Don’t Be Aggressive with Me

The affiliated school has a tradition that has lasted for many years. Every senior year of high school has to order class clothes spontaneously in the first few months of the college entrance examination. Lao Zhao has always liked this kind of activity related to class collective feelings, and he started preparing for this early. .

"Our class uniforms must be able to show their own characteristics." Lao Zhao stood on the podium passionately and said, "We will wear class uniforms for the rest of the few months to go to school. , So the kind that is too ordinary must not be required."

"Do you guys? Discuss first, see if you have any styles you like, and then talk to me."

As soon as Old Zhao left the classroom, the class exploded.

"I think so." Zhao Tianhao took the lead and said, "We have been wearing school uniforms for three years. We finally have a chance to wear other clothes. We have to take good care of it. The class uniforms must not be too ugly."

"That's for sure." A few boys in the back row rushed to follow suit, and complained angrily, "If you don't wear this ugly, life-threatening school uniform every day, I can **** single. Three years? Fuck, the more you think about it, the more angry you get."

"You better save the time." A girl next to him relentlessly? He poured cold water on him, "It's obviously your own problem. You don't put the responsibility on the uniforms. Look at Xie Chen, It’s the same in school uniforms, so why is there such a big difference."

Body? Faintly? looked at Xie Chen: "..."

The gap between people and people really isn't just a little bit.

Cheng Siqiao heard the conversation of several people, separated from the sea of ​​questions, glanced at Xie Chen a few times, and said in disagreement: "It's not as good-looking as you said."

"Eh Chen brother, Qiao sister." Ti Wei called out to them both, "Do you have any ideas about the class service?"

Xie Chen stopped writing, raised his head and glanced up, and said lightly: "Nothing? No idea, what should I wear? Anyway."

"Me too." Cheng Siqiao really didn't bother to waste his brain cells on such things.

"You don't refer to their opinions?" Zhao Tianhao interrupted the body committee's thinking and sneered. "As far as their faces are concerned, even if you put the costumes of the square dancers outside on them, it would be beautiful. Okay?"

"How about a suit?" a boy suddenly suggested, "A boy's white shirt with a suit and a girl's shirt with a pleated skirt are so handsome. After putting it on, our class will be a standard campus idol drama."

"Are you crazy?" Zhou Yangyang said in disbelief, "You didn't listen to Lao Zhao just saying that we have to wear class uniforms for the remaining months. Do you want to wear a suit to class? First? Don't talk about the same school. Disagree, wait until June, are you sure you won’t be killed by heat?"

"Oh, cou, I forgot about class." The boy patted on the desk, "What should I wear then? How good is it?"

"If you want? I see the simplest white T-shirt." Zhou Yangyang said, "I see that many seniors and senior sisters used to wear class clothes like this, and then we can customize some graffiti that can represent our class on it, which is very beautiful. It is also very commemorative."

"I think it can."

"I have no objection?."

"Are there any other people's objections?" Zhou Yangyang was the monitor of the class. This kind of thing would naturally take the lead, and he stood up and asked the rest of the people, "What if everyone doesn't have any opinions? , I'll talk to Lao Zhao in a while."

See? Others didn't speak, Zhou Yangyang greeted from the podium: "That's it, let me ask Lao Zhao's opinion first? We can slowly think about the graffiti on the clothes."

In the afternoon between classes, the sports committee and Zhao Tianhao and a few of the boys who were better at playing got together and started to discuss what to use on the clothes? Which pattern would be better.

"Yes? Let me say it." Zhao Tianhao glanced at Xie Chen, "Let's simply print Xie Chen's photo in the middle, and everyone will follow his good luck, so he can get a few more points in the exam."

Xie Chen: "..."

Several others: "..."

"Zhao Tianhao, what do you think about every day? What do you think?" Cheng Siqiao was the first to stand up and refuse, knocking on his head with a book, "What are you doing? What a bad idea! Come here to harm my family Xie Chen, why don't you print yourself What about the top?"

"Isn't I not as good-looking as Brother Chen?" Zhao Tianhao explained, "Besides, Xie Chen hasn't posted yet? What about you, sister Qiao, why are you in a hurry?"

