I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    At the moment when everyone met the eyes of the school grass, they quickly averted their eyes.

    "Come on, I think it's suitable for our class to perform poems and recitations, Haiyan is like black lightning..."

    Cheng Li's voice resounded in the quiet classroom.

    He sold himself and sacrificed himself for the sake of everyone's attention to Brother Zheng.

    Old Liu suddenly stuck out a head and said, "Will our class recite "Haiyan"?"

    Zhang Qiaoqiao quickly said, "Teacher, it's not our class, it's Cheng Li alone."

    Lao Liu just asked a question and left.

    A boy said: "Fortunately, Lao Liu did not continue to ask questions, otherwise our class may have to put out another 'Cheng's single poem Lang' show."

    Cheng Li was frightened for a while.

    "Fuck me, don't be rude."

    They discussed to the end and decided to dance this year, but not the same jazz dance as last year.

    It is a classical dance that is very friendly to newcomers.

    This kind of dance is easy for newcomers to get started with. The girls wear fairy-like embroidered gauze skirts, and the stage effect is very good.

    Yunyan looked at the video on Zhang Qiaoqiao's mobile phone and thought it was not too difficult.

    She should be able to learn in more than ten days.

    After the dissolution, Cheng Li walked with Fang Yunyan and Fang Zheng.

    He sighed: "You didn't see the way Lao Liu looked at me just now, as if he was coming to discuss with me."

    Fang Yunyan was happy, the corners of her lips rose, and her eyebrows curved.

    She said, "That's what you recite."

    Cheng Li was so praised that she couldn't help but perform again.

    He has practiced both recitation and speech.

    With the cadence of the boy's recitation, several people walked out of the school gate and waved goodbye.

    None of them noticed that under the shade of the tree at the school gate, Lao Liu was communicating with a student's parent.

    Lao Liu looked at the direction Cheng Liyuan was walking, with admiration in his eyes.

    Wait until Friday morning, when the pre-selection list for each class was made, and class 7 actually signed up for two programs.

    One is the group ancient dance, and the other is Cheng Li reciting "Haiyan".

    Cheng Li: “…”

    He felt that Lao Liu misunderstood him.

    In the process, this person has the tolerance cultivated by a wealthy family as the heir, and under any circumstance, he cannot be stage fright.

    Everyone has signed up, and if he quits again, it will be too embarrassing for Mr. Cheng.

    I can only bite the bullet!

    Mr. Cheng's face was bold, and he was speechless and tearful.

    Wu Su was stunned after reading the program schedule.

    Brother Zheng went to dance the ancient dance, and President Cheng went to recite "Haiyan"? !

    He just played a ball, how can the world become a fantasy.

    Mr. Cheng said to Wu Su, "I feel that the sand sculpture emoji package of our class after October has been contracted by me."

    Wu Su patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, let's go."

    After a pause, Wu Su said, "Mr. Cheng, today is the deadline for the selection of the top flowers, right?"

    Cheng Li nodded: "Yes, at twelve o'clock today, our brother Zheng has been staring at these data. However, our class Yunyan has more than doubled the number of votes for the red nail polish before. The flowers must be hers."

    Since the incident of Guangya borrowing the name of Y God came to light, the number of votes on her side has basically not risen much.

    This Friday, the few girls who were not as good as her in the past all rose more than her.

    Guangya, who was originally ranked second, has now become the bottom of the vote.

    Yunyan has always been on the top of the vote.

    In fact, her number of votes has never stopped since the clouds were cleared on Wednesday morning.

    People who voted for Guangya because of the halo of Xueba, now vote for Yunyan in order to compensate.

    The hacker Fang Zheng requested for help was basically not busy anymore.

    At twelve noon, Yunyan won the first place with an overwhelming number of votes.

    Become the first grade flower of the second grade!

    Tong Qiu was even happier than Yunyan himself: "Premier flower! Yunyan is really a prestige flower!"

    Other students also came to congratulate Yunyan.

    Zhang Qiaoqiao said: "Our seventh class girls finally have a face!"

