Chapter 38 038 Classmate, do you have a guzheng? (I)

Chen Zhao is not that curious about Ren Wanxuan now.

"Okay, let's go."

Ever since the head teacher talked about the white peony the day before yesterday, he has been very silent these two days, and his communication with Ren Wanxuan has become much less.

Ren Wanxuan did not mention the long sword.

She nodded, and went upstairs with Chen Zhao.

The school leaders all got up very early today.

They arrived at school at six o'clock for a morning meeting.

In the school, security guards can be seen all the way, striving to ensure that every detail is correct.

When Chen Zhao and Ren Wanxuan arrived at the principal's office, several big leaders were wearing formal suits and discussing something seriously.

Seeing the two people coming in, the principal smiled at Ren Wanxuan, "Student Ren, you are here? How is your calligraphy practice going recently?"

As he said that, he made way for her and showed her the pens, ink, paper and inkstone placed behind him, "First, take a look at these to see if they are easy to use."

When the old man arrived, Ren Wanxuan still needed to show them.

Several other leaders greeted the two students kindly.

When Ren Wanxuan was trying to use the wolf hair brush, someone leaned gently beside the principal and lowered his voice, "Where are Ning Xiao and Bai Xi?"

To welcome the old man Chen, they must show their best side of No. 1 Middle School.

Chen Zhe and Ren Wanxuan are both people with good character and appearance in the school.

Ning Xiao has always been a genius on par with Chen Zhe, and Bai Xi has emerged as a new force. The teachers in the school have heard of them recently.

"Both of them are busy." The principal sighed.

Several leaders were confused, "Didn't you explain it clearly to them? This opportunity is so rare, to meet Master Chen, it's my first time to meet him in person, and they really refused?"

They didn't think that someone would give up this opportunity. What if others didn't rush to meet him?

Why didn't they explain it clearly? The principal smiled helplessly.

Others might not believe it when he said it.

But Ning Xiao always ignored them, like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail.

Bai Shen could be found, but she refused in a dignified manner.

Lu Lingxi was even more direct, calling him directly to ask him not to disturb the study of the baby students in their class with such trivial matters.

What do you think he can do?

**

Here, Jiang Fuli temporarily canceled his trip to the laboratory and came to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School with Jiang He. When

Director Chen received the news from Jiang Fuli, he got up and rushed to his residence.

At this time, he was respectfully handing a ticket to Jiang Fuli, bending down to ask, "Are you really not going with me? I'll ask the school to arrange a seat for you alone, where it's quiet and undisturbed."

Director Chen couldn't imagine Jiang Fuli's cold face with a group of students in the audience.

He himself didn't need a ticket, and the school was very surprised when they knew he wanted a ticket.

Director Chen was helpless. Could he control Master Jiang?

Jiang Fuli hooked his white fingers around the black mask and put on a black duck cap, his expression stern: "No need."

He glanced at Jiang He, as noble and indifferent as ever.

His pale eyes were emotionless.

Jiang He climbed into the car.

Director Chen didn't dare to look around, he stood there, respectfully waiting for the car to drive away, then he dared to look up, took a deep breath, and asked the servant beside him: "What's wrong with Young Master Jiang today?"

How could he be so scary? He didn't dare to look at Jiang Fuli from beginning to end.

Bai Di wanted to wait for Ji Heng to come together.

Let Lu Xiaohan pick up Jiang He first.

Ning Xiao and Lu Xiaohan were waiting for Jiang He at the school gate. The black car stopped and Lu Xiaohan raised her hand. Just as she was about to call "little bird brother", she saw a tall black figure getting out of the car.

The other person lowered his head slightly and wore a black duckbill cap.

Although she didn't see his face, Lu Xiaohan couldn't say "little bird brother" at all.

The alarm bells in her brain at this moment made her forget that Ning Xiao was known as "keep away from strangers" in the school. She quickly turned her head and stretched out her hand to nervously grab Ning Xiao's arm.

"Study...study god..."

Then she found out that

Ning Xiao, who had been standing beside her with one hand in his pocket and looking gloomy, suddenly pulled his hand out, and his hands hung at the seam of his pants. His posture suddenly became stiff.

Lu Xiaohan: “…?”

“Student Bai hasn’t arrived yet,” Ning Xiao led the way for the two of them, the cold and gloomy academic god acting as a guide, “I’ll take you to see the auditorium viewing area first.”

“Thank you.” Jiang Fuli said.

With Jiang Fuli here today, Ming Dongheng didn’t protect Jiang He personally.

The group entered the school gate.

Jiang Fuli’s reserved and aloof demeanor, especially today when the low pressure could be felt even two meters away, the guard standing at the door recognized him instantly. He

bowed respectfully to them from a distance.

Jiang He wore a white shirt and black overalls, and tried to keep up with Jiang Fuli.

The two, one big and one small, attracted countless eyes on the road.

