Rebirth: Don’t be a coward and be a mother’s baby

Chapter 102 I have no choice but to fight with my father
The two hosts on the stage were sophomore students at the high school radio station. They had never seen such a posture before. They stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

The school leaders in the front row did not expect these students to react so violently, and it would not be easy to end like this.

The dean and the vice-principal pushed each other to let each other come on stage to preside over the situation. In the end, the vice-principal lost and straightened his clothes and stepped onto the stage.

The male host quickly handed the microphone in his hand to the vice principal, and quickly left the "battlefield" with the female host.

He felt that if he didn't leave, someone would throw something on the stage.

"Cough-cough-"

The vice principal cleared his throat and assumed the posture of a school leader.

"Students, please calm down."

The students were not afraid of the host, who was also a student, but they were still a little afraid of the dignified vice-principal, and the voices in the audience gradually became quieter.

"I know that the students don't understand why the No. 1 program is not the dance "Picking the Moon" but the recitation of "Young China". For some things, you can't just look at the effect, but also the meaning behind it, such as this recitation."

The words were spoken one after another, making everyone feel angry and afraid to speak.

Su Yaoyao pulled hard on the sleeves of her biological father, Su Pengjie, trying to get him to say a few words. Su Pengjie shook his head at his daughter with helplessness on his face.

That's it.
There must be some secret operation, but there is no way.

Who told Class [-] of Grade [-] to be the class of Principal Lei’s daughter Lei Hanli? Lei Hanli did not participate in the recitation today, but the girl who stood at the front during the group performance of their class was the monitor of Class [-] of Grade [-]. This girl has a different background. When she was young, even the principal had to look at her parents' faces.

There is no other way, just fight dad.

If you want to blame, you can only blame your father for not being able to compete with their father.

Su Pengjie was willing to sponsor this event because he wanted to support the leader's daughter. He had been stuck on a project for a long time, so he finally took this opportunity to find out more about it.

The boss doesn’t really care about the money, he just needs the nice name No.1 to make his daughter happy.

Su Yaoyao stamped her feet angrily, not wanting to pay attention to her father, she got up, turned around, and walked in the direction of Class [-] and Class [-].

Su Pengjie saw his daughter's angry face and didn't say anything.

The child is still too young, and she won’t understand even if I tell her.
"Jiajia!"

Cao Ying, who was beside Zhou Chunyan, left her seat to arrange for the girls in the class to receive the award. When the seat became vacant, Su Yaoyao sat directly on it.

Xie Jianjia: "What's going on? Did you hear anything in the front row?"

Su Yaoyao told her father's words intact.

Xie Jianjia understood halfway through the show that even if they performed at the same level as the original teacher Qiao Yun, they would not be able to get first place in this show.

No. 1 has been decided long ago, and everyone else is just a foil.

Seeing Su Yaoyao angrily complaining about her biological father, Xie Jianjia pinched her face soothingly and said, "Don't be angry. The adult world has their rules. When you grow up, you will understand your father."

"I don't want it! We are number one, number one!"

Several students from Class [-] and Class [-] who were close to Su Yaoyao were also very angry. Among them, a boy with long braids stood up from his seat.

"Bah! It's a secret operation, right? You adults are so shameless!"

The clear and crisp voice directly met the vice principal's eloquence.

The air was stagnant for a moment, and everyone looked at the boy who was speaking. The vice-principal's words were stuck in his throat in the middle of what he said.

The other students reacted, and some took the lead and others followed suit.

"Not fair! Not fair! Not fair!"

The scene became noisy again.The vice principal was humiliated by a student and his face was extremely ugly. With so many people looking at him, he couldn't grab the student and ask him which class he was in and ask him to call his parents.

The dean looked at the livid vice-principal in the stands and shook his head in disgust.

No wonder he's been the vice principal for so many years, it's so useless.

He twisted his waist that was sore from sitting for a long time, stood up, walked onto the stage and drove the vice principal off.

"Come on, everyone, listen to what I have to say."

The dean held a microphone in one hand and put his hand on his waist. The loud decibels produced by the microphone easily overwhelmed the students present.

"Everyone is not convinced, right? OK." The dean did not hesitate and pointed to the transparent box on the edge of the table.

"Can I count the votes for you on the spot?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent and watched helplessly as the principal walked to the box, opened the lid of the box, and poured out all the notes inside.

I also asked a few teachers who were nearby to help with statistics on the spot with the calculators placed nearby.

Cao Ying is also included.

Several people compiled the votes again as quickly as possible in front of everyone.

The total number of middle school and high school students present was 2865. The duet performance of "Er Ben Blue Bridge" received 669 votes, the dance "Picking the Moon" received 987 votes, the recitation of "Young China" received 990 votes, and the other 219 votes were for other programs. .

A difference of three votes.

When the dean saw the students discussing among themselves, none of them were too extreme, the dean put on his trademark fake smile.

"As you can see, we didn't do anything shady. We were just three votes short. The performances of several female students in Class [-] and Class [-] were very good. From the bottom of my heart, I feel that the younger students are to be feared. They are much more promising than I was back then."

When the students saw that the dean and themselves were "united front" and the bald old man spoke with admiration, they began to wonder if they were overthinking.

"Could it be that the entire high school department voted together? They don't seem to have any outstanding programs. Only this one barely has the upper hand."

"It's not impossible. It's only three votes short. If it's a shady case, it won't be just three more votes. Maybe it's really a coincidence."

"Just because there were too many people voting for the moon, I randomly wrote individual serial numbers, as if they were recitations."

"I can only say that these girls are not very lucky, alas."

The dean was satisfied that the situation was under control. He called the two hosts to the stage and added another sentence before leaving.

"This year's performance of Class [-] and Class [-] made my eyes shine. I hope that next time the school will carry out performance activities, we can still see their presence. They have a promising future!"

A good hand at drawing pie.

Su Yaoyao looked at the bald old man and felt angry.

Xie Jianjia knew that this could only be done like this, and thought to herself, if she could only get [-] instead of [-], it would be okay.

Neither Su Yaoyao nor Xie Jianjia wanted to go on stage, so Cao Ying could only drag Cai Yan up to receive the award.

When receiving the award, there was a little incident. As a sponsor, Su Pengjie raised the prize money to 1 for No. 2, 3 for No. [-], and [-] for No. [-].

The students in the audience made envious sounds.

When Su Yaoyao heard her father praising "Picking the Moon" loudly and generously on the stage, her face softened a little and she looked at him reluctantly. Su Pengjie winked at her daughter.

Su Yaoyao, who was far away, immediately understood that her father was coaxing her.

I don't seem so angry anymore.

　Second update today!I remembered that when I was in junior high school, a class went to recite "Young China" on the New Year's Day party. When the two leaders opened the mic, I didn't know if it was a problem with the mic. It was like a kettle exploding. I still remember it after all these years. It's really It's so terrible(*)
　　
　
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