The playground of Dongcheng No. 9 Middle School was filled with teenagers aged 17 or 18, who were casual but energetic. "Look at you, none of you are in shape!" Qiao Yuansheng sang sternly.
"The college entrance examination is in one and a half years. Although the admission rate of our No. 9 Middle School is not low, we can't stop you from messing around like this. You should remember what happened this time. If there is a next time -" Before he could finish, a lazy voice came in: "I know, Director Qiao, you have done this so many times that your ears can feel the calluses."
Qiao Yuansheng looked at the person who spoke: "It's just you, Qin Che, among so many people. You are the most stubborn!" Qiao Yuansheng's face turned red when he said this, "I know, let's leave it like this for now, we are going back, we have classes later!" This time his voice was more magnetic, and after speaking, he walked towards the teaching building behind him.
Behind him, a group of teenagers were walking in an evasive manner, not forgetting to say: "Let's go, Director Qiao." Qiao Yuansheng looked at the retreating figures and sighed to himself: "Hey, these children are still too young!"
The setting sun in the evening shone brightly on his body.
Concept: People around us are prototypes