Class Beauty

"Card!"

The director's excited voice rang out: "One more take of the two of them dancing!"

"Isn't this bad?" the script supervisor said, "Just follow the script and shoot a four-hand piano duet. After all, they're just characters added midway through..."

While the staff gathered together to discuss filming issues, Letang was distracted from his role and suddenly realized that he was too close to Fu Zhixu, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Fu, Fu Xueshen..."

It was as if he had returned to being the timid little follower who allowed himself to be bullied without saying a word.

He subconsciously took two steps back, but because the leather shoes he was wearing did not fit him, he tripped and fell straight to the ground.

He was wearing shorts that didn't reach his knees. The pain forced him to bend his legs, causing the loose trouser legs to slide down, revealing his soft, white thighs and the edge of a childish patterned fabric. His white stockings were tightly wrapped around his calves, and one of his shoes had fallen off.

Fu Zhixu sat silently and watched him fall. He waited until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes due to the pain and he gritted his teeth and crawled up from the ground. It was as if she had not expected him to be so delicate, so she belatedly stood up to help him.

Seeing that he had twisted his ankle, the director couldn't film the dance scene anymore, so he had to give up his sudden idea and film the four-hand piano duet scene according to the original script.

However, the director was in a dilemma when choosing whether to let Letang continue filming or let Ning Ruotong be the heroine.

"I can hold on." Letang said.

His ankle wasn't red or swollen, but he looked in so much pain that tears kept falling even with his eyes open.

Wang Bang said worriedly, "Why don't we go to the hospital?"

Ning Ruotong was already sitting in the audience. It was unknown how long she had been watching the scene that Letang had just filmed. Liu Sijia, who was sitting next to her, said loudly, "Why don't you ask the female lead what she thinks? She's been waiting here for a long time."

After saying that, he shook Ning Ruotong's arm and gave Letang on the stage a suggestive glare.

She originally wanted Ning Ruotong to teach Letang a lesson. She had just said a lot of bad things about Letang in Ning Ruotong's ear, and her mouth was dry.

Unexpectedly, Ning Ruotong smiled faintly and said, "Let Letang continue acting. I just watched it, and it was very good. I can take a break for a while."

With her opening, the director was able to film more freely. Liu Sijia also fell silent, unable to speak again.

Letang endured the pain and limped towards the piano.

Wang Bang wanted to help him, but was stopped halfway.

"I'll do it."

Fu Zhixu spoke softly, reaching out to hold his slender arm, and crossing one hand across his waist, letting him half lean on him.

Letang lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. His body was stiff and he didn't dare to press hard on Fu Zhixu, for fear that he would think he was too heavy.

"Relax."

The fingers that were lightly placed on the waist retracted. It was an unintentional action, but Letang was extremely sensitive. His whole body trembled and his breathing stopped for a moment.

Others couldn't see it, but Fu Zhixu was the closest, and through two layers of cloth he could clearly feel how fragile this body was. When it trembled, it was like a harmless yet fragile milk pudding.

Fu Zhixu glanced at his lowered head, and for some unknown reason, pinched his fragile waist again.

The body pressed against him trembled again. The person beside him raised his head, revealing a face that was, for some reason, incredibly red. His ears and a large area of ​​skin on his neck were a hot pink. The corners of his eyes, like a cat, were watery. He couldn't tell if it was from pain or something else, but tears were about to fall. He looked like he had been severely bullied, and he was very pitiful.

Three words uttered softly from her cherry jelly-like lips: "Fu Zhixu..."

It was like begging for mercy. More like pleading.

What was he begging for? Fu Zhixu didn't know, but he felt an inexplicable urge to bully the other person even more.

Fu Zhixu snapped back to his senses and frowned subtly. This thought was unlike him.

He silently led Letang to the piano stool and let go of his hand, letting him sit down.

After Letang sat down, he didn't know if he felt uncomfortable somewhere. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Fu Zhixu. He quietly clamped his legs together and twisted them a few times. His knees were probably from falling just now, and there was a thin layer of red.

The filming of the four-hand piano duet was surprisingly smooth.

The two of them seemed to have rehearsed beforehand, and they played the entire song in one go without making any mistakes. It was even better than the version played by Fu Zhixu alone.

The director applauded repeatedly and immediately ordered that there would be no need for additional dubbing in the later stage, and the final film would use the original sound.

The staff all thought that Letang and Fu Zhixu were good friends, which was why they had such a tacit understanding. After the filming was over, the assistant director secretly handed Letang a business card and exchanged WeChat accounts.

Only Fu Zhixu glanced at Letang indifferently without saying anything.

We only shot for half a day in the morning today. The shooting ended quickly and we returned to school by the same route at noon.

Because there were fewer staff members on the way back, only students were riding in one car, and there were many empty seats.

It was still not Letang’s turn to sit in the seat next to Fu Zhixu.

But Letang was already very happy. In just one morning, he had experienced many things that were worth reminiscing about.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but it seemed as if the distance between him and Fu Zhixu had suddenly shortened a lot.

However, going out in the morning had disrupted his original plan. He had promised Bai Ruicai to have lunch at noon, but he probably had to cancel it.

