The applause went on and on without stopping.
Director Wang's sharp gaze swept across the Class 8 classroom. Everywhere he looked, students were clapping. He was no fool; he would not be so easily deceived.
They definitely had not been celebrating the purchase of a new vehicle just now!
But faced with a class united like an iron barrel, Director Wang could not make trouble directly.
Everything had to be reasonable.
Whenever he had disciplined students before, it was because they had made mistakes first. Otherwise, their parents would not have been pleased.
Just as Director Wang hesitated, he suddenly spotted Wu Xiaoqi and the basketball in his hands!
Director Wang barked, "Why are you holding a basketball?"
The applause gradually died down.
Wu Xiaoqi was about to speak when Wang Longlong silently stepped in front of him and said, "Although Liu Chuandao's leg is lame, his dream of sports has never faded from his heart. He has had a dream ever since he was little: to play basketball. Wu Xiaoqi is supporting him."
On the podium, in order to escape Director Wang's vicious grasp, Liu Chuandao stammered, "I hope... I can have... have a pair of healthy legs. I, I..."
Liu Chuandao did not have enough literary flair to continue and got stuck.
Wang Longlong took up the banner at just the right moment. He stepped forward, his face full of emotion, and recited passionately, "I have a dream. I dream that one day, I can run beneath blue skies and white clouds. I can leap on the basketball court. I dream..."
Director Wang took a deep breath. His trembling finger pointed at several of them. "Fine, fine, fine. You're good!"
"Just don't let me catch you!" Director Wang threw out those words and turned to leave the classroom.