Chapter 29 029 You call this normal?

The head of the Arts Department immediately pinched Lu Xiaohan’s arm and used his eyes to convey to Lu Xiaohan——

【So cool! 】

【I’m fallen! 】

Lu Xiaohan smiled and told her to keep her composure, and then took Bai Di to the backstage.

The senior transfer student was very famous in the school.

After watching the piano performance, several people from the student union heard that she was coming, and they all came to the backstage to peek at her.

Bai Di took off her school uniform jacket, leaving only a white T-shirt embroidered with ink-colored white cranes. She held the long sword customized by Lu Xiaohan and looked it up and down.

The long sword had a black outer body with golden patterns, was half her height, and weighed more than a pound.

Lu Xiaohan was afraid that the long sword was too heavy to wield, but Bai Shi lifted it with ease.

It was as if she was not holding a one-pound iron sword, but a feather.

Bai Shi looked at it for a while, then pulled it out.

The long sword was not sharpened, but a cold light flashed, and her dark pupils reflected the sword light.

Bai Shi held the hilt with one hand and the scabbard with the other hand. Her black hair was tied behind her head. She held the cold sword, like a swordsman in white clothes walking the rivers and lakes with a sword.

The overwhelming aura on her body naturally emanated from the long sword. She slowly put the long sword back into the scabbard and turned sideways: "Is it my turn?"

"Go up from here," several members of the student union came to their senses and pointed to the place where they went on stage, "The piano has been moved down."

When Bai Xi lifted the curtain and went on stage from the backstage, several people rushed out.

Go to the stage to watch the transfer student's performance up close.

In the corridor outside, the president of the student union and the director of the external relations department were seeing Ren Wanxuan out.

"Why are you backstage?" The president looked at them.

Ren Wanxuan's piano performance had been on TV and won awards. Everyone in the school wanted to see it, but they rarely got to see her perform. This time, because the sponsor who had been supporting Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School had come, the school specially invited Ren Wanxuan to perform.

Everyone in the student union knew that people in the forum had been looking forward to it for a long time before rehearsal.

They all came to see Ren Wanxuan.

"We just came back after watching," Lu Xiaohan and the others left first. The head of the Arts Department stayed behind and explained to the president, "Bai Shi is going to perform, and we're just in time to go out and watch."

"A new student?" The president was naturally familiar with the name Bai Shi, "Then I'll go and watch it later."

"Okay," the head of the Arts Department waved his hand, "Then remember to applaud when the time comes, the new student's performance is not that professional."

After they left, Ren Wanxuan looked at the president, "Bai Shi?"

"The transfer student," the president didn't look at the performance list carefully, but took a look at it at this time, "I didn't expect her to participate in the performance, it's sword dance, but I heard she's not professional."

Ren Wanxuan looked at the long performance list.

She was the last one in line, which was specially arranged by the school to retain the audience.

The third from the last was Bai Shi's performance.

Ren Wanxuan casually retracted her gaze, "Doesn't the second-to-last program overlap with mine? Let's switch it with the previous one."

Students like to form small groups.

Ren Wanxuan and her group either come from wealthy or powerful families. Their families can handle anything for them, and they are used to focusing on them.

The Ren family even donated a cafeteria just for Ren Wanxuan.

If she blends in with ordinary students, the class conflicts will become obvious over time.

The less ordinary students dare to provoke them, the more arrogant and proud these people will become.

The president looked down at the performance list.

The second-to-last program is a pop music duet, which does not overlap with the piano, but he will definitely not give Ren Wanxuan face.

"Okay." He swapped the second-to-last program with the third-to-last.

**

Outside, on the stage.

After watching Ren Wanxuan's performance, a bunch of boys got up lazily, teasing each other and preparing to go back to class.

"How was it? Did you record the screen?"

"I did, but it can't be posted on the forum, so I'll show it to you secretly when I get back..."

The school celebration hasn't started yet, so the rehearsal can't be shared with others.

Until the stage lights up again.

"What performance?" Someone asked as he left the auditorium.

"Bai Shi, I heard it's sword dance," Wang Yu got the news from the Arts Department, holding the phone and said, "Just now, the Arts Department said to give the new student some face and let us support her."

"That's normal, she's so pretty, but she can't do everything," a boy laughed, "The group of people in Class 8 can do everything, which makes me doubt myself all the time. I stayed to support her."

"Then you guys are almost there," some students hurried back to class, "I'll watch the new student's performance on the school anniversary."

Many people left, after all, most of them came for Ren Wanxuan.

A small number of people stayed and looked up at the stage.

This time, no one secretly took a mobile phone to take pictures.