He lowered his head to send a message to Bai Ruicai, only to find that there was an extra person sitting next to him.

Ning Ruotong has taken off her makeup, and her beautiful face is still radiant and charming, like a lotus in clear water. She is still a student now, and she will definitely be a great beauty in the future, and she deserves to be the recognized class beauty.

Letang knew he had little in common with this class beauty, and he couldn't understand why she was sitting with him. Thinking about it, he figured it was probably because he had stolen her spot today.

Ning Ruotong spoke first: "Is your foot better? Is it serious?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Ning Ruotong nodded and asked, "You play the piano very well. Have you been practicing since you were young?"

Letang thought for a moment. The original owner's family was an ordinary one. Compared to these second-generation rich and third-generation reds, they were considered "poor", but they were not so poor that they couldn't even afford piano lessons. So he generously admitted, "Yes."

Ning Ruotong nodded and laughed, not knowing what she was thinking about. "My parents forced me to practice the piano since I was a child, but I knew I had no talent. I barely passed a few exams and then gave up. I can only play simple pieces and can't keep up with Fu Zhixu's piano skills. This scene really should be played by you."

Her tone was sincere. Letang didn't expect that she would speak to comfort him first, and he felt a little grateful in his heart.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I also practiced very hard when I was a kid. I don't know how many times I cried because of it."

Ning Ruotong stared at his face. She had only heard the gossip in the class and had never chatted with Letang. She had always thought of him as a quiet and taciturn person. But today, her opinion of him had changed a little. She felt that he was not as bad as Liu Sijia said.

In fact, she had become curious about Letang during the class meeting that day when they were voting for the actors in the short film. She found Letang's courage very attractive.

While listening to him, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face. It was quite soft.

So he pinched it again.

"By the way," Ning Ruotong moved closer and asked quietly, "Do you like Fu Zhixu?"

Letang didn't expect her to be so direct. His thoughts were exposed and his face turned red instantly.

He didn't hesitate, pursed his lips and nodded.

Ning Ruotong found him so honest and thought it was cute. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Have you confessed?"

Letang shook his head, a little hesitant: "Everyone is talking about Fu Xueshen and Lin Nuo... I can't break them up."

What he said was from his heart. Although he couldn't control his love for Fu Zhixu, he also knew that they were characters in the novel, and Fu Zhixu was destined to be with Lin Nuo. This was irreversible "God's will".

Not only Fu Zhixu, but also Beiye Ji and the other attackers, deeply loving the protagonist Lin Nuo and giving everything for Lin Nuo will be the only main theme in the lives of all of them.

He only hopes to change his image in Fu Zhixu's mind, and it would be best if he could just be a friend and bless him and the protagonist.

Ning Ruotong didn't think so: "Fu Zhixu's family and I are old friends, and I haven't heard of him dating anyone. I don't know much about his relationship with Lin Nuo, but you are definitely not the third party."

Letang was grateful for her comfort and talked to her a lot along the way. The two of them hit it off immediately.

Ning Ruotong wanted to invite him to have lunch together, but Letang still remembered his plans. After politely declining her, he made an appointment with her to go shopping together on the weekend.

Letang came to the teaching building for lower grades, walked around and came to the door of a classroom, and stopped a young classmate.

"Is Zhou Jieyu here?"

Seeing that he was a senior, the classmate did not dare to be perfunctory and helped him call Zhou Jieyu out.

Zhou Jieyu had chocolate-colored curly hair and wore a delicate white dress, looking like a doll. She frowned in confusion when she saw him. "Letang?"

Letang was a little surprised. According to the original owner's storyline, he and Zhou Jieyu should not have any intersection.

"Do you recognize me?"

Zhou Jieyu snorted and didn't answer his question. She crossed her arms across her chest and said arrogantly, "Tell me, what did you come to see me for?"

Letang opened the club section on the forum on his phone: "I'm very interested in the club you started. Can I join?"

The college encourages students to explore their own interests and hobbies. The last class every Wednesday is the club activity time. There are many large and small clubs in the college, all of which are established by students themselves.

Zhou Jieyu looked him up and down. "You? Join my club? Are you sure?"

It's no wonder that she had to confirm repeatedly, because the club she founded was called the "Lolita Club", and the participants were all girls of the same age, and basically no boys would be interested in it.

Letang nodded firmly.

As if afraid Zhou Jieyu would disagree, he added: "Your membership requirements don't say boys are not allowed to join."

Zhou Jieyu clearly disliked him and was very impatient with him, saying bluntly, "You have to wear Lolita to club activities. You're so poor, how can you afford it?"

Anyway, Letang's real purpose wasn't to join the club, so he didn't care about Zhou Jieyu's sarcasm and deliberately said, "It's just a piece of clothing, why can't I afford it?"

Zhou Jieyu found it funny when she heard it: "Okay, I'll give you a list and you can pick the items on the list. As long as you can buy one, I'll let you join the club. How about that?"

"Then send me the order now and I can buy it tomorrow."

"If you can't buy it, don't blame me for calling you a boaster and shameless person on the forum."

Zhou Jieyu was waiting for him to be slapped in the face, and couldn't wait to add him on WeChat. She compiled the long-out-of-print Lolita books into a list and sent it to him.