    Yunyan: "…"

    They were happy here, and Fang Zheng received a message.

    Hacker: "Liang Qing."

    As soon as Fang Zheng's 'um' was sent, he saw 'You are no longer the other party's friend...'

    Fang Zheng: "…"

    In the past few days, the number of views and postings of the forum posts is almost several times that of this time last year.

    Except for the polls, the popularity of other posts is from low to high—

    【Hahaha, have you watched the seventh class? Mr. Cheng recited "Haiyan" by himself. 】

    Landlord: I really want to interview Mr. Cheng!

    【Tell me it’s not a hallucination! Our school grass wants to perform a show, or dance! 】

    Landlord: I am so envious of the classmates who danced together in class 7. Jealousy turned me into a lemon essence.

    [Y God did not broadcast live yesterday and the day before yesterday! The second day without Y God, I miss her. 】

    Landlord: Burning incense and bathing sincerely and praying for God Y live broadcast today.

    Yesterday there was a post saying [The first day of live broadcast without Y God, miss her. 】

    In between classes, Yunyan and Tong Qiu got together to browse the forum.

    Then, Yunyan watched helplessly as Tong Qiu replied in the post of [Y God].

    The 121st floor: I prayed to God Y that I would not eat spicy sticks for a month to live stream today.

    After Tong Qiu finished posting, he saw Yunyan's indescribable eyes.

    "What's wrong, Yunyan?"

    Yunyan thought for a while, and only spit out three words: "You said it."

    Tong Qiu was puzzled, she scratched her head: "Huh?"

    Yunyan said: "Eat up today's hot sticks, or you may not have the chance to eat this month."

    Tong Qiu: “…”

    Yunyan didn't live stream these few nights because she accompanied Fang Zheng to the class to perform that ancient dance.

    In fact, it is mainly Fang Zheng, and Yunyan records the time node on the side.

    It was half past nine when they finished their work, Yunyan took a bath and came out to do some homework before going to bed.

    Totally forgot about the live broadcast.

    Tomorrow is Saturday, the school does not make up classes, so you can sleep a little longer.

    Yunyan thinks, it doesn't matter if you do a set of questions on the live broadcast, and sleep half an hour late.

    Well, whoever makes Tong Qiu not believe that she is Y, then she will let Tong Qiu not eat spicy bars for a month.

    It's so vicious.

    It's a little fun to think about Yunyan.

    Today, Fang Zheng has learned almost the dance moves, and he plans to teach his sister a solo first.

    Wait until Saturday afternoon to teach the boys movements.

    Only he and Zhang Qiaoqiao have dance foundation in this group of people. He is responsible for boys and Zhang Qiaoqiao for girls.

    But this kind of classical dance is simple and suitable for beginners to practice, and those with dance foundation can learn it faster.

    So, the younger sister, Fang Zheng, also learned the girl's movements and showed Yunyan a demonstration.

    After the two of them practiced, Yunyan went back to take a shower, sat in front of the desk in pajamas, and opened the question.

    I haven't read this software for a few days, but it has been updated.

    After the update of Yunyan, I found that the logo is more cute, and there are several new functions such as 'Follow the God of the Question, Live Barrage, etc.'.

    She opened her backstage and saw the 188 'fans', she felt shocked.

    However, now is not the time to explore the new interface, she has to finish a set of questions live before going to bed today.

    Yunyan downloaded a set of physics questions and printed them in the study.

    Then adjust the angle of the phone's camera and get ready to broadcast.

    Now that there is a problem from the first day of promotion, it has been three days, and the top scores of the live broadcast are all 40 or 500%.

    It seems that everyone is also very hardworking. In addition to writing homework every day, they also shoulder the heavy task of writing questions.

    Y God 150 points, belongs to the kind of existence that opens the live broadcast and can no longer be on the homepage.

    But it is no match for the worship and enthusiasm of the students for the **** of learning!

    188 followers! There are already quite a few.

    There are only 1,000 students in each grade in the first middle school, and only about 3,000 students in the entire high school.

