Chapter 25: 25

Zhang Qiaoqiao took out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it, “I have a list of classmates who are going to participate in the National Day Cultural Performance. Some people have signed up with me, and some of them I really want to add in. Now the classmates whose names I read, please stay and we will discuss the performance.”

Lao Liu smiled and praised her, told her about the doors and windows and safety issues, and walked away with a huge triangular ruler.

“Cheng Li.”

Cheng Li put down his schoolbag helplessly, and said, “Sister Qiao, are you interested in me and insist on pulling me to perform?”

Zhang Qiaoqiao looked businesslike as she said, “You can dance hip-hop, it’s useful to keep you.”

Cheng Li said, “Brother Zheng can dance better than me. Why don’t you keep him?”

Zhang Qiaoqiao glared at him, didn’t answer, and continued to read the names.

Others were not as skilled as Cheng Li, so he stayed when he thought of it, and didn’t say anything else.

“Okay, the last one is Fang Yunyan. The others can be dismissed.” 

After the students walked sparsely, Wu Su held a basketball at the door of the classroom and said, “Brother Zheng, let’s play.”

Fang Zheng: “I don’t want to play.”

“That group from Class 1 is going to play against our class on Sunday. Don’t we need to train now?”

“Well, I quit.”

Cheng Li shrugged and gave Wu Su a helpless look.

Did he seem to be able to persuade Brother Zheng?

Wu Su was very persistent and wanted to persuade him when he heard Zhang Qiaoqiao say to Fang Zheng,

“Fang Zheng, why are you still here?”

Fang Zheng thought for a while and spat out, “Substitute.”

 Zhang Qiaoqiao with a huge question mark on her face: “???”

Cheng Li smiled and explained to her, “Sister Qiao, Brother Zheng is saying that if there are not enough people in the rehearsal, he will be a substitute.”

The remaining boys in the class immediately answered.

“Brother Zheng is a good man.”

“A living Lei Feng.” 

(Tl note: Lei Feng is a selfless model citizen, an allegedly soldier in the People’s Liberation Army who was the object of several major propaganda campaigns in China.)

Zhang Qiaoqiao reluctantly agreed.

Wu Su walked toward the playground almost in a trance.

At one point, he felt like he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, why did his Brother Zheng, who had never been interested in literary and artistic activities, not even play basketball and go to rehearsal in the class?

Tong Qiu didn’t sign up, so she had already gone home now.

Yunyan dug out from her schoolbag, turned around, and gave Fang Zheng a dark gray woven pencil case.

If Fang Zheng looked carefully, he could see that the lower left corner of the case was embroidered with a flower ‘Y’ with lines of the same color.

She said, “I saw that you keep looking for a pen every time you go to class. This pencil case is for you.” On the first night before Yunyan officially entered school, she took out the notebook from her school bag.

It summarized all the basic knowledge of high school mathematics and physics, and it was organized.

It was written by Fang Zheng after several nights.

At that time, Yunyan wanted to return the notebook to Fang Zheng, but Mother Fang told her that it was specially prepared for her by Fang Zheng.

After Yunyan saw the contents inside, she was very surprised.

She had done so many sets of papers, and almost all of them were full marks enough to prove that she didn’t need to look at these basic concepts at all.

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Yunyan was about to ask her mother, but Mother Fang thought that she wanted to refuse, so she said, “This is also a piece of your brother’s heart. Over the years, I have never seen him care so much about anyone.”

Yunyan was a considerate girl, so she accepted the notebook.

Mother Fang looked at her well-behaved daughter and couldn’t help but ask her what she wanted.

At that time, Yunyan wanted to give Fang Zheng a small gift, so she said the materials she wanted.

Mother Fang had everything ready that night.

Although she didn’t know what her daughter wanted to do, that was the first time her daughter made a request, and she had to do it.

Therefore, the light gray pencil case in Fang Zheng’s hand was woven by Yunyan.

Cheng Li came over and said, “Yunyan, this pencil case is very unique, where did you buy it? I’ll take Brother Zheng and buy one.”

Fang Zheng rammed his elbow into his abdomen, and Cheng Li quickly bent down.

“No, I don’t dare, I don’t dare.”

Yunyan and Fang Zheng spoke at the same time.

“Leave her alone.”

“Not for sale.”

Cheng Li: “…” These siblings are too much!

When Yunyan and the others were discussing what to perform, Fang Zheng couldn’t hold back, so he took the pencil case and looked at it secretly.

This thing had no label, no logo, and it looked very unique.

It looked like it was not for sale.

Fang Zheng liked it more and more.

He wanted to find all the pens in his school bag and put them in.

He intended to use the pencil case for its own usefulness.

As a result, Fang Zheng took out all the books in his schoolbag, but couldn’t find a single pen.

Fang Zheng kept doing it, and shook the bottom of his schoolbag upside down.

Snap-

His only Miao Miao pen was finally found.

Just when Fang Zheng was about to put the pen into the case, he suddenly found that the classroom was quiet.

When he looked up, he found that the classmates all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

Fang Zheng: “…”

At the moment when everyone looked at the school grass, they quickly turned away.

“Come, come, I think it’s appropriate for our class to perform a poetry recitation. The stormy petrel is like black lightning…”

Cheng Li’s voice sounded in the quiet classroom.

To save Brother Zheng from attention, he betrayed himself and sacrificed himself for others.

Lao Liu suddenly stuck his head out and said, “Is our class going to recite ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’?”

Zhang Qiaoqiao quickly said, “Teacher, it’s not our class, it’s Cheng Li alone.”

Lao Liu just asked a question and left .

A boy said, “Fortunately, Lao Liu didn’t continue to ask questions, otherwise our class might have to put on another Single Poetry by President Cheng’ program.”

Cheng Li was frightened for a while, “Sh-t, don’t say that.”

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