Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 10: Class meeting
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Sanmon High School has a forum on the Internet, which was built by a few wealthy ladies in the second year of high school. Because there is no official website yet, this small forum has become a gathering place for all the students on the Internet.
The title of 4g comes from this forum.
Ordinary high schools will strictly restrict students’ access to the Internet, believing that this will affect learning, but private schools will not. There is a computer room on each floor of the dormitory, equipped with enough computers, and wireless network coverage in the dormitory.
Last night, a post titled "f4 and 4g" was enhanced and pinned to the top. It compared the four beautiful men and the four saints in "Meteor Storm" in detail, and was surprised to find that they have many similarities.
City a is a big city, but the circle of rich people is so big. There are not a few people in this school who know each other at home, and soon some people will pick out the background of the four. The four families of Jiang Chen Hanyang are well-known in city a, and Si Cao happens to be the direct descendants of these four families.
Love's broken thoughts: Some things are said on the Internet, please don't mess with them
Doll: What do you mean upstairs?
Two black dogs: Same question, what do you mean?
Love's broken thoughts: I was in the same school as them in junior high school, no one dared to provoke them, so you can do it for yourself.
Oba Zalanghey: I am also in the same school with them, rest assured, they never beat girls, only teach boys
Wow: wow wow, such a gentleman, it really is the real version of f4
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Handsome appearance, prominent family background, distinctive dress, fierce to boys and gentle to girls, the title 4g quickly swept the entire campus.
During the morning reading, Sister Hua kept writing the names of the four people in her notebook, and even Liu Lu couldn't help asking her tablemate Qian Jiahui about 4g. Qian Jiahui also had a junior high school with them before, and he should know many things.
Qian Jiahui's expression is wilting, "You tell me how to make Snow Brother wash his hair, and I will tell you what 4g is like in junior high school."
Brother Snowflake is the nickname everyone gave to Li Bowen, because when he shakes his head, snow will flutter.
The conversation between the two ended up without a problem.
Song Xiao heard that the four had a distinguished family and was a little worried. The concubine in the family climbed up to the four people. If it is still against him as before, he must take precautions early.
The morning class is about mathematics. The focus of high school Chinese is ancient prose analysis. For Song Xiao, there is no need to learn, but he still listens to the teacher carefully. After all, the vocabulary usage is very different between ancient and modern. It can also be used to read modern accents as quickly as possible. Mathematics is still talking about number sets, so there is nothing difficult for now.
As for foreign language classes, Song Xiao can actually read textbooks. In the days when Dayu was strong and prosperous, foreign countries often came to congratulate him. He also learned several languages from the people of Honghu Temple. For the unforgettable champion, it is not difficult to learn a foreign language.
However, the book can be read, but the lesson is not! Song Xiao didn't understand what was doing, what added the or not, Song Xiao didn't understand, a good language, why should it be divided into parts to learn.
"Okay, let's find a classmate to read this passage." After the English teacher said a bunch of strange corpse sentences, he was about to pick someone to read the text, and he looked up and saw lying on the table sleeping Yu Tang, who was dizzy in the sky, immediately cut off the chalk in his hand and threw it at him with lightning speed.
"Swish—" A ball of paper flew from behind, and it happened to collide with the chalk head, and it stayed in the air for a moment, hurting both sides, and both fell to the ground.
"It's—who—" The English teacher was angry, "Who threw the paper?"
Yu Tang was awakened by the loud voice and sat up with frowning.
"Yu Tang!" The English teacher couldn't find an outlet for venting, so he called directly, "Get up and read this passage!" There are several new words in this passage. I just finished speaking, it is not easy to read, teacher Set your attention, if Yu Tang stubbornly read, teach him a good lesson.
Yu Tang stood up slowly, picked up the textbook in front of him, and read: "Hou Jin and Qin Bowei Zheng, they are rude to Jin, and also to Chu..."
The English teacher's face suddenly turned green.
Qian Jiahui vigorously carried the table, turned his head and winked.
Yu Tang glanced at him, put down the book in his hand without changing his face, and picked up Song Xiao's textbook casually. Then, everyone heard the low male voice comparable to the BBC broadcast, and read the whole text fluently.
Just then, the get out of class bell rang, and the English teacher swallowed back. After holding back for a while, he said: "Don't sleep in class from now on." Then he hummed away.
"Wow, squad leader, your pronunciation is too standard!" Liu Lu looked at him adoringly, and other students around also cast admiring glances.
Yu Tang ignored them, and glanced at Song Xiao next to him from the corner of the eye, but did not see the "worship" he expected, instead he was lonely that could not be concealed.
