Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

Wednesday afternoon, whole school meeting.

The theme of the meeting was to implement the Education Committee’s program on “comprehensively implementing the national education reform and development plan and promoting the development of the great education cause with practical actions.”

All the teachers and students of the school participated in the conference, even the senior high school students were no exception, and the auditorium was packed.

Of course, most of the senior high school students are reading or sleeping.

The principal gave a speech, a senior official of the school party gave a speech, and the vice president in charge of teaching gave a speech.

The dean has no chance to show up at such meetings and can only stand at the back of the auditorium and be responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

The vice-principal was appointed a year ago and is known for his academic temperament among students. This was probably his first appearance in the school, and he could tell that he was very nervous and excited.

The first two leaders spoke for less than half an hour in total, and the vice-principal alone spoke for almost an hour before talking about "the second aspect of the second question."

"..."

Lu Mingfei was dozing drowsily below. When the hand holding his left cheek came loose, he suddenly woke up. He rubbed his eyes in a daze and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it over yet?"

As he spoke, he picked up his collar and looked around.

He was wearing a thick down jacket and felt sweat dripping down his neck. The sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.

Compared to the temperature outside, it's really warm in the auditorium and it's easy to make people sleepy.

The twin brothers Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao were sleeping soundly next to each other with their heads tilted, their saliva dripping onto their shoulders. Unknown to them, the two identical chubby brothers looked like two basketballs side by side.

Zhao Menghua next to him was not asleep, but his head was shaking a little bit, and he might not be able to hold on any longer.

Only Chen Wenwen was still sitting in front of her.

She is lowering her head and studying the college entrance examination questions carefully on her white cotton skirt. Her long, soft, straight black hair with a Hello Kitty hairpin is hanging down naturally.

The light reflected on her cotton skirt and skin, everything seemed transparent in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

Should I be called the president of the literary club?

This kind of temperament is really not something ordinary people can have.

The only core of their literary club is Chen Wenwen. The weekly activity is to read some cold and sad European and American literary works, and write down her thoughts after reading them and submit them to the Chinese teacher for correction.

According to Uncle Lu Mingfei, all he read were books read by "middle-class white women". He didn't understand why a guy like Lu Mingfei, who had no talent in his head, could be the director of the literary society.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand it himself.

Maybe he is actually a sad and sad... bad boy at heart?

"A great man once said: 'We must persist in educating people and putting moral education first, regard cultivating people morally as the fundamental task of education, and strive to cultivate socialist builders and successors with comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical and aesthetics."

“So, how do we cultivate socialist builders and successors who are fully developed morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically?”

Having said this, the vice-principal paused deliberately, as if he wanted to wait for someone to echo him.

Unfortunately, the audience in the audience were asleep, and those who were awake had unfocused eyes, which did not have the effect of stimulating deep thinking.

"Ahem." In order to cover up his embarrassment, the vice-principal had to cough twice, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of water, spit out the tea leaves, and answered and asked himself, "Of course, it is to put moral education into practice and do small things around us. rise."

He cheered up and said in a serious tone: "In the past, we did not do enough on this point. In order to achieve results, we just studied hard and seldom considered whether what we learned had any guiding significance for social practice."

"This creates a serious disconnect between theory and practice. What you learn is not useful to society, so what is the point of us learning it?"

After saying that, he suddenly stopped, took out an envelope from his pocket, and raised it in an exaggerated manner.

"Here is a letter of praise from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Although it is written to a student in our school, I feel that this student can become a role model for everyone here!"

As soon as these words came out, the originally silent auditorium began to revive, and many people who had been sleeping opened their eyes.

He was obviously very curious about which student had done something worthy of praise from the Municipal Public Security Bureau and the principal.

When the vice-principal opened his mouth to say the letter of commendation, Lu Mingfei felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, and any remaining sleepiness was gone.

The vice-principal was obviously very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He opened the envelope with a smile and took out a few pages from inside.

"Some time ago, an A-level wanted criminal escaped to our city and committed a horrific murder. However, he was a cunning criminal with anti-detection awareness. The public security agencies were scratching their heads and could not catch him. "

"And one of our students applied the skills and knowledge he learned in the school's kendo club into real practice and assisted the public security agency in successfully capturing the Class A wanted criminal."