In the middle of the stage, Bai Xi was wearing blue school uniform pants and a white shirt. She held a long sword in her right hand with the tip of the sword turned outward. She lowered her eyes and stood tall. Even before the performance started, one could feel her overwhelming aura.

The talking in the audience gradually stopped.

"Dong Dong--"

the rhythmic sound of drums rang out.

She suddenly raised her head, opened her dark eyes, and raised her right arm.

As the sound of the guzheng and flute joined in, she rotated her arm outward and drew two vertical circles from left to right with the blade of the sword. After the short sound of the guzheng ended, she pointed the sword on her wrist diagonally to the ground!

The sound of the guzheng, the sound of spring water, and the clear and melodious sound of the other flute gradually mixed in, and the sound of the drums joined in again.

Bai Shi flipped over in the air, and the whole person soared into the air. The sword in her hand left her fingers for a moment and flew around her wrist. When she landed, she held it again!

The drum sound gradually became louder.

She walked in a vertical circle with her hands, and turned over in a straight line with her feet. At the same time, she held the sword flower with her right hand and turned nearly twenty times!

The sword tore through the sky, like a flying dragon, and the cold light suddenly appeared.

She never touched the dust, and her figure was as light as a cloud.

Bai Shi's eyes followed the blade of her sword, and the pure music followed her sword to the end. She leaned back, turned the sword in her right hand and slashed it across her chest, and then turned over in an instant to put the sword away!

"Boom--"

the drumbeat stopped abruptly!

She placed the sword in front of her chest, and slowly raised her head with the sword, revealing her dark and cold eyes!

The lights on the stage were fixed on her, just like the shaking thunder suddenly stopped, and the turbulent sea surface suddenly returned to calm.

Bai Shi still stood in the middle of the stage, but without the cold sword shadow, her figure was outstanding, as if she was standing on the top of a snowy mountain.

The whole auditorium was silent.

Until Bai Zhu took the sword, opened the black curtain and returned to the backstage, the silent auditorium was like a calm frying pan with a drop of water in it, exploding into a ball.

"Ah, Lu Xiaohan," the Minister of Arts and Literature on the left side of the stage almost strangled her neck, "You call this unprofessional? If this is unprofessional, what is professional? It's all your fault, I didn't record the screen!"

A girl from the art class next to her whispered, "Not to mention the sword flowers and sword-pointing and sword-breaking movements she made... just that series of somersaults, no one in our art class can do it so smoothly..."

Lu Xiaohan, who was about to be strangled to death: "..."

Offstage, in the seats.

A group of teenagers couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, "Wang Yu, did you record the screen, didn't you?"

Someone tried to grab Wang Yu's phone.

Wang Yu, whose phone was stolen: "..."

"I realized it later and only recorded the last twenty seconds. Take it easy and don't delete it by mistake..."

A group of teenagers opened the video in a hurry.

Not close to the stage, zooming in on the video, they could see the outline of Bai Shi.

White shirt, blue pants, blurry red straps on the wrists, a white spotlight on her head, and the girl's hibiscus color that can be seen even through a long-distance camera .

Bright and impactful.

The sword is like frost and snow, this kind of wild and immortal feeling is simply amazing!

**

Backstage, no one.

Bai Shi took his coat, and Lu Xiaohan and others came in.

"Put our swords away." Lu Xiaohan handed the sword to the logistics staff solemnly.

The logistics staff still had their eyes on Bai Shi. They took the sword and said, "Don't worry."

The student union wanted to interview Bai Shi more and even wanted to do an interview with her for the school newspaper, but Bai Shi was in a hurry to go back to do her homework and didn't stay for long.

After leaving the auditorium , Lu

Xiaohan looked at Bai Shi quietly.

Bai Shi took the vocabulary book and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Go ahead."

"Didn't you say you are good at long swords?"

"Yes." Bai Shi was stunned.

The Bai family is good at long spears and horse-turning arrows, and so is she.

She is proficient in all the six arts except "ritual", and she is slightly better in the eight arts of piano, calligraphy, poetry, wine and tea.

As for the long sword, she only learned a few tricks.

It's okay to do a sword dance casually, but if she really wants to fight, the long spear is more suitable for her.

Lu Xiaohan noticed that Bai Di really thought she was average, and she was not being modest.

"No, you call this average?" Lu Xiaohan recalled what the art student had said. What kind of environment did the new classmate grow up in?

Bai Di nodded: "What else?"

Lu Xiaohan: "..."

If this is average, then how can others survive?

Bai Di's phone vibrated. She took it out and saw that it was a courier message telling her that it had been delivered to the school.