"Brother Chen, what do you think?"

"I think if you live enough, just say it straight." Xie Chen glanced at him coldly.

Zhao Tianhao: "..."

"Well." Zhao Tianhao waved his hand impatiently, "I can see it, Xie Chen, please protect Cheng Siqiao."

"Wait." Afterwards, I realized what Cheng Siqiao had said, "Sister Qiao, what did you just say? Did you say Xie Chen?"

"Fuck you, don't you know it, right?" Zhao Tianhao seemed to have found out what happened? What a shocking news? He heard it, jokingly? Looking at him, "You don't know? Are they together?"

"How do I know? Go there?" The body was incredulous? Looking at Xie Chen, "Brother Chen, is this true?"

Xie Chen nodded blankly.

"You too? Not interesting enough!" He patted on Xie Chen's shoulder, "You won't tell me if you leave the order, but I still worry about your lifelong affairs. Yesterday the sophomore in high school came to me— —"

Realizing that Cheng Siqiao was also on the scene, he abruptly held back the second half of the sentence.

"What happened to the sophomore girl?" Cheng Siqiao had a cold look in his eyes, and stayed on him for a long time. "Are you going to go on and say it?"

"It's okay." Physically, pleasedly, smiled, "Sister Qiao, you just heard it wrong."

Under Cheng Siqiao’s death gaze, she bit her scalp and continued to say: “That’s how she had a pretty girl in the second year of high school. She was in the same school with me when we were in junior high school. We’ve known each other a long time ago. I met Xie Chen once at school and thought he was very handsome, and knew that he and I were classmates and had a good relationship, so I came and asked if I could give her Xie Chen's contact information."

"Meet in school?" Cheng Siqiao turned his eyes on Xie Chen again.

"No impression." Xie Chen shook his head and said that he was innocent.

"Brother Chen, of course, has no impression!" The body worked hard to recover from his mistakes, "Did not Xie Chen come on stage to give a speech during the Hundred Days Swearing Master a few days ago, she just saw it on the spot?"

"Then did you give her contact information?" Cheng Siqiao asked with a cold face.

"No, no." Body? Wei Lian waved his hand, "Sister Qiao, don't worry, I didn't give anything."

"Besides, I didn't know that this is the relationship between the two of you." The Sports Committee complained, "If I knew it, I would have given up that school girl's heart a long time ago."

"It's alright." Zhao Tianhao helped several people mediate, "Xie Chen doesn't know that? What kind of school girl, sister Qiao, what else are you worried about?"

Cheng Siqiao hummed and glanced at Xie Chen, and didn't say anything?

"Classmates." Lao Zhao's voice suddenly came. He took a step and walked to the podium. He took the blackboard eraser and knocked on the podium a few times. "All first? Go back to your seat and sit down. Do I have something to do? Say."

"In the morning, the monitor came over to talk to me about the class clothes." He paused, "I think everyone's ideas are very good. T-shirts are indeed a good choice."

"But the teacher thinks white is too ordinary."

As soon as the voice fell, the classmates below wailed.

Cheng Siqiao leaned against Zhou Yangyang behind and asked her in a low voice, "What's wrong with everyone?"

"You don't know? Tao." Zhou Yangyang explained desperately, "Lao Zhao's aesthetics has always been unsatisfactory. When we were in the first year of high school, we had a literary performance. What did the other classes wear? Skirt, old Zhao Fei told us to wear camouflage uniforms."

Cheng Siqiao: "..."

Sure enough, Lao Zhao continued: "Although white is good, it doesn't show the vigor of our second class."

"I think the big red is better? Better?."

All of the second class?: "..."

"Red is the most festive and auspicious color." Old Zhao saw? Everyone's expressions are positively arousing everyone's emotions. "What does the college entrance examination symbolize? It is a turning point, a success? Achievement! Red is the most representative of success. ? The color of power!"

"Teacher." Zhou Yangyang interrupted him, tactfully expressing his resistance, "Are red and red a bit? Too gorgeous?"

"No." With a wave of his hand, the old Zhao didn't feel anything wrong, and his heart was very firm. "The teacher has thought about it a long time ago. Other classes will definitely order white T-shirts. Our class chooses red. Will definitely stand out in the grade."