"The victim who was successfully rescued is also a student of our school. However, in order to avoid secondary harm, the information will not be released here."

"However, she sent this letter of thanks from the police station, and I was really touched after reading it."

Hearing this, the students in the audience let out a burst of exclamations and began to excitedly whisper to each other and speculate about each other.

Maybe it’s because the principal often visits foreign universities for inspections.

The academic style of Shilan Middle School is quite open, and the club activities for the first and second grade students are also relatively rich, so a variety of clubs have emerged.

In the Kendo Club, since Chu Zihang left, it seems that there are only a few talented people left, and the rest are just some bastards.

But when everyone looked at the president of the Kendo Club, the man obviously had a confused look on his face.

After hearing "Class A wanted criminal", Lu Mingfei's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his mouth gradually opened slightly unconsciously.

"Huh? What's your expression, Lu Mingfei?"

Xu Miaomiao on the side saw his exaggerated expression with her peripheral vision, and said with a smile: "I remember you also joined the Kendo club last month, right? Why, you are the young sword master who drew his sword to help?"

Everyone around heard his teasing and couldn't help laughing when they looked at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was also laughing, but it was awkward and made him fidgety.

He was thinking, should he put himself on the shelf?

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The vice-principal stretched out his hands with a glowing face, pressed them down with an imposing grin and said: "A student who is studying can bravely rescue his classmates from the hands of gangsters without fear of his own safety, and carry forward the fine style of our school. , this spirit deserves our strong promotion and praise!”

"Now, let's ask Lu Mingfei, a classmate in Grade 1, to come up and talk about his feelings." He put the microphone to his mouth, "Classmate Lu Mingfei, classmate Lu Mingfei, where are you?"

"..."

Xu Miaomiao and Xu Yanyan's smiles froze on their faces, looking even more funny at this moment.

Other students who had heard of "Lu Mingfei" also looked at me in surprise. Zhao Menghua was still confused and wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

Not Lu Mingfei?

Maybe it’s Lu Mingfei?

Maybe it’s Concubine Lu Ming?

Lu Mingfei felt that his mind went blank, and a familiar feeling came over him.

Almost driven by instinct, he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, clicking on the pinned contact.

【Are you there? 】

【what are you doing? 】

[Can you please reply? 】

【Are you dead? Where did you die? 】

The first four messages were sent a week ago, but there is still no reply.

Even so, Lu Mingfei still started typing with trembling fingers.

【father! dad! One hundred thousand fire rescues a dog's life! 】

【Laodeng! If you continue to ignore me, you will really burn paper money for me! 】

It feels like a naughty child who has gotten into trouble, and the first reaction is to look for its mother, or like a baby bird looking for its wings to hide behind.

Until Chen Wenwen in front turned around and pushed him a few times in surprise: "Lu Mingfei, the principal is calling you...is he calling you?"

"Ah? I... am..."

Lu Mingfei shivered, dropped his phone on the ground, and subconsciously raised his hand.

In an instant, a spotlight shone on him, and a large circle of light enveloped him.

Lu Mingfei's eyes hurt from the light, and he felt like the mouse hiding in the gutter was suddenly picked up by several bared-toothed cats.

"Come on, come on, classmate Lu Mingfei." The vice-principal stood up enthusiastically and said with a kind smile, "Come up quickly, come here."

Lu Mingfei looked around with a twitching face. His classmates sitting in the same row had already stood up, leaving him enough space to walk onto the stage.

In this case, it's like being roasted on the fire, what else can you do?

He had no choice but to stand up, squeeze past his classmates in a daze, and walk along the aisle toward the stage.

The aperture kept moving with him, and the camera kept crackling.

It was a short road, but suddenly it felt farther and farther.

"...Isn't it here yet?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes were filled with white light, and waves of dizziness hit him one after another.

Everyone's gazes seemed to turn into reality, and it felt like the air had become thicker, making it difficult for him to move, making him feel like he might fall down at any time.

"Run away, turn around, run along the aisle, and run to a place where no one is around." Lu Mingfei seemed to hear someone whispering softly in his ear.

