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The classrooms and dormitories in Feiluan Village are spacious and bright.

Not only has a space of nearly 80 meters, it faces the north and the south, and the room type is transparent, and the decoration design is also simple and warm.

Arrived here a day earlier, Wang Wan'er, who was arranged by Lao Sun in this vacant room, lay on the bed, facing the sun with her face sideways, and not knowing what she was thinking, there was a sound from the phone.

She took out her mobile phone and saw the long-lost dialog box, and the slightly concerned sentence, "Does the nosebleed still flow?"'

Wang Wan'er blinked her eyes, and she felt like a world away.

Of course, this feeling was quickly suppressed by her, she thought for a while, and replied—not sleeping on the kang again.

Then... I waited for a long, long time, and no reply was received.

So she stared at the screen blankly for a long time. When the sun outside the window dimmed, she stood up, came to the window, and looked at the playground.

Sure enough... self is not important.

...

The game on the playground is still going on.

The children did not admit defeat and insisted on Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei to continue playing.

It's just what skill Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei are, how could they be hit by the little sandbags?

This time I spent not only hiding sandbags, but also grabbing sandbags.

Because the rule of this game is that catching the sandbags is one more life.

Zhang Xiaojian flew into the air to grab a sandbag.

Zhuo Fei held the sandbag with his feet upside down...

Zhang Xiaojian used his mouth to hold the sandbag like a big wolf dog...

Zhuo Fei unloaded his power in the air and caught the sandbag with his forehead...

The children were miserably abused, but they also felt wonderful and threw sandbags harder.

The audience in the live broadcast room was really dumbfounded. For the first time, they felt that they and Gao were playing in two worlds. A sandbag-throwing game can be played like this, please take your knees...

Ning Xueqing and Xiao Li were still explaining.

"My brother's move is called Pingsha Luoyan Style. Look at how irritating this provoked posture is, especially the tight ankles are as straight as ballet dancers."

Xiao Li thought hard: "Brother Zhuo Fei's staying in the air is really strong. He actually crossed his legs in the air and easily caught the sandbag...what should this trick be called?"

Liu Mei was aside: "."

...

Xiao Li asked humbly: "Then this trick is to forcibly twist the body in the air and grab the sandbag after three hundred and sixty degrees?"

Liu Mei calmly commented: "Shake your face."

...

"Sister Mei, now he is holding the sandbag, his arms are bent backwards and shaking, what do you say about the celebration of forward ass?"

"Old man pushing cart."

...

The barrage in the live broadcast room burst completely instantly.

——I didn't expect you to be such a high cold lady.

——Little sister who is driving, there is something inside...

——I remember Mr. Zhang said that she was an old driver... She really deserved her reputation.

...

After playing for a full hour, a group of people ended this boring game.

Taking the time to return a WeChat message to Wang Wan'er, the group entered the school cafeteria and met the four teachers dispatched here from the Tim Chai Man Project.

They enthusiastically introduced Zhang Xiaojian to the current situation in Hope Primary School.

He also said that he couldn't imagine that the accommodation conditions and supporting facilities here are so good.

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Liu Mei, I think the conditions should be improved. We can set up a bonus plan. Every month, quarter, annual exam, and college entrance exams, bonus teachers and outstanding children can be given bonuses. Motivated."

Liu Mei nodded, "Nezha" is selling so well at the box office, it is no surprise that Zhang Dong invests in another wave.

Unexpectedly, the teachers said one after another that the current benefits are high enough, regardless of whether they have bonuses or not, they will do their best in one day here.

Then we talked about some trivia, and then Zhang Xiaojian said hello to the show crew.

The camera pointed at Liu Mei.

Liu Mei smiled and said: "If you have graduated from the National Normal University and are interested in teaching in the countryside, you can send us your resumes, search the Jianxing Charity Fund on the Internet, and you can find recruiters in the project. In the middle of the year, we will push the plan to the whole country little by little."

Don't say... the water friends really gave back a wave of enthusiasm, but mostly talk.

...

The phone rang again, and Wang Waner, who was drinking hot water, put down the quilt and opened it to see Zhang Xiaojian's reply.

——Hahahaha.

Wang Wan'er looked at these four words and fell into depression, she really had nothing to talk to herself...

But it's all here, so I have to be shameless again.

She sat on a chair, revised it many times over and over, and finally chose the most straightforward and simple sentence.

——Come to me after recording the show and tell you something.

Not long after this time, Zhang Xiaojian replied-OK.

Wang Wan'er, who had put aside a worry, returned to normal, but she opened the suitcase and looked at the clothes she had brought with her again and carefully considered the gesture...

...

Today's "Dear Sister" is different from the previous issue.

The director team used the camera to record Hope Primary School in a small mountain village, and the group also introduced to the water friends what the Tim Chai Ren Project is.

Let many people know that there are such charity organizations that are doing projects to improve the quality of primary education in Hope.

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian, Ning Xueqing, Liu Mei, together with Xiao Li, and Zhuo Fei, who doesn’t speak much, can’t teach by example and convey any positive energy...

Speaking well, he runs off the track.

Good things are the chance to publicize, and more often laugh and scold.

But this does not prevent Mr. Zhang's image from being much taller in the hearts of water friends.

After leaving the cafeteria, I played tug-of-war and rubber band jumping games with the children in the afternoon, which brought back many childhood memories of the water friends in the live broadcast room.

At dusk, a bonfire was lit on the open space outside the school grass field.

The young and old in the village gathered together, thanking Jianxing Charity Fund for renovating Hope Primary School and also inviting good teachers to educate the children.

More than forty tables of running water tables were lively eating, frequently toasting, and many staff in the program group were drunk...

...

...

Unknowingly, the starry sky was densely covered, Wang Wan'er finally did not change clothes, and stepped on those dirty white sneakers again.

She opened the door of the room and walked to the roof of the building, which was arranged by the teachers to resemble a garden and planted some fruits and vegetables.

Then, Wang Wan'er sat on the edge without fear of heights, with her feet dangling from the four-story building, taking a breath of fresh air while looking at the increasingly unclear mountains in the night.

Finally, she raised her head and looked at the starry sky that was exceptionally bright tonight and seemed to be within reach.

She thought about what she should say when Zhang Xiaojian comes.

It was just the bright starlight that made her squint her eyes. She forgot what she was thinking about just now, just simply admiring the starry sky.

How can Zhang Xiaojian have a beautiful starry sky?

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