Chapter 34 The Flower That Fell in the Corner of the Party

The rehearsal for the New Year's Eve gala chorus was randomly scheduled during a break, and a small monthly exam was also held alongside it.

On one hand, there's the occasional brainwashing of songs and the anticipation of the New Year's Eve party; on the other hand, there's the tension of exams. Learning to balance these emotions is something a high school student needs to learn.

"I'm so bored. I should be a busy high school student right now, but I don't want to study at all. Is that normal?"

On a somewhat sweltering afternoon, Jing Yiran sat lazily in the chair of the classmate in front of Ning Yanzhao, and turned around to lean on Ning Yanzhao's desk while talking.

"It's only human nature. Actually, I don't want to learn, but I know I have to." It's not easy for Ning Yanzhao to awaken all kinds of dormant knowledge memories. Her head was also aching. While Jing Yiran was talking, her pen didn't stop.

"Ugh... I'm so sleepy. You know, math teachers are really something, handing out so many tests every day. I don't believe I'm the only one who feels like I haven't fully understood this one yet. It's reasonable that they're already handing out the next test so quickly."

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do. The college entrance exam is a selective test; it's designed to pick out the people who can learn the knowledge most efficiently and achieve the highest overall scores..."

"Yan Zhao, come here for a moment." After calling Ning Yan Zhao, the math teacher, who was also the homeroom teacher, left the classroom first.

It's said that you shouldn't talk about someone behind their back, or you'll soon be in trouble. Sure enough, the math teacher suddenly appeared, and Jing Yiran, upon hearing the math teacher's voice, chose to continue lying on the table with her eyes closed, pretending to be dead.

"Then I'll go first," Ning Yanzhao said softly to Jing Yiran, who was still slumped over the table.

"Okay, go quickly, I can't go on." Jing Yiran was practically in tears, urging Ning Yanzhao in an even softer voice.

"Teacher, is there anything I can help you with?"

On another note, for some reason, Ning Yanzhao always felt that ever since she started transmigrating, the number of times her teachers suddenly called her out of the classroom had increased, and each time they caught her off guard.

"Here's the thing, Bian Tingyu, who was in charge of conducting the chorus at our class's New Year's Eve party, suddenly had to go back to her hometown due to a family emergency, so the position of conductor is temporarily vacant. I was thinking that I seemed to have heard you mention that you had studied some music before, and since you have a good appearance, could you take the stage this time? Of course, I'm not forcing you. If you really don't want to accept this task, I will find another classmate."

"Student Bian Tingyu?"

"yes."

Ning Yanzhao still remembered this classmate. According to her fragmented memories, she should be a music student who transferred from the special talent class last semester. Because special talent students often have to go to training and are not usually in the classroom, Ning Yanzhao and Bian Tingyu were not familiar with each other. In addition, due to her frequent sudden time travels, Ning Yanzhao and Bian Tingyu were not very familiar with each other overall.

Compared to Bian Tingyu's family matters, something else came to Ning Yanzhao's mind first.

"Teacher, is she actually sick?"

Upon hearing Ning Yanzhao's question, the homeroom teacher's expression immediately changed slightly. Finally, with a somewhat conflicted look, she said, "So you knew? Did Bian Tingyu tell you herself?"

"Yes, she suddenly felt unwell last night and was admitted to the provincial hospital. I guess her condition is not good. Sigh, she is still so young. I have only told you about this so far. As for the other classmates, Bian Tingyu said she did not want to disturb them, so she asked me not to tell them. Therefore, I will temporarily use the excuse that Bian Tingyu has an emergency at home."

Although Ning Yanzhao and Bian Tingyu were not close, Ning Yanzhao still remembered that Bian Tingyu had suddenly fallen ill. She also remembered that not long after, Bian Tingyu had passed away from this acute illness. It could be said that from the time she fell ill at school until she went to the hospital, she never returned to school because this acute illness was really difficult to treat.

However, Ning Yanzhao remembered that Bian Tingyu had held on until the next semester before dropping out of school to see a doctor, but this time her condition had come on earlier.

Before and after the time travel, some details of things will change. Ning Yanzhao had known this for a long time, but she didn't expect it to be this time. Was it just a coincidence?

In fact, Ning Yanzhao had been thinking about all this time. Was it a pure time travel or the result of several different parallel universes influencing each other? She didn't know.

Although Ning Yanzhao already knew the ending regarding Bian Tingyu, it was still heartbreaking to suddenly learn of this impending separation. After all, they were classmates, and it was likely that she would never see her again.

But some things in this world are just like that; even if you know them, you can't stop them.

Whether Ning Yanzhao will be able to find out the cause of An Nianyu's death before saving him is also unknown.

So, what's your decision?

"Teacher, let me do it." Since Bian Tingyu was no longer able to take on this responsibility, Ning Yanzhao would take over as the homeroom teacher. However, she hoped to do something for Bian Tingyu one last time, and a new idea came to her mind.

And so, Ning Yanzhao went from being in the back to being the conductor, and the rehearsal for the grand chorus at the New Year's Eve gala continued.

Although the songs for the chorus were relatively simple, since the performance was taking place in the school auditorium, the formation, entry, and exit all required practice. This practice was scheduled for the last ten minutes of the last evening self-study session, after which everyone went home or back to their dormitories to rest.

Because of the school's deliberate arrangement, the New Year's Eve party this year happened to fall on a weekend.