But the vice-principal, who had been impatient for a long time, was already standing at the edge of the stage and immediately pulled up Lu Mingfei who was climbing up the stairs.

"Oh, classmate Lu Mingfei is really handsome. He looks upright and upright at first glance. He is a young hero. He is truly a hero from a young age!"

The vice-principal took his hand and put the other hand on his shoulder. He made an intimate gesture in front of the camera and half pushed and half pulled him to the microphone.

"Come on, classmate Lu Mingfei, let's talk about your thoughts."

Lu Mingfei stood stiffly in front of the microphone, looking at the crowd in the audience blankly.

The students in the auditorium held their breath and looked at the silent boy on the stage.

After half a minute, the vice-principal was impatient. Lu Mingfei wriggled his lips, feeling that his brain was in chaos, and subconsciously said a sentence from between his teeth:

"Mr. Lin Yutang once said...A wonderful speech should be like a miniskirt worn by a girl, the shorter the better..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly paused, and there was a cool silence, feeling that his eyes intersected with hundreds of pairs of eyes.

Everyone stared at him closely, with different meanings in their eyes.

Curiosity, disdain, envy, jealousy, questioning, ridicule...

again.

Same as two years ago.

Same location and lines.

It was almost like a nightmare.

Creak!

Under the spotlight, Lu Mingfei's face was as pale as paper, and he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

Sweat dripped down in strands from his forehead, and his teeth clenched together as if spasmodically.

It was all a bad habit developed from practicing speeches before, and I accidentally blurted out that line.

Lu Mingfei, who couldn't find the end, simply closed his eyes and chose to die quickly with an expressionless face.

Tired, die, hurry up.

Hurry up and end it, everything in front of you, including myself.

Click.

The clock on the wall made a hopeful sound.

But what followed was not the deathly silence as imagined.

Snap.

A soft voice suddenly sounded, and Lu Mingfei subconsciously opened his eyes.

Through the projected light beam, what he saw was the girl sitting behind him with a faint smile.

——Xie Wan.

Next, there was a burst of good-natured laughter and crackling applause.

The students seemed to have heard some humorous yet elegant opening remarks.

And the vice-principal was the one who cheered the most enthusiastically, looking like he wanted to clap his palms red.

But he seemed to have forgotten that two years ago, in the same position, with the same opening remarks, the same person bowed and turned around to leave.

Lu Mingfei was in a daze for a moment, his emotions suddenly seemed to evaporate, and he suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.

Why are the results different?

"Actually, it's nothing..." Lu Mingfei exhaled, as if giving up something, and whispered casually, "Wild lilies also have spring, and small wild seeds also want to sprout. Even if they are useless, I don’t want to be a passerby for the rest of my life, but I also want to have my own value.”

In fact, this was not the line he prepared.

In fact, he had a lot to say.

In fact, I prepared a speech with several thousand words two years ago.

But for some reason, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt bored.

It was like he had been practicing swordsmanship for thirty years and wanted to go down the mountain to take revenge, but found that the grass on his enemy's grave was already three feet high.

What were you afraid of before? What are you escaping from?

The real truth in the world is always strength. If you work hard to the end, the only one who will be moved is yourself.

"good!!"

The vice-principal applauded and leaned in front of the microphone. He still had the same smile on his face and encouraged: "What a short and meaningful speech! Lu Mingfei must have experienced a lot of hardships, so he has such deep feelings." !”

"The school will reward you with a bonus of 10,000 yuan, which will be distributed together with the rewards from the city police department. Let us applaud Lu Mingfei again!"

Lu Mingfei felt that he suddenly became relaxed, and the lost strength seemed to return to his body. After bowing, he walked off the stage with two slightly stiff legs.

He did not return to his seat, but walked through the aisle of the auditorium, facing the whispers and countless glances on both sides, and walked straight out of the auditorium.

There were no imaginary helicopters descending from the sky, no cold-faced agents in sunglasses surrounding them, and no black military uniforms and long trench coats.

He didn't know if everyone was looking at his back with burning admiration, and he didn't know if his back was as broad as he had imagined before.

But he feels like himself now.

very good.