"Students, I heard that in order to promote traditional opera culture, tonight's evening self-study session will be changed to all students go to the auditorium to watch traditional opera... However..."
The class monitor's voice stopped abruptly, and he raised an eyebrow mysteriously.
Someone threw a crumpled piece of paper at the class monitor, saying, "Class monitor, you're so difficult! Can't you just hurry up and tell us? You're making us wonder."
"What's so interesting about traditional opera? I can't get into it."
"Let's skip the things that Grandpa and Grandma would like."
"Didn't you hear it's about promoting Chinese culture? I think the opera melodies are very pleasant to listen to and have a lot of charm. I want to go. Class monitor! Where do we sign up?"
Seeing that everyone was expressing their opinions, the class monitor took the crumpled paper and slowly finished speaking: "Unfortunately, this event is not open to senior high school students. Classmates, we can only study in the classroom during evening self-study. We are not qualified to watch opera."
As she spoke, a very sad expression appeared on her face, "Classmates, the hellish senior year of high school has begun... Ah! Let the storm rage on!"
A classmate who was interested in opera grabbed the class monitor and blocked his way: "Class monitor, class monitor, they're performing tonight, won't they be rehearsing in the auditorium this afternoon?"
"I think so. I heard it from a junior student. Alright, alright everyone, don't even think about going to watch the show. Focus on your studies. Besides, the juniors have to write a 1,000-word review after watching the opera. Do you still want to go?"
The class monitor poured cold water on reality. Seeing the classmate who had stopped him stunned, he immediately took a roundabout route and returned to his seat through another passageway.
There are still ten minutes until the first class starts.
Cuihua Yue, carrying her schoolbag, carefully shuffled in through the door.
Although she had taught her master before, this time was different. She could speak! Thinking about it made her a little excited, but also more careful.
She was afraid of saying the wrong thing or behaving in a way that didn't suit her, and that she would be misunderstood.
So as soon as Cuihua Yue entered the classroom, she sat obediently in her seat to review her textbook, even though she didn't understand it very well, she was very serious.
The girl sat upright with a straight back and proper posture. She seemed less nonchalant and more reserved.
Yan Chiyu entered the classroom as the bell rang. He glanced at Wu Yue several times during the lesson, and seeing her taking notes and listening attentively, he did not disturb her.
After class, Cuihua Yue's tense nerves immediately relaxed. To avoid her father Yan trying to chat with her, Cuihua Yue simply lay down on the table and pretended to rest, feigning isolation from outside communication.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Yan Chiyu asked with concern, seeing Wu Yue like this for the first time.
Cuihua Yue felt a surge of nervousness. She slowly stammered, "I..."
It's the owner's original voice, that's wonderful.
Thinking of this, Cuihua Yue continued, "I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll take a break during get out of class to rest a bit more."
"Um."
Yan Chiyu leaned back in his chair, playing with a black pen. His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and his skin was fair. Watching him play with the pen was a visual treat.
At this moment, a girl sitting two tables away threw a book to a boy in the row behind her. The book was not thrown where she was aiming, but instead veered off course and landed on top of Cuihua Yue's head.
The boy caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and suddenly leaned forward. He raised his hand and grabbed the book perfectly, the book that was supposed to hit Cuihua Yue on the head.
“Yes…” The female classmate saw this, her eyes widened slightly, and she was about to apologize.
Yan Chiyu squinted and lightly touched his lips with his left index finger, making a "shh" gesture.
The female student immediately fell silent.
Yan Chiyu turned around and caught sight of a boy who looked embarrassed and awkward. He casually tossed the book into the boy's arms, hitting him squarely every time.
A few seconds later, he slowly leaned back, his expression indifferent.
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