National male god A exploded

Chapter 444 It's a little embarrassing to seal the dye
"Xu Tianhao, will something happen to him?" Feng Ran asked.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and the air condensed for a moment, Feng Ran could clearly feel that Yu Linhan, the vinegar jar, was angry.

Feng Ran was very annoyed, she shouldn't have asked.

Even if Xu Tianhao is fine, if he asks this question, he is afraid that something will happen.

After waiting for a long time, Yu Linhan still didn't speak, Feng Ran thought he was angry and hung up the phone.

When Feng Ran was about to put the phone back, Yu Linhan's cold voice came again, "No."

These two words are very concise, but they represent Yu Linhan's promise to Fengran.

"Thank you. There is a basketball game in our class this afternoon. I may finish class early. I'll go find you." Feng Ran has never been very interested in sports, and just wants to take advantage of the game to sneak away by himself.

"No, I'll pick you up early."

"That's okay, hang up first, class is over, let's talk back." Seeing that the head teacher had already walked up, Feng Ran hung up the phone decisively, went back to the classroom and sat down.

The head teacher came up quickly, and when he stepped onto the podium, he looked at Feng Ran meaningfully, but he didn't say anything.

Pushing the glasses, the head teacher said, "Our school has always advocated the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness and beauty. Although everyone is in the third year of high school, exercise must not be left behind. In the afternoon, the school will hold a school-wide basketball game."

"This competition not only has bonuses but also extra points, so I hope everyone will participate. Those who can play will play, and those who can't play will go to the scene to cheer." The head teacher paused, looked at Fengran, and continued: " Some students are late and leave early every day and do not attend class. This month our class has been deducted a lot of points. It is time for some students to fight for the class. Next, everyone will sign up on their own. If the number is not enough, the class leader will recommend it. Boys' competition, tomorrow afternoon is the girls' competition, those who sign up raise their hands, and the class monitor will count."

The teacher in charge glanced at He Mingze after speaking, He Mingze understood, walked up to the podium, and began to count the number of people.

They are all in the third year of high school. Good students can read more books and read more books. Bad students like Lin Yinrong don’t know what collective honor is. Those who can come to Class L are those who are not short of money, and no one will read it. Get that bonus.

So in the end, the whole class was silent, and no one signed up voluntarily.

He Mingze seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he just smiled and didn't say anything.

The head teacher was furious: "Why don't you have any sense of collective honor?"

"Teacher, what is the sense of collective honor? Can you eat it?" Lin Yinrong asked lazily as he put his legs on the table.

"You..." The homeroom teacher's face turned red and white with anger, each of these second-generation ancestors was more difficult to serve than the other.

In the past, it was difficult enough for Lin Yinrong to be the principal's son, but now that he is the only son of the Qiao family, it is even more difficult to serve him. The class teacher dare not say a word about him.

Compared with the class teacher, the class leader He Mingze obviously has more prestige.

He Mingze said: "None of you signed up, right? Then I will call the names, Lin Yinrong, Bai Shirong, Sun Zhinan, Jiang Xuan..."

At the end of the reading, He Mingze took a second look at Fengran and said, "Fengran candidate."

Feng Ran: ...I just want to be a melon eater, and run away as soon as I show my face. Whoever wants to be a backup.

"Can I refuse?" Feng Ran asked.

"No, this Moonlight, you were deducted a lot of points for being late and leaving early in class. You have to participate in the basketball game." He Mingze said with a smile.

Being told by He Mingze, Feng Ran was a bit embarrassed. Originally, Class L was No. 1 every time, but because of himself, he suddenly fell out of the top ten. No wonder the head teacher always looked at him that way.

Feng Ran lazily leaned back on the chair, turned the water-based pen around handsomely with his slender fingers, and said, "Okay, but let's say it first, I don't know how to type."

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