God's Salvation Plan

Yao Qingshan stood between the corridors, raised his fist and wanted to punch him.

Li Qiqi quickly dodged back, retreated two feet away, and held the broom in front of him to resist.

A dusty broom lay in the middle, Yao Qingshan hated being dirty, and the new Jordan sneakers on his feet creaked on the floor.

"I'm sweeping the floor. I'm on duty today. Of course there is rubbish in the corridor."

The ground was clean, but Li Qiqi kept sweeping around Yao Qingshan with a mop.

"You are looking for death, you poor broom dare to touch my shoes!"

Yao Qingshan clenched his fists, and yelled so loudly that it attracted the attention of some students in Class [-] and Class [-]. They poked their heads out from the windows along the corridor to watch the commotion.

"Don't look! It's time for self-study class!" The monitor of Class [-] chased people away at the front door.

The boy next to Yao Qingshan, who was slightly shorter than him, also came to persuade him to fight, and dragged him to the stairs.

Li Qiqi returned to the class, put the broom away and sat on the seat as if nothing had happened.

From the corner of the eye, Tan Xiaohe still didn't respond, he didn't even move his expression, and he was calculating the value of trigonometric functions on the draft paper as if nothing had happened.

Li Qiqi was a little confused about his temperament.

Thinking of returning to the real world, he had to complete the task of bringing back Tan Xiaohe who had deviated from the track.

It seems that the strength has not plummeted. Judging from the situation in the past few days, it is not a difficult task to untie the knot in his heart.

Li Qiqi cleared his throat and was about to speak when he heard Zhang Yan, the sports committee member, walk up to the stage with a stack of papers: "Everyone be quiet, the registration for next month's sports meeting is about to close, our class is now..."

He glanced back at the registration list in his hand: "Uh... There are still many projects that have not been fully registered, so please be more active! This is also a group activity, and you must participate."

After speaking, the dark-skinned boy with a cropped head gave a shy smile to the audience, showing his big white teeth.

For some reason, Li Qiqi suddenly thought of the figure on the black toothpaste.

After Zhang Yan smiled shyly, the movements in his hands were fast, steady and ruthless, and he walked directly in groups.

"Qian Xue, haven't you participated yet? I'll give you a shot put."

"Yang Duoduo, there is only one person left to sign up for the women's 800 meters. I think you can run very fast when you are about to be late for class. Come and represent our class. Participation is the most important thing!"

The mandatory registration scene that appeared in every sports meeting in high school.

Zhang Yan cut through the mess all the way and came to the last group.

Li Qiqi held up a copy of "Reading Comprehension Efficient Practice" and erected it to cover his face, staring at the title of "a meeting in the churchyard" on the paper, and buried it on the table like an ostrich with peace of mind.

Zhang Yan's footsteps are getting closer and closer.

"You..." Zhang Yan stood beside Tan Xiaohe's desk, "Oh, the registration form for girls is full."

Li Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief and put down the exercise book.

But Zhang Yan hadn't left yet. He took another registration form and looked at Tan Xiaohe: "Our class is still short of one person in the five-on-five men's basketball game. Someone recommends you to me. I think it will do."

Tan Xiaohe looked up at him, and asked with his eyes, "Who?"

Zhang Yan happily betrayed Jiang Jun, raised his thumbs up and pointed to Jiang Jun who turned his head forward and smiled meanly.

"Didn't you have been on the school team before? Sure." Zhang Yan started his strong-buying and strong-selling sales method again.

Just as he was about to half-push and fill in Tan Xiao and his name, the pen was suddenly taken out of his hand.

"I'm not going." He declined.

"Huh?" Jiang Jun twisted his whole body, "Why?"

"You were on the school team before, although you didn't tell me why you left the team, but it must be much stronger than ours." Jiang Jun began to mutter that there was a posture that he insisted on pulling Tan Xiaohe in, "Anyway, the sports meeting is casual. Fight, let's cooperate and fight those bastards..."

"I said, I won't participate." Tan Xiaohe's tone suddenly turned cold, and he interrupted him.