envelope. What can they say?
The boy’s hand was pressed on the envelope, and the ten fingers were slender and very good. The letter that she just folded was reopened.
I can see it very quickly. The words that are exaggerated in this "love letter" are like the ones extracted from the Internet, and the writings of the speeches are completely different.
After he finished reading, he paused on the name of the payment, and did not know why she encountered such a thing.
Gao Xuan sat in a chair, Zhang Mingming stood next to them, and they began to observe the expression of 裴.
The boy’s face is neither disgusting nor smiling. He looks very calm and awake. He is as serious as reading a love letter and reading a textbook. His temperament and conservation are all very good.
Gao Xuan and Zhang Mingming’s mood for watching the show gradually disappeared.
The boys saw the end, stuffed the love letter into the envelope at a steady speed, and placed the letter in their school uniform pocket under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"Hey classmates, what are you doing..." Zhang Mingming could not help but interrupt.
"The letter written to me, I accepted it."
Simple and neat answer.
Looking at the boy's slender and sturdy eyes, that moment, Zhang Mingming had the embarrassing feeling of being slapped.

When returning from the office to the lecture hall, the speech contest venue has been arranged.
He sat down on the student judges' seat and sat for one afternoon.
The players came one after another, and the applause of the venue was gradually dimmed by the almost identical story.
Until Lin dynasty came to power.
The girl took a nap and then pulled the microphone on the stage: "My speech today is the same as everyone else, my father. But my father is a little different because he is a single father."
The girls smiled and did not hide the family situation.
She seems to have been trained by the teacher, her eyes are still swollen, but the corners of her mouth are excited, but can not help but rise, it seems very spiritual.
Sitting on the chair, he looked up slightly.
Listen to her story in a very simple sentence when she was a child; to talk about things that he has seen it all over, but listen to what she said and become more interesting.
The sweet sound came out of the speaker, and some creaked.
The 15-year-old Lin Chaoxi did not know.
She will like to sit in the stage for a long time, and she has been quietly watching her for a long time.
And the "love letter" that made her grievous and crying was also put in his pocket.
All her minds of the girlhood era have been conveyed through some special form.
The author has something to say: Happy New Year, originally wanted to send on the 1st, was played by the Jinjiang background to the 2nd.
New year, I wish you all the best in the world