She put the phone back in her pocket, thinking of picking it up in the evening.

As soon as Lu Xiaohan returned to the classroom, others surrounded her instantly.

In order to prevent Bai Di from being nervous, the entertainment committee member did not follow.

"How was the rehearsal?" she asked nervously.

Lu Xiaohan took out the book and slammed the table hard, "Damn! There's no screen recording! I can only say... it's your loss if you don't see it."

"You'll know what shock is if you see it with your own eyes."

After the last minister, Lu Xiaohan was choked by someone again. It would

have been fine if she didn't say anything, but once she did, the others wanted to slap her.

"Are you taking the standard answer?" After the fight, the entertainment committee member breathed a sigh of relief. She watched Lu Xiaohan take a Chinese answer sheet and copy it.

The neat handwriting on it looked like the standard answer.

"This," Lu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Shi's Chinese answer sheet, "I'll use Bai Shi's answer sheet to copy."

"Wait," the cultural and entertainment committee member pointed at the poem fill-in-the-blank in disbelief, "She can write this for the elective extracurricular reading?"

Lu Xiaohan had only focused on Bai Shi's composition before, and didn't notice that her previous basic score was 90 out of 10.

Hearing this, he subconsciously lowered his head.

There was a very unpopular question in this Chinese poem fill-in-the-blank.

[16. In Bai Xiangjun's "Joining the Army" (Part 2), the two sentences "——, ——" expressed her heroic spirit and aspirations, and at the same time triggered various interpretations of her by later readers. ]

Lu Lingxi hadn't talked about this question yet, and they hadn't learned this poem.

But Bai Shi had a sentence written neatly on her answer sheet -

"Just got on the chariot and cried bloody swords, drank wine and looked up at the moon in the sky."

Lu Xiaohan subconsciously looked back at Bai Shi, who was lowering her eyes and carefully solving an ellipse problem.

So she explained to Bai Shi with difficulty: "Student Bai used to study literature, so what he learned might be different from what we learned... maybe."

Lu Xiaohan added the word "maybe" almost guiltily.

People in Xiangcheng are familiar with Bai Xiangjun's poems. Most of the exams at Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School are based on her poems. Even a student like Zhang Shize who just wants to get by will not make mistakes.

But compared with her other poems, this sentence today is really too unpopular.

It's really strange that Bai Shi can write it.

**

The last week of the training class.

Most of the students knew that 90% of the two places would go to Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhe.

But they didn't give up and studied very hard.

The head teacher of Class 8 handed out today's test papers and finally stopped at Tang Ming. "From today on, the difficulty of the questions will soar again. Everyone has a chance. I hope everyone will not give up."

Tang Ming, Ning Xiao and Bai Shi did not do the questions immediately. Ning Xiao took out the physics textbook of Jiangjing University and flipped through it casually.

He asked Tang Ming: "When are you going to read it?"

Tang Ming reviewed the last analysis without raising his head: "Let's talk about it later. There is no time now."

After the head teacher of Class 8 left.

Most of the students couldn't help but look at them, especially Tang Ming's words.

Chen changed the topic by talking to a familiar classmate and asked Ren Wanxuan, "Did both of you get more than 290 in comprehensive science?"

"Yeah, the questions weren't that hard this time." Ren Wanxuan looked away.

"That's amazing," the other person sighed, "I got 277, but only 104 in physics. There were a few questions that looked like the training questions, but I didn't get them right."

Ren Wanxuan was used to being stared at and praised by others, so she didn't care.

As several people were talking, someone suddenly looked at Bai Xi, "Hey, how did you guys think the new classmate did?" As soon as

this sentence came out, everyone was curious.

After all, Bai Xi had been named by the principal.

She was forced not to study literature.

"She should be pretty good. Have you forgotten that she was specially recruited?" someone asked mysteriously, "and I also saw someone on the forum saying that the new student's performance was amazing."

"Really?"

All around were people discussing Bai Shi.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and slowly put her things into her schoolbag with a sarcastic expression.

Performance?

What major?

Only her face is worth looking at.

"Ning Xiao's comprehensive score is 296," they had done all the physics questions in the training class this time, and the only ones they were weak in were chemistry and biology. Chen Zhe was also very curious about the new student's score: "I wonder how much Bai Shi is."

Chen Zhe's comprehensive score was 297 this time, and Ren Wanxuan's was exactly 290.

Ren Wanxuan zipped up her zipper, glanced at them, and said casually: "You mean the new classmate? She scored 110 in comprehensive science and 450 in total."

Today is weird.

Some people actually say that going to bed at 12 o'clock at night is called staying up late? Don't be too ridiculous! !

Oh, good night .