Sweet Green Plum Cultivation Program

Chapter 98 Coming of Age Ceremony ([-])
There is still a week before the coming-of-age ceremony, Wang Jiong used the big recess to gather everyone to the playground, looking around, it was crowded.

Wang Jiong held a microphone and stood on the rostrum to point Jiangshan: "We have marked everyone's position, everyone stands according to the mark, and be tidy."

"Play the music now, and let's do a gesture dance first."

The teams are arranged according to the class number, and the seventh class is surrounded in the middle.

Zhou Luo secretly turned to look at Bai Luofan, and mouthed, "Can you do it?"

Bai Luofan raised his eyebrows, and replied with his mouth: "Who do you look down on?"

Zhou Luo couldn't help laughing, gave him a look of "I'm optimistic about you", and turned his head back.You know, she spent all her free time teaching him this week. If she couldn't learn this again, she would really vomit blood.

The music sounded, and the students on the playground began to make various gestures in unison with the beat.I don't know if it's because everyone is wearing the same school uniform. Although there are still some people who are not up to standard, the scene is quite shocking from a distance.

Wang Jiong looked down at the students in the audience and nodded with satisfaction.

One song finished.

"Everyone has practiced well, and we must not lose the chain on the day when it is officially held! Show the parents the results of your hard work."

After going through the process for a while, the whole morning passed like this.The sun became more and more venomous, and the students became restless. Wang Jiong maintained his discipline and let the students go back.Before leaving, he reminded: "Tomorrow night, we will distribute letter paper to everyone. Today, everyone can make a draft first, and when the time comes to write up, they will be sketched out. Alright, let's stop here today. back."

Back in the classroom, everyone was exposed to the sun, Xu Rong quietly turned on the fan, and everyone felt a burst of coolness.

"Thank you, fanman!" someone yelled.

"You don't need to thank me for walking in the rivers and lakes!" Fan Xia student Xu Rong clasped his fists in return, causing everyone to laugh.

The sticky sweat on my body met the cool wind, and my heart was refreshed.Everyone was enjoying the coolness with their eyes closed. Song Yao came in before the sweat dried up. The first thing she did when she came in was to turn off the fan.

"How can you turn on the fan? It's only April, and I just sweated. What should I do if I catch a cold when the wind blows?"

Fan Xia curled his lips and muttered softly: "It's only been open for a while."

Song Yao stood on the podium, and the students who were scurrying below immediately returned to their seats and sat upright, just like good children.

Song Yao was amused when she saw this.

"The coming-of-age ceremony is about to begin. Everyone thinks about how to write that letter. It is for parents to read on that day, and they all use snacks. Parents have paid a lot to raise you up, and everyone must know how to be grateful. The previous sessions Students, when you write a letter, you cry while writing."

"Ah? Why are you crying?" Everyone was puzzled.

"It's hard to think of your parents."

The students in the audience were all whispering and whispering. Although they didn't say it clearly, Song Yao could see their disbelief from their faces.

"Don't believe it, you will cry tomorrow." Song Yao said with a smile.

She has taught so many students, and every time she wrote the letter, she had such an expression of "we will not be so fragile", but when she really started to write, all of them cried out of breath .

But the teenagers in class seven just don't believe in this evil, they just write a letter, there's nothing to cry about.

They don't cry!
The next night, the squad leader was handing out stationery one by one, and everyone was talking and laughing, and even joked with each other, "Don't cry so ugly later, I don't have tissues here."

Noisy and noisy, Wang Jiong's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Everyone must write well, this will be a very meaningful gift from you to your parents."

The squad leader returned to his seat after distributing the letter paper, and Song Yao said that he could start writing.

Zhou Luo pinched the edge of the letter paper and looked at it carefully.The school badge of Changhe is printed on the pure white letter paper, which is very solemn.

She hasn't decided what to write yet, and the pen she picked up hasn't dropped yet.The playful sound stopped, and the surroundings became quiet, only the "rustling" sound of writing.

Sitting in the monitoring room, Wang Jiong stared at the monitoring screens of a dozen classes in front of him, frowning and lost in thought.

This atmosphere is not right, how come no one is crying this year?

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then he had an idea and thought about it.

Wang Jiong took out his mobile phone, found a few tear-jerking songs, connected the speaker, and started playing.

The students all lowered their heads to write letters, and a song "Mother in Candlelight" slowly flowed out from the speakers in the classroom, the singing was melodious and full of emotion.

I don't know how many times it played, Zhou Luo heard someone around him start to sob softly.

Wang Jiong felt that it was not enough, so he changed to "Father".

"A father who will be strong all his life
What can I do for you

your dear child

I've grown up~~~"

Now the sobbing in the classroom began one after another, and some even cried outright.

Zhou Luo lowered his head and looked around helplessly. Meng Xiangting and Lin Jingjing's eyes were red from crying, while Bai Luofan was quite normal, but his expression was quite dignified.

In the past, people cried every year because they remembered the difficulties of their parents. If they don’t cry together, the rebellious director Wang Jiong must use additional methods, right?

She silently withdrew her eyes, only felt that her eye sockets were dry, and she didn't feel like crying at all, and suddenly felt that she was a little too indifferent.

Holding the pen in a daze for a while, wondering if it was affected by their emotions, Zhou Luo was crying amidst the sudden inspiration, and finally wrote the first pen.

……

The songs on the speakers changed and changed, one more tear-jerking than the other. Wang Jiong stared at the monitor and nodded in satisfaction.

That's right!
Everyone cried out of breath, with tears and snot in their noses.

The paper sticks on a certain classmate's desk were divided up by friends from front, back, left, and right.

"You smoke less, I have to use it too." The classmate was sobbing and crying, while protecting his tissue.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

At first they were only a little emotionally aroused by the tear-jerking Divine Comedy, but when writing letters, every time they wrote a word, they would really think of how kind their parents were to them.In the end, the tears gradually became uncontrollable, and the goddamn tear-jerking divine comedy was played non-stop. Didn't they intend to make them cry blind today!

But parents are always the last line of defense in the hearts of most people.When you are sick or sad, the first reaction in your mind is always to want to go home.

No one will wait for us where we are, except our parents.No matter how nasty things we said during the fight, they never left.

It was an emotion that was inseparable in the blood.

Song Yao sat on the podium and looked at these children, shaking her head helplessly and chuckling.

Who said they would never cry?

(End of this chapter)