Chapter 97 Let’s watch Class 9’s jokes together! [Sixth update! Please subscribe!]

Imperial City time.

11:00 noon sharp.

The students in Class 8 have completed setting up all the camps, and they are sitting together bragging and talking, which is a bit boring.

Basically every outing, they are like this.

Once the camp is set up, the rest is free time.

But in a place like this, everyone really can’t find anything to do.

Moreover, the school explicitly prohibits bringing in some electronic games, so except for the recently popular Three Kingdoms, they really lack entertainment items.

Moreover, even if it is Three Kingdoms, you cannot play it every day. If you play it for a long time, you will always get bored.

In addition, this place is still in the wild, which is not suitable for card games.

Therefore, the students in Class 8 are now sitting on a small stool, wearing sun hats, either chatting nonsense, or looking up at the sky in boredom.

Or, just take out the snacks you bought before and eat them.

However, the students in Class 8 suddenly realized a problem.

Before we went up the mountain, didn't a grandson from Class 9 come to play with us?

Just because that guy brought few things and climbed the mountain easily, he came to look down on us?

At that time, it seems that we were still thinking of coming back in contempt, right?!

The students in Class 8 looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly became energetic.

Isn’t it the best activity to go and play with Class 9?!

And it's still noon, so those poor students in Class 9 must have nothing to eat or drink.

We have drinks, potato chips, and sandwiches. It can be said to be rich in ingredients. Isn’t this the best part of the game?!

Thinking of this, a small group of boys from Class 8 looked at each other and smiled, carrying their own small benches and carrying gift bags of snacks, they set off on their way to the gathering place of Class 9.

They decided!

Today’s lunch was eaten right in front of Class 9!

However, when they arrived at the gathering place of Class 9, they were a little dumbfounded.

It's not because of the very 'abstract' barbed wire fence, after all, they have seen these before, it's not surprising.

but.

Why do so many people gather in such a small place?!

The students in Class 8 took a cursory glance and felt that there were at least a hundred people here.

And it is obvious that they have been divided into seven small groups. Although they are not very far apart, the distinct picnic blankets have already explained their composition.

And there are a variety of snacks and drinks placed on each small group's outing blanket.

Even more outrageous is the roast chicken

A large parasol is placed at each group location.

This looks like you came prepared!

The students in Class 8 looked at each other and then at themselves, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.

Why are you so well prepared?!

At this moment, the students in Class 8 are in the mood to go back and prepare again.

But at this moment, the foreign students next to them had obviously noticed them and waved to them:

"Hey, guys, you guys are from Class 8, I'm just waiting for you."

"Come on, come on, there's a vacant seat right now."

As he spoke, he gestured towards an open space next to them.

The students in Class 8 smiled politely, walked over, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, it's just like what you thought, I'm here to play for Class 9."

"Who told them to go up the mountain and pretend like that?"

"Now we are all busy. It seems that the equipment of Class 9 is all empty. How could we let go of such a good opportunity?"

The waving boy smiled and explained, and then patted himself:

"Oh, by the way, we are from Class 7."

"Further forward are Class 6, Class 5, and the first one is Class 1."

As he spoke, he pointed to other small groups one by one and introduced them.

Students from other classes also waved friendly hands to the Class 8 students.

Immediately, the monitor of Class 7 looked at the group of Class 8: "You didn't bring a blanket, did you?"

The squad leader of Class 8 nodded sheepishly: "I thought it would just be us, and we would be brought down by just shouting. I didn't expect there to be so many people."

"Well, it's the fault of Team 9 for causing public outrage before."

"But it's okay. The blanket in our class is quite big. We can just sit on it together."

"Is this okay?" The students in Class 8 hesitated: "I see that you are obviously dividing the class."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm just used to using classes as dividing lines." The monitor of Class Seven waved his hand and said indifferently:

"Those who can come here now are all brothers and comrades who have come together to fight for Class 9. Why should we talk about divisions?"

The monitor of Class 7 waved his hand, and some students pulled the students from Class 8 over.

"That's right, now everyone is a united front, so what's the point?"

Students from other classes also helped to chat.

The students from Class 8 could only sit in Class 7's seats half-heartedly.

"Brothers, you can eat whatever you want, you're welcome."

Then the squad leader of Class 7 generously shared his class's belongings.

The students in Class 8 were not hesitant and immediately poured out all the things they had brought:

"Same, brothers, you're welcome."

After going back and forth like this, the students in Class 8 quickly became involved with these comrades who shared the same 'ideal' with them.

They shared food, blew the same cowhide, and looked forward to the same scene.

But soon, the squad leader of Class 8 felt that something was wrong.

They were having a great time together, but...

What about the people in Class 9?

Up to now, on the stone platform not far ahead, there is still only one class teacher from Class 9, with his back leaning on a cushion, wearing a sun hat, and his body spread out comfortably.

With her legs crossed, she feels relaxed and relaxed.

Can.

Where are the students in Class 9?

They came here just to have fun.

Now that the principal is not here, it makes them feel like their fists have been punched in cotton, which is very uncomfortable.

"Those people from Class 9 haven't been here since just now."

The monitor of Class 7 seemed to notice the confusion of Class 8 and took a sip of Coke to explain.

"We don't even know what they did."

"But it doesn't matter. They will always come back. After all, their head teacher is still here."

"They can't do without their own class teacher."

As he said that, the monitor of Class 7 shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly calm and unfazed at all.

Anyway, if the monk can run away, he can't run away from the temple, so he just has to wait.

But I don't know why.

The squad leader of Class 8 always felt that he might have overlooked some important details.

The students from Class 9 haven't appeared yet, maybe they are holding back some big move?

No reason.

The squad leader of Class 8 suddenly became a little flustered.

I always feel that this collective fight may not go well.
Chapter completed!