My superpowers are refreshed every week

On the ninth day of the lunar month, school started.

Everyone who returned to the classroom was a little depressed. After all, the holiday was over, but it was New Year before the Lantern Festival, and the festive atmosphere still lingered in everyone's hearts.

"Happy New Year."

When she entered the classroom and passed by Tang Siwen, she folded her hands into fists and bowed politely and cutely to Chen Yuan.

"Hey, you are lucky."

Chen Yuan also nodded in response.

Then, he returned to his seat.

"How was the New Year?" At this time, Zhou Fu, who seemed to be a little more plump next to her, asked herself with a smile.

"It's pretty good. It's almost like a year." Chen Yuan replied.

"It's Chinese New Year, but isn't every day the same as Chinese New Year..." After Zhou Fu complained, she put her hand into her pocket and pretended to take out something, "You kowtow to me, and I'll give you a red envelope."

"Why don't you kowtow to me?" Chen Yuan refused.

"I have a red envelope." Zhou Fu said confidently.

"Really?" Chen Yuan always felt that with Zhou Fu's financial situation, she might be able to make a big deal.

"You wish me a happy New Year, I'll give it to you." Zhou Fu said with a smile.

Maintaining a suspicious attitude and a desire for money, Chen Yuan clasped his hands and said congratulatory: "Happy New Year, Sister Fu."

"Where are the auspicious words?"

Zhou Fu listened intently.

"I wish you better and better, more and more beautiful."

There was really nothing he could do, Chen Yuan said a few perfunctory words, and then said seriously: "If the red envelope contains ten and a half yuan, you will never hear me praise you again."

"What a snob."

After Zhou Fu finished complaining, she took out the red envelope from her pocket and handed it to Chen Yuan: "Happy New Year."

"Thanks."

Chen Yuan took the red envelope and after opening it, he found a shiny golden mobile phone sticker and a cute little cartoon dragon.

"Hey, gold?" Chen Yuan's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.

"But it's only 0.1 grams." Zhou Fu explained with a smile.

"0.1 gram is a few dozen more. Thank you, Sister Fu, for your thoughtfulness. Thank you."

Chen Yuan felt that although this thing was not valuable, the fact that it was in the Year of the Dragon, it was gold, and it was wrapped in a red envelope was enough to show the intention of the giver.

But after accepting it, Chen Yuan suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhou Fu seriously, and asked: "Is this pure gold mobile sticker for me alone, or does it belong to others?"

"Of course everyone has fools. How special do you think you are?"

Zhou Fu narrowed her eyes and showed an innocent smile.

"..."

Humph, I don’t love it anymore.

Chen Yuan sighed inwardly in disappointment.

Obviously this friend fee was only given to me before, but now everyone has it, so wouldn’t I be unimportant?

Zhou Fu is such an idiot!

"Zhou Yu, wish me a happy new year." Zhou Fu said.

"Okay." Zhou Yu said enthusiastically after putting down his schoolbag, "Happy New Year, I wish you have this day every year, and this day every year."

"OK, your red envelope." Zhou Fu handed the bag to Zhou Yu.

"Thank you...ah, gold!" Zhou Yu looked surprised after taking this thing out of the red envelope.

"Do I have one too?" He Sijiao giggled and came over, "Happy New Year, Fubao."

"Of course." Zhou Fu handed the bag to He Sijiao.

As for Tang Siwen, he had already given it at the beginning.

"The business of my coffee shop has improved thanks to everyone. So please continue to support me in the new year." Zhou Fu said gratefully.

In response, Chen Yuan replied: "Of course, as soon as my living expenses are paid, I will bring Xinyu to support me, and Yuzi will also steal grandpa's pension to spend."

"You stole grandpa's pension!" After Zhou Yu immediately counterattacked, he stared at Chen Yuan and teased, "With Zhou Fu as your deskmate, have you become more generous and prepared red envelopes for your brothers?"

"There is no red envelope." Thinking of this, Chen Yuan smiled, "But I have prepared the best gift for you and He Sijiao."

""Really? "" Jiaoyu came over in unison.

"It will take some time. I will tell you when the time comes." Chen Yuan said.

"Okay, you said so." Zhou Yu said seriously.

"Chen Yuan is really thoughtful and has been influenced by Fu Fu." He Sijiao was also looking forward to it.

Yes, I can’t wait for the serialization of “The Whispering Voice”.

I don’t know if the desperate author can write the autobiographical novel he wants.

When the time comes for graduation, you can also give this novel to everyone and use it as a team-building check-in place for Class 11 and 18.