Because of the inadvertent sense of familiarity, Song Xiao has a vague expectation in his heart. Perhaps the emperor came halfway just like him, and he still remembers all the past lives. However, this faint hope was shattered upon hearing the pronunciation of Yutang in a foreign language.
The former Emperor Jing Yuan refused to learn any foreign languages, thinking that it was the barbarian bird language.
Yu Tang looked at the gloomy Song Xiao, somewhat at a loss, looked around the classroom solemnly, and saw a girl who took out snacks from a drawer to share with the same table, who was doing homework with a cold face. The same table immediately smiled, and the two started talking and laughing about "4g".
Raising her hand, a **** plum appeared in the palm of her hand instantly, Yu Tang looked at Song Xiao, and slowly passed the fruit in her hand: "I'll eat it for you."
"Huh?" Song Xiao was taken aback, turned to look at Yu Tang, and then at the plum in his hand. This guy's drawer is clean. Where did the plum come from? Looking back at the Dugu dark behind Yu Tang, doubts resurfaced.
Song Xiao likes to eat plums, but the official taboos let people know his preferences, so he has always restrained, until after entering the palace, he eats unscrupulously. Seeing that he liked it, Emperor Jingyuan sent all the plums offered to him to Fengyi Palace.
Modern people don't seem to eat plums much anymore, only this kind of black imported plums are sold in schools.
"Yutang, you..." Song Xiao took a bite of the plum and watched what he wanted to say, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise outside the window.
Four boys in trench coats are passing by in the corridor, half-length and not short hair is brushed behind their heads with hairspray, Italian haute couture trench coat, Swiss handmade leather shoes, standard presidential elite head, looks yellower than the morning It's much better.
"4g is here, 4g is here!" The girls in the hallway screamed, and the boys avoided.
"You are in the way." The leader Jiang Shaoye said coldly, and the four of them stopped at the same time.
The girls suddenly became excited, while the boys tried to hide as far as possible. Li Bowen, who came out of class and let out a breath, was unclear. So, looking back at the four boys who didn't wear school uniforms, the snow on their heads fluttered with his movements.
"You..." Seeing dandruff floating on his windbreaker, Young Master Jiang became angry.
"Squad leader, they are going to fight Li Bowen!" A girl stumbled in, and ran in front of Yu Tang in panic and excitement.
Yu Tang didn't even look at it, got up slowly, gave Song Xiao a notebook, and dragged him out.
"Um..." Before Song Xiao finished eating the plums, he was pulled up, and he could only put the notebook under his arm, with one hand being pulled by Yu Tang and the other holding the plum.
Although Yu Tang is only sixteen years old now, the emperor's prestige around him has not diminished in the slightest. Just standing there, others cannot ignore his existence. The originally noisy corridor suddenly quieted because of Yu Tang's appearance.
Yu Tang let go of Song Xiao and walked over slowly, indifferent to the farce that was taking place. When the four young masters saw him coming, they took a step back unconsciously.
"The monitors of each class should go to the Academic Affairs Office for a meeting! The monitors of each class should go to the Academic Affairs Office for a meeting!" The angry voice of the instructor began to roar on the radio again.
Yu Tang didn't even give them a look, and walked through the crowd without squinting to the academic affairs office.
Looking at Yu Tang going to the meeting in a serious manner, Song Xiao didn't know why he wanted to laugh a little. He just ate a bite of a plum. Because the laugh was sour, two tears came from the corner of his eyes.
4g, who felt a bit of a drop, looked coldly at the three distant figures, and suddenly noticed Song Xiao who was following Yu Tang. Isn't that the fool of the Song family? well!
When I came back from the meeting, the fourth self-study class was already in class. Song Xiao took a stack of forms to the podium and returned to his seat.
Raising the chair on the podium, Yu Tang sat down slowly. Dugu stood beside him secretly, tapped the blackboard eraser, picked up the chalk and wrote "Banhui" on the blackboard.
"The school wants to establish the first student union, but all students with normal intelligence and good conduct can sign up." Yu Tang pointed his finger on the stack of forms at hand, "Who wants to sign up, come and get a form. Fill it out and give it to Song Xiao."
The brand of Shengmeng mainly sells educational books. There are three private elementary schools and two private junior high schools under its umbrella. The reputation is very good. Shengmeng High School is only the second year after its opening. Many things are not sound, such as now There is no student union yet.
The establishment of the first session of the Student Union is so meaningful. Everyone is excited, but they dare not discuss it when the class monitor is at it.
"What's the problem?" Yu Tang finished speaking and looked around the classroom, no one was speaking, so he stood up and returned to his seat.
The monitors of other classes were still talking about the spirit of the school’s meeting. The Specialty Class was over. Song Xiao twitched his mouth. This class was open, just like the previous one, he almost stood up. Shout: "Long live my emperor, long live long live!"