novelraw Chapter 227 Can People Be The Same?
Chapter 227 Can People Be The Same?
Chapter 227 Can people be the same as people?
Outside Yilou Primary School, on a relatively flat open space, 20 fourth-grade students stood in two rows in front of Fan Boran, laughing and laughing.
Looking at the extremely crude "playground" and the broken basketball hoop behind him, Fan Boran rubbed his forehead speechlessly.
Fan Boran took the basketball and slapped it a few times, but the earthy ground could not provide the proper elasticity at all, and it was impossible to teach him how to shoot and dribble.
It seems that they have to teach them to shoot.
Fan Boran scanned the team with his eyes: "Who wants to try to make a shot."
A tall boy in the back row stepped out of the queue: "Teacher, let me try."
The boy came to a distance of three or four meters in front of the basketball hoop, held the ball with both hands, squatted and jumped, and raised his arms suddenly. The basketball hit the backboard and bounced out.
"Anyone else want to try?"
The students all bowed their heads in silence.
"It seems that everyone can't shoot, so I will explain it first."
After explaining the essentials of shooting, Fan Boran went to the trunk of the car and brought a box of biscuits, opened it, and gave the students a hug.
"Come on, come on, take a look, this is a Lioli sandwich biscuit, do you want to eat it?"
The students swallowed and shouted, "I want to eat."
"Very well, now you start shooting in order, and you can get a biscuit if you shoot one."
"Great."
The boys began to gear up, while the girls pursed their lips and remained silent.
Fan Boran nodded, that's right, girls are weak in shooting, and they might not be able to eat a single biscuit.
"In this way, the girls guarantee a minimum of 5 biscuits, that is, no matter whether you vote or not, you will have 5 biscuits. Well, what's your name?"
Fan Boran pointed to the petite girl in the front row.
The girl said timidly: "Ding Xiaohan."
"You don't have to shoot, you keep a record of the number of shots they made. When it's over, I will send you 10 cookies directly."
Ding Xiaohan's brows relaxed, and he ran to the classroom to get a pen and paper.
Soon, this group of kids began to shoot baskets in an orderly and serious manner.
Fan Boran grinned: Carrots are better!
Comfortably found a shady place to sit down, took out his phone, and clicked on the Douyu APP.
Recently, there was a female anchor who had a good chat with me, and it is currently on the air.
Fan Boran clicked into her room, without further ado, brushed a rocket for her.
The female anchor immediately trembled with joy, put her hands on her left chest, and called out in a flattering voice:
"Thank you Ranran for the rocket, I love you, oh, um, ang en ang~~~"
The female anchor just kissed the screen.
Fan Boran typed a line: "I want to see you dance."
The female anchor responded immediately: "Okay, let's jump up now."
Saying that, the hostess stood up, took a few steps back, and suddenly shook her head...
? ?
Screen stuck? !
Fan Boran stood up, raised the phone and shook it depressedly, but there was still no signal.
After trying in vain for a few minutes, the screen still didn't move.
How can there be no signal in this ghost place? !
After a while, the get out of class bell rang.
Fan Boran came under the basketball hoop, looked at the record in Ding Xiaohan's hand, and his eyes widened.
I went, and all the boys put in a dozen or twenty, and the girls also put in seven or eight.
"Are you sure you remember correctly?" Fan Boran looked at Ding Xiaohan suspiciously.
Ding Xiaohan shook his head, his eyes were as clear as a stream, and he didn't look like he was lying.
"Okay, let's start distributing cookies now."
"Ding Xiaohan, 10 yuan."
Ding Xiaohan happily took the biscuit and carefully put it in his pocket.
Fan Boran reminded: "Hurry up and eat a piece, it's really delicious."
Ding Xiaohan shook his pocket: "I want to take it home for my brother to eat."
Fan Boran paused suddenly, and his vision became slightly hazy.
"Come on, I'll give you another 10 yuan. I gave this 10 yuan to your brother."
Ding Xiaohan's small face suddenly brightened like a bright spring: "Thank you teacher!"
"Next one, Ding Chunsheng, 17 yuan."
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During physical education class in the morning, Fan Boran checked the time, it was just past 11 o'clock.
I suddenly feel a little hungry.
Fan Boran lit a cigarette, smoked it leisurely, and walked to the kitchen.
The fat black chef was chopping vegetables, Fan Boran leaned over and handed him a cigarette.
"Master, what are you having for lunch?"
The chef pinned the cigarette to his ear and said in broken Mandarin: "Vegetables, radish, tofu, loofah egg soup."
Fan Boran immediately frowned: "That's all? Is there nothing oily?"
The chef spread his hands: "That can't be helped, the school only has this little funding."
Fan Boran pouted, and immediately took out 300 yuan from his pocket.
"Hey, this 100 yuan is for your hard work, and the other 200 yuan, you hurry up and get us some chicken, duck and fish."
The chef's eyes lit up immediately, he quickly took the money, rushed out of the kitchen, jumped on the bicycle, and flew away.
Seeing the chef's athlete-like back, Fan Boran not only sighed:
Qian is really good at riding a horse!
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After a comfortable lunch of big fish and meat, everyone went back to the room to take a rest in satisfaction.
Just before class in the afternoon, Qin Mengyao found Li Zheyu.
"After school in the afternoon, how about we go to the student's home for a home visit?"
Li Zheyu nodded: "That's exactly what I mean. After all, we came here with the task of writing songs. It is necessary to be able to enter the homes of children in mountainous areas and see their daily life up close."
"It's great that we can think of going together. Then I will determine the students for home visits in the afternoon."
"Are you going to visit home? Count me in too." Tang Yimo appeared at the door of the room with a cup of instant coffee.
Qin Mengyao's brows tightened immediately: "What are you going to do, and you don't need to write songs?"
Tang Yimo was about to refute, but Fan Boran's voice sounded behind him.
"Although we don't need to write songs, we also care about the children in the mountainous areas? Isn't it the teacher's duty to understand the actual situation of their families?"
Qin Mengyao shook her head brazenly: "No! Too many people will make the child's family members very nervous, and it will increase their pressure instead!"
Li Zheyu pondered for a while, and said: "That's right, if four teachers suddenly come to visit the home together, it will really put a lot of pressure on the parents of the children. Otherwise, we will go to the home in two groups, you and Fan Boran will make one call, and I will go with Yi Mo." dial."
Qin Mengyao categorically denied: "We need to establish the same cognition in order to write perfectly matching lyrics and music. If the two of us visit different families, our cognition will be separated."
This……
It's a bit far-fetched!
Fan Boran wrinkled his nose: "Many songwriters have never met each other, don't they cooperate well?"
Qin Mengyao glared fiercely: "They are them, we are us, can people be the same?!"
(End of this chapter)