Just like that, while chatting about interesting things about the New Year and handing in winter vacation homework, the first day of school started like this.

Before morning self-study, Lao Mo also came to the classroom.

"Collect the homework and send it to the offices of the teachers of each subject."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he added: "After early self-study, when the bell rings, I will give a two-class opening motivational speech. No class."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, the students in the class began to chatter below.

"Huh? Are you here to cause trouble again?"

"Is it the kind of crappy job where you hire a success tutor to come to school and make everyone cry?"

"I thought it was only available in junior high schools, but also in high schools."

"That's it, you might as well go to class."

Today's students are not as easy to fool as they used to be. Everyone knows what's going on. It's just to better train obedience and forcibly sublimate the theme.

However, because many prestigious schools engage in this kind of thing, this form has always existed, mostly in some high schools.

At the beginning, many people would be made to cry by this and their true feelings would be revealed. But now, it is difficult to achieve such good results.

Of course, speaking skills will also improve.

Coupled with the exaggeration of some collective atmosphere, many girls will still cry.

"Okay, okay." Seeing everyone chattering below, Lao Mo said, "The school organizes this event to calm people down and cooperate with the instructors."

"It can't be about selling books..."

Before Lao Mo finished speaking, he asked a leisurely question.

"It definitely can't be about selling books." Lao Mo immediately retorted.

But inside, I'm not so sure.

After all, he didn't have much confidence in the school's morals.

In the past, some schools gave such tear-jerking motivational speeches, which made everyone cry. Parents and students even hugged each other and cried, and finally started selling books and CDs.

But after all, the Eleventh Middle School is a provincial experiment with the goal of getting into higher education, so it shouldn't be such a waste of money.

I guess I still want to mobilize them to make everyone more motivated to forge ahead, just like going to a military training base to sharpen their minds.

Forget it, just grind it for a while.

Just like that, the morning self-study ended and the bell rang.

Everyone lined up, came out of the classroom, went downstairs together, and gathered in the playground.

Because the first year of high school only started in a few days, and the third year of high school didn't have time to do this, there were only high school students in the playground.

In total, more than a thousand people.

Sort it like this according to the usual queue.

Then under the national flag, a lecturer wearing a white shirt, suit, and a belt tied around his waist, with a round back and oily hair, held a microphone and gave everyone a motivational speech.

The background music is the kind of song that is particularly lyrical and a little bit emo.

Specifically, it tells the story of a little girl whose parents died and lived with her grandparents, and how she managed to study hard.

I have to say that the rhythm of his storytelling is very good, and he is particularly emotional when the love is deep.

This background music can also echo the story.

On the playground, there were already some girls with sore noses and looking like they were about to cry.

As for Class 18, everyone seems to be stronger and behaves calmly... No, classmate Tang Siwen, what is your expression like that!

Because the lecturer's story was indeed told with emotion, Tang Siwen completely listened to it, his mouth was filled with tears, and his eyes were soaked with transparency, twinkling...

Yes, the aloof persona completely collapsed.

But no one in Class 18 would still think that Tang Siwen had the attributes of a flower on the high mountain.

All I can say is that luckily it was taught on the 11th.

Chen Yuan would be extremely worried if he also went to No. 4 Middle School to give a speech.

Others are infected by the story, but Xia Xinyu is exactly the person in the story...

"Hey, how long will it take?"

Just when Chen Yuan was thinking this, Zhang Chao, who was standing in front of him, held his thigh and said a little tiredly.

"What's wrong? I just saw that your feet seemed a little awkward." Chen Yuan asked curiously.

"I sprained it last week and it's not healed yet, and I don't know when I can take a break from this lecture," Zhang Chao said.

"Tell Lao Mo and go back and rest." Chen Yuan suggested.

"Forget it, I'm just a little tired, but it doesn't hurt very much." Zhang Chao waved his hand, not wanting to do something special like this, and besides, it wasn't like he couldn't stand at all.

Besides, as a squad leader, it’s not good to be away at this time.

Just like that, the people above continued to beep.

Below, some girls have been talked about so much that their little pearls keep dropping, and some boys are also moved.

However, there are some people who still don't listen at all and just tell their own gossip below.

"Okay, now comes the third step, unity."

At this point, the lecturer told another story. It was about a class that went from the bottom of the school to the top of the school, and then most of the students in the class passed the exam.

The reason is that the good learning atmosphere of the entire class urges the entire group to work together.

"Everyone still remembers the queue for military training, right?" The lecturer said to the whole school, "Everyone, become a queue for military training."

