My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 19 18. Lu Mingfei (5)

"The second set of national broadcast gymnastics for middle school students, the times are calling! Get ready - start! One, two, three, four! Five, six, seven, eight!"

A powerful and magnetic male voice read out a command that could mobilize the entire school. On the playground, the skirts of her skirts were flying, and Lu Mingfei was standing in the front row of the class, swaying stiffly as if a gear was missing.

All the girls in Shilan Middle School have some complaints about the school. You said it is a British-style aristocratic school, so it should wear British uniforms. It cannot escape the rules of traditional high schools, such as this damn routine morning exercise. Everyone Can't run. While everyone is doing morning exercises, the student union will check the classrooms one by one. If one is found hiding and not going to morning exercises, the class's activity bonus for the semester will be lost directly, and the class will be hung up and criticized by the whole school.

Not only that, those who do not take the morning exercises seriously will also be punished. They are also students, and those top students with both good character and academic performance can stand in front with a scoreboard and look across the audience with a leering look. If anyone is unhappy, they will be punished. One stroke.

Lu Mingfei really wanted to win glory for the class seriously, and at least she could not be deducted points. The problem was that she was born with uncoordinated hands and feet. When her hands were in place, her legs would go wrong, and vice versa. Last year, the class performed a group dance at the Spring Festival Gala. We invited a professional dance teacher. Everyone worked very well in pairs. Only the boy who was partnered with Lu Mingfei raised his hand and said, "Teacher, I can't dance." By the way, I raised my leg to show everyone the leather shoe that was riddled with holes after being stepped on by Lu Mingfei.

The head teacher thought of a trick. Since Lu Mingfei is not tall, the morning exercise team is arranged in ascending order according to height. He secretly moved Lu Mingfei one or two positions back and asked people to block her. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see her. What comes out.

A white shadow appeared in front of the team, and as usual, the white clothes were flowing and spotless as they walked slowly past, and their brush strokes carved numbers on the scoreboard that made the head teachers tremble. Many people wear suit jackets when doing morning exercises to prevent the white shirt underneath from getting dusty. But the student union doesn't have to do this, because they don't have to do morning exercises and can wear white clothes.

Lu Mingfei's heart moved, and she stared at the shadow tightly and refused to move away. It was only two days since that incident. At first, Lu Mingfei was thinking that her biological father was planning to overdo such a big thing, so she should take a few more days off to digest her grief. But Chu Zihang's face still looked as plain as usual, neither sad nor happy. He only focused on recording the scores of the competition. Whoever did not do well was bad. He seemed to have no idea about favoritism at all. How to pronounce.

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei looked at each other. They didn't dwell too much on Lu Mingfei. They just wrote down a number as usual and walked to other classes. Lu Mingfei's heart felt cold... Because she was focusing on her imagination, Chu Zihang's hands and feet became more and more uncoordinated. Chu Zihang certainly didn't think she was flirting with her. I'm afraid that the score of this class will be cut in half today. I want to report the score in the evening. And it’s inevitable that the head teacher would yell about some little bitch who was holding us back.

"Ten, two, three, four, five, six, seven, stop!"

The song ends and everyone disperses, a word of "stop" seems to break the curse of Sleeping Beauty, and the playground is full of students running away having fun. No one likes to do morning exercises. This thing is like the three nightmares of school days. The other two are when you read a novel in class and look up to see the class teacher smiling sinisterly by the window, and when you check and find out after copying the answers of your deskmate. There's one missing in the middle and it's completely misaligned.

A strand of soft and long black hair floated to Lu Mingfei's side, bringing a faint scent of bluebells: "Mingfei, remember to come to the literature club after class in the evening. The teacher who read "In Search of Lost Time" last week is coming. After reading the review, please collect it and send it to me.”

Lu Mingfei was filled with joy just hearing this voice. There was only one person in this school who could call her Mingfei, Chen Wenwen, the president of the literary club. In fact, Chen Wenwen does this with everyone in person. For example, when she meets Chu Zihang face to face, she will say Zihang, and when she sees Zhao Menghua, she will say Meng Hua. She has no other meaning in calling people like this, and it represents a close relationship.

As the nominal director of the literary club, Lu Mingfei's main tasks are to collect homework and money from door to door and run errands. In a place like the Literary Club, there are not many people who really love reading. Most of them go there for Chen Wenwen herself. This beautiful girl who speaks softly and is so beautiful is the dream of a girl in a white dress shared by men all over the world.

Lu Mingfei didn't have many friends in Shilan Middle School, and Chen Wenwen was one of the few who was very kind to her. Knowing what those boys were thinking, Lu Mingfei always had the ambition to protect Chen Wenwen in her heart. Chen Wenwen seems to know this, she always likes to go with Lu Mingfei. Many boys are half-cowarded when the two girls are together. They don't have the guts to throw a brick and say, girl, is this something you dropped? They can only look away. Watch from a distance.

"Are you going to hand in your review again? Didn't you just hand it in last time?"

As they walked on the lawn, Lu Mingfei kept looking for topics to talk about. Chen Wenwen has a shy and passive personality. She will come to you when something happens, but after looking for it, she won’t know what to do next. At this time, Lu Mingfei is willing to show her fearless spirit, even if she sees a piece of garbage on the ground, she will Find something to talk about.

The same road seems extremely long when walking with some people, and is so short when walking with other people that people are reluctant to take a step. The way back to the classroom is not long, but Lu Mingfei walks very slowly on purpose.

"The teacher is not always available. We can only hand it in depending on when she is available. If we prepare in advance, we won't be in a hurry when we know the news." Chen Wenwen said, "Have you finished writing your review?"

"Okay!" Lu Mingfei opened her mouth, and it was commonplace for a girl like her who was used to pretending to be good. It’s not a big deal if you haven’t written it well. You can secretly pretend to take notes later in class, and you can finish it in two classes if you work hard.

"That's good." Chen Wenwen nodded, and the topic suddenly changed, "I heard someone said that Chu Zihang invited you to ride in his car two days ago."

Lu Mingfei was saying sarcastically that a bunch of stupid boys wouldn't want to eat swan meat because they were toads. These words almost caused her to spit back into her throat and choke to death: "Wha...what?"

"I said someone saw you getting into Chu Zihang's car." Chen Wenwen repeated it seriously, staring into Lu Mingfei's eyes to prevent her from avoiding her. Her long eyelashes were like flying bird wings, so beautiful that it made people shudder. .

Lu Mingfei's heart moved. Silly boys are indeed very discerning. Who doesn't like a girl in a white dress who is fragile and easy to push down? If she, Lu Mingfei, were a boy, she would also like Chen Wenwen!