Chapter 765 The Princess and the Knight (Part 1)

When Luo Dinglei saw Ma Xiaohong, he also came out of the classroom, holding a list in his hand, "Xia Fei is not at school at noon today. He said you came and I will give you this."

Ma Xiaohong took the slip, glanced at it, took out a red water-based pen from her pocket, pasted the slip on the wall and wrote: Class 2, Class 3, High School.

Then he called Wei Sheng and Luo Dinglei to go upstairs with her, and said that there would be a meeting before the auction to introduce some information that the heads of each class need to know.

And also mysteriously smiled at Wei Sheng and Luo Dinglei, "By the way, there is a small event."

It was still the classroom on the third floor that was often vacant. At this moment, student representatives from more than 30 classes from senior one to senior high had gathered in it. What I have to say is that the significance of this event is that, from a certain point of view, it undoubtedly gathered quite a lot of capable people from all classes in the school.

Although the High School Attached to Normal University may not be as good as Chaonan City No. 1 Middle School or Ludao Global, which are full of political and business students, but judging from the proud appearance of most of these students, they are undoubtedly among their own circles. The outstanding and central figures.

Of course, it can also be seen that some of these students are thin and weak quietly, or stand timidly in corners such as windows and doors. Classes are not used to being door-to-door, comparing and showing off, and have no inherent sense of superiority. They prefer to live freely and quietly like ordinary students.

This classroom came in from the door, and the students were showing their faces. After seeing this group of people, Luo Dinglei raised his chin first, as if he didn't want to overwhelm his aura. And Ma Xiaohong greeted everyone present with a smile. Although she greeted only a few people by name, she naturally gave people a feeling of taking care of everyone present. This may be her uniqueness.

Wei Sheng also saw Yang Miao in the corner next to the blackboard in this classroom.

At this moment, Wei Sheng couldn't help feeling an unprecedented astonishment, because she saw that straightforward girl with short hair, small eyes, and a few freckles on her face, who was standing in front of the classroom with a donation box in her arms. Obviously embarrassing and bewildered, he accepted the scrutiny of other people in the room as if waiting to be priced.

Along with her, there were four other boys and girls. It was not difficult to recognize that these people were the students from H Province of the High School Attached to Normal University. It was these people who led Yang Miao to form a small group recently. Use the donation box to collect donations on and off campus.

After Ma Xiaohong entered the room, she greeted Yang Miao and the others with a smile, "Are you already here? That's it. Listen to me, these students are relatives of the disaster-stricken people from the hardest-hit areas in H Province. Whether it is as a Chinese! Or as an alumni! I think we should all do our part for our compatriots."

As she spoke, she took out a 50-yuan bill from her delicate wallet with a serious face, and put it into the donation box of a girl closest to her.

The girl's fingers holding the box visibly tightened, and she smiled as gratefully as possible amid embarrassment.

Yang Miao is the same at this moment, she knows that Ma Xiaohong is kind, although this kindness makes her uncomfortable, but she thinks it may be caused by her vanity and strong self-esteem, so she smiles as much as possible, because she I think this is the right thing to do.

After all, I am also making a contribution to the disaster-stricken people in my hometown. This is two different concepts from begging for myself while holding a job!

Yang Miao secretly told herself this in her heart.

A boy in the fundraising team bowed generously towards the crowd, "On behalf of the disaster-stricken people in H Province, I would like to thank everyone."

Yang Miao and the others also bent over.

Then the group of boys and girls who were gathered in this room threw one after another banknotes into the cash box, one by one, hugging impatiently, helplessly, indifferent, or full of sympathy.

There are ten yuan ones, fifty yuan ones, and even one hundred yuan ones.

Ma Xiaohong was still giving an affectionate and moving speech, as if she regarded this as a small charity event.

Or maybe she is proud of the fact that she has gathered these rich children to solve the fundraising problem for Yang Miao and other H province students. After all, they have been out for a day, and the amount of donations may not be enough for these few people. Take out more.

Wei Sheng looked at this scene in shock, she felt that the people present, including everyone, had forgotten a fact. In fact, both Yang Miao and these students from H province are the same as everyone in this room. They are all doing charity for the disaster area, but their identity from H province makes it impossible Charity activities seem to be short of others.

This kind of identity is constantly put on the stage under the support of the news agency, or Ma Xiaohong, and the sympathy is constantly amplified. In the end, these straight-backed students who are running around for their hometown become poor beggars, and all this may be just for the sake of Satisfy some people's hypocritical sympathy.

This kind of scene can't help but remind her of her last life when she was a poverty-stricken student who was constantly carried on various podiums to sing praises. The meaning of the situation is not the same, but in this scorching sun afternoon, it just inexplicably breeds in the bottom of my heart and erupts suddenly.

It has to be said that Ma Xiaohong is considered successful in running the news agency, and maybe she will become an outstanding media person in the future, because she is good at grasping certain points, and even covering the whole face with points.

Looking at those students from province H, they may feel that there is something wrong with the situation they are facing now, but they cannot say what is wrong, because they have been unconsciously put on the so-called big hat of representing the affected people .

No wonder the school society sees the big from the small, and this school is not a microcosm of society.

"Enough." Wei Sheng suddenly shouted expressionlessly.

Her voice obviously made everyone stunned, and interrupted the solemn and orderly fundraising activity with rich voice and emotion.

Then she stepped forward and took Yang Miao's arm, turned around and strode out of the classroom. In the afternoon when the scorching sun was baking the earth, she was like a knight who rescued the princess from the ivory tower, with a straight and cold posture .

Immediately afterwards, the students from Province H were stunned for a moment, and almost chased after Ma Xiaohong. Among them, the boy from Province H who took the lead in thanking everyone stretched out his hand and grabbed the helpless Yang Miao, forcing the knight and the princess Both stopped.

"What are you doing?" The girl who clenched her hands after the first hundred-yuan bill was thrown in asked, frowning.

There was no bright smile on Ma Xiaohong's face either, she was a bit annoyed with the sunlight coming in from the window of the corridor with her back on her face.