The three people in front surrounded Zhi Ying, asking questions about her past.
Occasionally, Jiang Wei's eyes would fall on the person in front of him. Compared to Zhao Qian and the others not able to figure out Zhi Ying, Jiang Wei actually felt that Zhi Ying did not change much.
She couldn't hold anyone in her eyes. It seemed that everyone in the world had nothing to do with her and she only lived in her own world.
He originally believed that he was indifferent, but he didn't expect that someone could still smile at others and live in their own world at the same time.
'Quite interesting,' was the only way to describe his inner thoughts.
Jiang Wei looked at Zhi Ying for a while, his beautiful eyebrows hidden in the reflection of the drill ground railings, mottled and scattered.
The whole morning was spent singing, and the people around the field continued singing one after another.
Everyone knew in their hearts that the military training was coming to an end. They used to complain all day long that it was tiring and the instructor was too strict.
Now that they had slowly started to understand each other, their hearts were filled with reluctance.
"Tomorrow we will march for the last time. I hope everyone can get a good ranking in the military parade!" The instructor briefly finished with a few words, and had everyone disband.
The military parade was the first activity for the freshmen students. In the next two days, that is, Monday, the freshman ceremony will be held.
Zhi Ying felt a lot of pressure on her shoulders, as she had to give a speech as the freshmen representative. Not to mention whether she can successfully walk across the rostrum without shun guai during the parade too.
At night, Zhi Ying finished washing up and sat at her desk with despair on her face.
Half an hour later, Zhi Ying started to write the first sentence on the snow-white A4 paper with a pen: Dear teachers and students, good morning!
After writing this, Zhi Ying began to rack her brains again, but there was only one sentence in her mind: Work hard and improve daily.
Time, place, and character. Her middle school teacher said that the first paragraph must quickly bring out the setting. Zhi Ying's eyes suddenly lit up.
"The Golden Autumn Season of October, no, no September..."
"The Golden Autumn Season of September, in the magnificent No. 1 High School... No, no..."
"...in the lovely No. 1 High School, we welcome our freshmen, everyone..."
Zhi Ying's eyelids began to droop as she tried to fight against the drowsiness with all her might, alas, she was sleepy, so she decided she would write it tomorrow, thinking, 'There are still three days left, anyway.'
The next day, everyone stood orderly on the drill ground in a precise posture, and the military parade began.
The first row was the first to start walking.
The instructor rarely didn't have a black face because of Zhi Ying. He even ran over to her and said quickly, "You are too nervous, and that is why you shun guai. Remember to take deep breaths before you start marching. Try to work past the rostrum."
Zhi Ying was not nervous at all, but she still comforted the instructor's fragile heart with an "Okay."
It was the first time the students faced so many teachers on the rostrum. This year, the city TV station was also filming.
As the first row started walking, everyone suddenly became nervous. Some people's legs were even shaking.
The instructor's energetic and tough voice began to shout commands, so everyone could get ready, but the instructors could not walk with the students, so two leaders were appointed to shout commands and lead from the front.
Zhi Ying walked with the larger group, trying to control herself. She walked too imposingly, and she was on the farthest side.
The boy next to her was initially a little nervous, but after walking with Zhi Ying for a while, he became a little relieved; his chest was raised and straight.
There was high spirit and momentum, resulting in one passing to two and two passing to ten. Everyone in Zhi Ying's row glanced at each other, very uniform.
Soon everyone came to the field of vision of the rostrum. At this time, it was stipulated that everyone should smile toward the rostrum.
The boy next to Zhi Ying was facing the rostrum, and he glanced at Zhi Ying from the corner of his eyes, trying to keep up with her rhythm.
Zhi Ying remained very imposing, and her long legs were straight, but when she got distracted, she couldn't help it.
What happened with shun guai was so natural. In a blink of an eye, everyone in Zhi Ying's row was in chaos.
No, it couldn't be said to be chaos; everyone was still uniform.
...Uniformed with shun guai.
It seemed that when Zhi Ying passed on her movement to the boy next to her, it somehow ended up reaching everyone.
The instructors stared at Zhi Ying's row with stunned eyes, not knowing what was going on.
What's even more terrible was that some people had their movements based on their classmates in front of them.
Some of the people in Jiang Wei's row looked at the row with such a high-spirited attitude in front of them, and they began to doubt themselves. In a blink of an eye, they also began to shun guai.
As if a virus had spread, Jiang Wei's whole row began to shun guai.
Jiang Wei closed his eyes, let out a breath, gave up on himself, and began to shun guai as well. 'Such is life.'
The two rows of people all had shun guai movements, and he would look different if he walked normally. What they wanted was a uniform effect anyway.
Walking to the middle of the rostrum, the city TV station began to take pictures. the first one to walk must be interesting, so they receive special treatment. The photographers shoot from all kinds of different angles.
All the teachers, class directors, the principal, and the vice-principal on the rostrum all stared at the last two rows with unpredictable expressions on their faces.
A tragedy happened just like that, and it was recorded for the city TV.
The headteachers of Class One and Class Two secretly covered their faces and retreated to a corner. They couldn't afford to lose any more face.
The instructor stood by and watched, weeping in his heart, 'Just what did I do wrong for this to happen? I will repent!'
After the parade, there were many different explanations for the different "landscape" at the end of the row.
Some people said it was because there were too many students who did shun guai, so the instructor simply arranged them into two rows.
Others said it was because there was a girl in those two rows. In order to take care of her, the boys in those two rows privately negotiated to accompany her in shun guai. A classmate's love was moving!
Zhi Ying still had no idea about what had happened. She had been walking past the rostrum with her head held high, a professional smile on her face.
Things had already happened, and the teachers on the rostrum acted as if nothing wrong had occurred and continued the normal military parade.
However, the principal had already began discussions with the city TV station about not posting this tragic scene.
For the first time in his life, Jiang Wei, who tried to walk in a shun guai movement, was in a bad mood. He stared at Zhi Ying and his face slowly darkened.
This person is probably poisonous!