The child bit his lip hard, raised his hand to wipe away tears, looking very bitter, but not hesitating to ask: “Brother?”
Principal Aobao raised his voice: “Otherwise, how will you support me? Do you want to eat white rice at my home early in the morning!”
The child suddenly blushed: “What if I ranked first?”
In an instant, his expression changed dramatically. Principal Aobao looked suspicious, sizing up the child and asking: “What can you do?”
“This summer.”
The child had a clever mind. Even when laughing, his eyes were sharp, with a cunning light, his skin color sufficient to show his masculinity. But this child seemed to always have something hidden in Principal Aobao’s heart – small but incredibly strong, seeming to grow with the wind, making people feel sensitive.
But he was extremely lovable.
In the second-grade class, the head teacher surnamed Wang introduced him briefly at the podium. Classmates enthusiastically welcomed him because he was taller than most classmates. Wang asked Xiaoshu to point to the last row seat, but Xiaoshu said: “I want to sit next to Yuebeibei.”
Wang’s teacher said: “Then the students behind will look down on the blackboard.”
Yuebeibei was about to speak, waiting for the teacher’s permission, and stood up: “I can sit in the last row. Xiaoshu is new and I should help new classmates.”
Wang’s teacher nodded in agreement.In the middle school team, the team leader is just a bit bigger than the small team leader, and a bit smaller than the big team leader.
“Who is the big team leader?”
“Not yet.” After thinking for a moment, he said, “Actually, I was originally the team leader. In the first and second year of high school, I was the team leader during the previous semester. Once the semester started, it was no longer.”
Jia Xu suddenly asked, “Are you getting old?”
“No. My father has other arrangements.” Zhao Bei’s tone was helpless, “I don’t know why either.”
“I want to be the team leader.”
“You can’t, you haven’t even joined the junior team yet!”
“Then I’ll join now.”
“Write an application letter for me, and I’ll submit it to Teacher Wang.”
Jia Xu said, “I can’t write.”
Zhao Bei frowned, paused, and finally decided, “Okay, I’ll help you write. But you’ll write your own name, right?”