We could have had a joyful holiday, but the monthly exams started on the Thursday after New Year's Day, which was a bit of an emergency. So, during this period, everyone was busy preparing for two things at the same time, in a relaxed yet somewhat tense atmosphere.

Late autumn has completely disappeared, and now the atmosphere of winter is everywhere in our lives.

Time flies, and tonight is the New Year's Eve party that we've been preparing for for quite some time.

During this period, Ning Yanzhao was busy rehearsing the chorus and preparing for the monthly exam, so she didn't see An Nianyu or Zhou Luoyin much.

As for why An Nianyu suddenly went abroad back then, she didn't know.

"Yan Zhao, are you alright?"

"Huh? I'm fine, why do you say that?" Ning Yanzhao looked up and saw Jing Yiran looking at her with concern.

"I saw you were creating tables, are you really okay?"

"It's fine."

"By the way, what have you been doing so mysteriously lately? I've tried to contact you on QQ several times since I got home, and even though you're online, you only reply to my messages very late."

"You reminded me. I have to go to the office. I'll talk to you later. I'm leaving now."

Ning Yanzhao took a book out of her desk and went to the homeroom teacher's office, where she handed the book to the teacher.

"Yan Zhao, what's this?"

Ning Yanzhao had thought about it before, and what she wanted to do for Bian Tingyu this time was very simple: to put some of her photography works or hand-drawn drafts on online platforms and try to sell them for some money.

Because she had to attend classes during the day and didn't have time to reply to messages, Ning Yanzhao had been busy with this matter in the evenings these past few days, which is why she sometimes didn't reply to Jing Yiran's messages in time. However, because Bian Tingyu said that she didn't want to disturb the classmates, she couldn't say it directly to Jing Yiran.

Ning Yanzhao slipped the money into the book, hoping to pass it on to Bian Tingyu through her homeroom teacher as a token of her goodwill.

The homeroom teacher was quite surprised that a high school student would consider so much for his classmates and provide help within his own capabilities.

"I understand. Since you obtained the funds through your own efforts, I will pass on your message to Bian Tingyu. She will be very grateful to you."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Okay, go back to the classroom and study first. I'll tell you when it's in Bian Tingyu's hands."

"Okay, teacher."

This winter is really cold. As soon as Ning Yanzhao pushed open the office door, she felt the biting cold wind. She couldn't help but sigh that the teacher's office was much warmer. She should hurry back to the classroom.

"Ning Yanzhao, classmate."

Ning Yanzhao turned around and saw that it was An Nianyu calling her.

"It's you, hello."

Do you have time after the New Year's Eve party tonight?

"What's wrong?"

"I have something I want to say to you."

"Can't we say it now?"

"Not yet."

Ning Yanzhao couldn't understand why she had to say it after the New Year's Eve party, but she still replied, "Okay, then."

"See you backstage at the New Year's Eve gala."

"good."

"Let's hurry back to the classroom, it's too cold outside."

The New Year's Eve party is fast approaching, and everyone can finally relax amidst their busy schedules. Because all the lights except for the stage have been turned off, even the most studious person can't see clearly. Regardless of their interest, everyone has to immerse themselves in the atmosphere of watching the performance.

That's how people are; once they get involved in something, they feel like time flies by.

The performances for all three grades were mostly choral pieces, but there were also solo performances and skits. Overall, the performances lasted several hours and were quite substantial. The party ended around midnight, and everyone went home.

"Yan Zhao, shall we go home together?" Jing Yiran invited Ning Yan Zhao.

"I still have some things to take care of backstage at the event. You can go back now."

"In that case, I'll head back now. Goodnight."

"Okay, goodnight."

Ning Yanzhao went backstage at the gala.

According to the tradition of No. 1 Middle School, the conductor of the chorus needs to wear different costumes, so the conductors have a simple dressing room backstage for the gala. An Nianyu is one of the hosts of the gala, so he can naturally be there as well.

Therefore, when the two met just now, An Nianyu said that they would meet backstage at the party later.

Ning Yanzhao had already arranged to meet An Nianyu after the New Year's Eve party, but when she went backstage, she found that An Nianyu was not there, only a bouquet of flowers lying in a spot she knew.

Was it a gift from An Nianyu?

Ning Yanzhao knew that the flowers were sent by An Nianyu because the packaging of the bouquet had the image of the little person she had seen in the crystal ball last time. So, did An Nianyu suddenly have something to do and leave the flowers here?

Furthermore, Ning Yanzhao clearly remembered that An Nianyu was allergic to pollen, so why would she place such flowers here that could identify him?

In short, Ning Yanzhao has many questions now.

Ning Yanzhao waited and waited, but he never came. She had no choice but to go home first. She didn't think An Nianyu was the kind of person who would break a promise. There might be something fishy about this.

Ning Yanzhao couldn't stay at school forever, so she took out her phone again and sent a message to An Nianyu on QQ, but there was no reply.

"Something must have happened, he hasn't replied to any of the messages I sent earlier." Ning Yanzhao felt inexplicably disappointed, and decided to go home for the time being.

When Ning Yanzhao walked out of the school gate, she didn't expect that her father was waiting for her there.

"Dad, didn't you say I could go back by myself? Why did you come here?"

"How can I leave you alone so late?"

"Okay then, thank you, Dad."

As Ning Yanzhao sat on the back of the motorcycle in a daze as usual, she saw Zhou Luoyin's figure moving quickly at the entrance of a small alley on her way home. What was she doing in such a place?