Zhou Yangyang: "......"

Classmates, I tried my best.

"There are also the patterns on the clothes." Old Zhao continued to wave, "I think it's okay to print the graffiti about our class on the front, but the back can't be too empty."

"So I want to print a horse on the back to symbolize the success of the horse."

Class two fell silent again.

Zhao Tianhao couldn't help but stabbed Zhou Yangyang aside, "Yangyang, what can you do to stop Lao Zhao from doing this crazy?"

Zhou Yangyang smiled and didn't smile: "Did you know him the first day? Do you think he will listen to me?"

"No, the key point is that this combination is too earthy."

"..."

"I know that the classmates might think that this kind of match is not beautiful enough." As if he had been prepared, Lao Zhao suddenly took out a red T-shirt from the bag beside him, "Teacher, there is a sample, except for the front. Except for no graffiti, everything else is the same. I brought it here for you."

"Come to Xie Chen." Lao Zhao greeted Xie Chen casually, "You go to the bathroom to change, let everyone see the effect."

Suddenly named Xie Chen: "..."

"Teacher, can I not wear it?" Xie Chen resisted.

"No!" Old Zhao made a stern face, "You are the only squad leader in the class. You must take the lead at this time, go!"

Xie Chen: "..."

At this moment, you think of me as the monitor.

Xie Chen resigned himself to his fate? Go to the bathroom to change clothes and return to the class. Old Zhao asked him to stand on the podium. His skin color was originally cold and white, which matched the red color. In addition, he had a good body. The clothes that would look horrible on him produced dozens of times better results.

"I rely on!" Tiwei sighed behind, "Why do I suddenly feel that this dress is a little bit better? It looks good."

A boy behind him said: "I feel so too, how do I feel that Xie Chen wears this dress? It's whiter..."

"Maybe we got it wrong before? Could it be that red is white?"

"Can you be sober?" Zhao Tianhao said helplessly, "It is obviously that Xie Chen looks good, what does it have to do with clothes?!"

However, other people were immersed in the conclusion that red clothes can be white and not so ugly to wear. They did not pay attention to his words, and they all agreed: "I suddenly feel that this dress is acceptable to me!"

"I can too!"

"It looks so special!"

After seeing their reaction, Lao Zhao nodded with satisfaction: "Then it's settled. Now I'm just short of the previous graffiti. You can take the lead in discussing the art committee with everyone, and settle it down as soon as possible."

When Xie Chen stood on the podium, her eyes were always looking in the direction of Cheng Siqiao. If she was wearing such an indescribable dress in the past, she would definitely laugh at herself, but today she didn't even look at it.

After he returned to his seat, Cheng Siqiao was also ignorant of answering.

"What's the matter?" Xie Chen patted her shoulder, "Why is it so cold suddenly?"

Cheng Siqiao scratched his pen on the calculation paper, deliberately not looking at him.

"It's not because of what they said just now? School girl?" Xie Chen chuckled softly, "No, I don't even know her."

Cheng Siqiao glanced at him and continued to remain silent.

"I haven't found it before? Are you so jealous?" Xie Chen leaned in her direction, "I'm really innocent."

"Who made you have such an enchanting face?" Cheng Siqiao snorted, and poked Xie Chen's face with his hands. "I don't know? How many people are thinking about your face."

"No matter how many people are thinking about it, it's useless." Xie Chen clasped her palm and said lazily, "I will always be yours alone."

"Okay, don't hold back in the classroom all the time." Xie Chen rubbed her hair? "Go to the store and buy you something delicious."

As soon as he left the classroom, Xie Chen remembered that he still had nothing to take, and said to Cheng Siqiao: "Wei An asked me to bring him the materials from the first year of high school. You are here to wait for me, I will go in and get it."

Cheng Siqiao nodded, leaning on the promenade in front of the class and waiting for Xie Chen.

"Hello, classmate." A sweet girl rang in Cheng Siqiao's ear. She raised her head and saw a girl with delicate makeup standing in front of her. The girl was taller than her. She cast her head down and continued, "Can help May I find Xie Chen from your class?"

Cheng Siqiao: "..."