It was moving sparsely, like a headless fly, without a target.

So, the instructor in a white shirt and suit said loudly: "Come out, monitors of each class. From now on, you will be the platoon leader of your queue! Please return to the military training queue within half a minute!"

Upon hearing this, the squad leaders of each class went to the queue and directed everyone to stand in a military training queue.

Because we don’t pay much attention to this kind of activity, everyone is still a little unorganized.

It wasn't until the lecturer started counting down to tens that everyone started to speed up.

"one!"

By the last count, basically all the classes have been lined up.

Only three classes, Class 4, Class 19 and Class 26, are still sparse.

The lecturer just waited for them to stand up, and then said: "The platoon leaders of Class 4, Class 19, and Class 26, stand on the podium!"

At this time, there was a sigh.

These three so-called 'platoon leaders' went to the podium just like that.

"I have been watching just now. These three platoon leaders have been performing very well and have been giving instructions. However, there are always some people in the team who are laughing and joking and not taking it seriously."

The lecturer turned sideways, faced the three platoon leaders, and said, "Now, you will be punished for your team, one hundred push-ups per person!"

After saying this, the audience exclaimed, wondering what this guy wanted to do.

"Quiet, if you keep making noise, make more noise!" the lecturer said sonorously.

So, everyone just stayed silent.

The three platoon commanders started doing push-ups in front of everyone.

The lecturer, facing everyone, said: "Because of you, your platoon leader has to be punished!"

I don’t want to say I was moved, but this move did make a few people who were laughing and joking and not obeying feel a little embarrassed.

Therefore, several of them lowered their heads for fear of facing accusations.

"Now, all squat for five minutes."

Then, the instructor gave another instruction.

This time, no one dared to be perfunctory anymore and quickly followed the instructions.

The reason is not to become a rat turd.

Of course, Chen Yuan also sat very standard.

After all, he also knows that some collective behaviors, no matter how they are, whether they are justified or not, what needs to be done is assimilation.

He was just a little worried about Zhang Chao. After all, his foot had been twisted before.

But fortunately, he can persist.

At this time, several instructors also came down from above to monitor everyone's squatting posture.

Everyone knows that as long as one person moves, the so-called platoon leader will be punished again. So, everyone keeps to themselves.

At this moment, Yu Jiacheng, the fat brother in the class, suddenly couldn't hold himself up and tilted.

The instructor in charge of this area immediately discovered: "The platoon leader of Class 18 is out!"

Hearing this, Yu Jiacheng frowned and closed his eyes, feeling too guilty to face Zhang Chao directly.

Zhang Chao had no choice but to get up and walk in front of the instructor.

"Class 18 is moving, platoon leader, come up, one hundred push-ups!" The lecturer pointed to the queue of Class 18 and said.

Zhang Chao had no choice but to move forward. And everyone also noticed that his steps were a little unsteady.

However, everyone dare not say it.

At this time, speaking and moving should be the same, and it will also cause the platoon leader to be punished.

So, everyone just watched Zhang Chao walk to the podium...

At this time, in the crowd of class 18, a boy in the back row suddenly stood up, walked out of the queue, and grabbed Zhang Chao in front of everyone.

"What are you doing!" So, the instructor scolded sternly.

And everyone looked at Chen Yuan in shock, wondering what he was going to do.

Chen Yuan ignored the instructor at all, but said to Zhang Chao: "Go back, I will take your place."

"Need not……"

"Go back." Chen Yuan patted Zhang Chao's butt and said calmly.

There was no way, Zhang Chao also knew that if he went up and did push-ups now, he would definitely make the twisted foot more serious, so he quickly returned to the queue and explained to the instructor: "I just twisted my foot and can't do push-ups. My classmate will do it for me." .”

The instructor glanced at his feet, and then yelled at Chen Yuan: "Did you call for a report?"

But he found that this man seemed to be deaf. He still didn't listen to him, didn't even look at him, and walked directly to the podium.

At this time, the instructor was furious.

The lecturer noticed this, nodded, and then said: "The platoon leader sprained his leg, so he was punished for the platoon leader. Well, it's a good spirit of unity."

After saying that, he changed the topic again: "However, we cannot lack organizational discipline. When we were out of the queue, did we call out the report?"

After asking, he handed the microphone to Chen Yuan and asked him to admit his mistake.

Why……

Chen Yuan sighed in his heart.

I really don’t want to stand out at this time.

He had no choice but to face the microphone and admit his mistake sincerely: "Then just two hundred."