    Not to mention, after the function of 'Follow the Question God', Yunyan has never started a live broadcast.

    So, it is enough to see how enthusiastic the students are.

    Yunyan clicked the 'live countdown, silent live broadcast' button on the screen, the first thing that appeared under the white light was a delicate and white hand.

    Physics problems appear in the lens only when the aperture of the lens adapts to the light.

    "Ow! My prayers come true, Y God is live!"

    "Hey, this time it's not math, it's physics! God Y is omnipotent!"

     "Damn it, I'm the first barrage in the Y God live broadcast room!"

    "I'm fourth!"

    The camera is facing down, so Yunyan leaned slightly closer to the phone to watch the bullet screen, and would not record her face.

    Her slightly myopic eyes had to get closer when looking at the small print on the phone.

    "Y God is here, why didn't Y God write?"

    Yunyan took out a piece of white paper from the side and responded to the barrage.

    "Sorry, I was rehearsing in the class a few days ago, and I didn't have time to live broadcast."

    She saw everyone's expectations for her on the forum, and the first thing she came up to was an apology.

    "In the future, I will make an announcement without commenting on the topic."

    "Y God is so warm! I really want to know what Y God looks like."

    "Tell me if it's the National Day Extravaganza? Is God Y going to be on stage?"

    "What is Y God performing?"

    The barrage in the live broadcast room is growing exponentially, and Yunyan can only answer.

    "Well, I'm going on stage and dancing."

    "Y God's characters are so beautifully written! Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast."

    "The distance between me and Y God is about as far as the earth to the moon."

    Yunyan thought about it and wrote: "I'm starting to do the question."

    "What should I do, I was actually touched by the word 'la' of God Y."

    "The apex of my heart is shaking."

    Yunyan sat up straight and began to answer the question seriously.

    She brushes the questions as fast as ever. For many fill-in-the-blank questions that need to be calculated, you can only see her nib draw beside the data given in the question, and then the answer will come out.

    Also the correct answer.

    If someone happens to do this question, you can see that the numbers marked by Yunyan are the result of an important step in the calculation process.

    With this result, the desired answer can be calculated.

    Sure enough, more than one person has brushed this question.

    "Damn it! I always thought that Y God's sketch was marking the number of each question, but I thought this was the answer to the intermediate step of Y God's calculation."

    “How fast should Y God think!”

    "???I don't understand what you're talking about."

    "???I can't understand what the numbers written by God Y are."

    So, wait until Yunyan finishes a set of physics questions.

    Including the time she spent interacting with the barrage, it was only thirty-two minutes and fifteen seconds.

    After finishing the question, Yunyan looked at the time, it was half past ten.

    She took out the first piece of paper and wrote: "This ends today, good night."

    Then close the live room.

    Yunyan put out the light, leaving a bedside lamp.

    Sit on the bed and start researching the new features of the software.

    At this time, the number of fans of God Y has risen to 492 after experiencing a live broadcast of physical problems.

     Ranked No. 1 in the 'Number of Fans'.

    Yunyan looked at the numbers that were still slowly rising, clicked in and took a look.

    Seeing the word Zheng, Yun Yan casually clicked on it.

    Everyone's name in a question cannot be repeated, and the avatar of this 'Zheng' is the same as Fang Zheng's WeChat avatar.

    It must be Fang Zheng himself.

     Scroll down further, and there is Tong Qiu himself, whose head is her frog son.

    After clicking Follow, Yunyan put down her phone contentedly.

    Turn off the lights and rest.

    Fang Zheng was chatting with Cheng Li and the others when a message popped up on his phone with a 'ding dong'.

    Cheng Li smiled over there: "Who is this, send a message to our school grass in the evening. It's a pity that Luohua is intentional, and Liushui is ruthless."

    Fang Zheng calmly read the message.

    "A sincere reminder, Y has become your new fan."

    Cheng Li: "...Who? God Y?!"

    With a bang, something seemed to fall over in Chengli, and then he dropped the line.