At the entrance of the auditorium, someone from the student union was checking tickets. He wanted to say hello to Lu Xiaohan with a smile, but when he saw the person in front of him, he quickly stopped talking.

When they got inside the auditorium, Lu Xiaohan didn't dare to follow Ning Xiao in.

Only after she saw Ning Xiao and Jiang Fuli walk in did she relax.

"Who is that?" The person from the student union dared to speak. He was a little sure: "It must be an important person that the principal wants to invite."

The principal asked why they didn't come.

Lu Xiaohan was waiting for Bai Di at the entrance.

The time was short.

The school celebration started at 8 o'clock. At 7:40, Bai Di arrived with Ji Heng.

As soon as she appeared in the sight, she caught everyone's attention.

Bai Shi was wearing an off-white double-breasted top today. The beige collar was embroidered with green vines. The lower skirt was a gradient of light green and off-white, and the hem was embroidered with lifelike clusters of poppies in various colors.

Ji Heng knew she had a performance, so he specially added a six-meter long silk gauze skirt for her, which was both fairy-like and beautiful.

On her head, she still wore a loosely tied plain wooden hairpin.

There were no extra hair accessories.

With her back to the morning sun, she walked over step by step, with her skirt lightly fluttering, as if she was an elegant white tiger walking out slowly from the mountains of corpses, stepping on blood.

There was no beauty in the world as charming as her.

Most of the people passing by stopped.

Lu Xiaohan suddenly remembered the phrase "Don't mess with the peach and plum flowers in the world.

" "Lu Xiaohan?" Bai Zhu tapped her phone slowly, and when she saw that Lu Xiaohan couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, she raised her eyebrows.

"Ah," Lu Xiaohan's face suddenly turned red, and she greeted Ji Heng in a low voice: "Hello, Grandpa, I'm Lu Xiaohan."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Bai Ti's grandfather.

Grandpa was wearing a black gown, with a serious face, holding a pipe in his hand, but the bag hanging on it was empty of tobacco.

Lu Xiaohan took Bai Ti and Ji Heng in.

There were many people in the auditorium today, and most of the students had no seats. They stood in a large open space at the back. There were several rows of seats in front, which were for teachers, school leaders and some members of the student union.

Ji Heng was older, so the student union arranged a seat for him at the back.

Class 15 gathered in a place at the back and stood.

When Bai Xi walked over, she saw Jiang Fuli standing out from the crowd. Although the auditorium was packed, he had created a distance of three people around him.

Only Jiang He, who was afraid of noise, stayed close to Jiang Fuli.

"Ah, Teacher Jiang, do you want to go backstage and wait?" Bai Xi paused with one hand.

She was wearing a very ancient-style dress to match her sword dance today, but she was holding a Huami mobile phone lazily in her hand.

When the corners of her lips were slightly raised, it always made people feel a foggy feeling of the collision of ancient and modern times. Looking

at flowers in the fog, it was both naughty and elegant.

Jiang Fuli slightly pushed down his duckbill cap and looked down at her. He suppressed his irritability and pursed his lips: "No need."

Jiang He, this kid, didn't even know which program Bai Xi was scheduled in.

Jiang Fuli's expression became even colder.

**

Principal's office.

Ren Wanxuan put down her pen and showed Director Chen the poem she had copied earlier.

Director Chen glanced at it and saw the line "青纓入廟堂".

At the auction, Ren Wanxuan took a photo. Although she couldn't take a photo of the original, she would copy the original every day.

She copied about one tenth or one twelve percent of its shape.

The principal and Chen both watched carefully. Everyone present had studied Liang style seriously. Even the principal couldn't help but praise him, "Student Ren is only seventeen years old, and he can write so beautifully."

The compliments were heard.

Director Chen's expression was somewhat calm. In the past, he would have the same expression as the principal when he saw such words and the other party's young age.

But——

the original work that was auctioned off is in Jiang Fuli's collection room.

Director Chen has been there to watch it many times, and even watched it with his grandfather through video!

Even Liang Zewen, a humble gentleman and the emperor's teacher of all ages, was reluctant to part with it and would rather "steal" to steal the words that were about to be burned.

This shows the extraordinary quality of the calligraphy.

He has been spoiled by exquisite works these two days, and now when he sees Ren Wanxuan's calligraphy, he feels that eating is like chewing wax.

Director Chen put his hands behind his back and slowly commented: "The shape of the characters is good, but it lacks some style. You need to work harder on your wrist strength. However, girls are born with little wrist strength, so it's already very good to write like this."

Ren Wanxuan, who thought she would be praised, was a little surprised.

She paused for

a moment before lowering her head, "Wanxuan understands, thank you Master Chen for your advice." Ren Wanxuan grew up in an environment where she was pampered. She worked hard enough and was smart enough.

At her age, she could write such characters. Even the teacher said that young people are formidable and will inevitably be arrogant. Leaders of all sizes in the school praised her a lot.

It was hard to accept Director Chen's evaluation.

Director Chen could naturally see that Ren Wanxuan was a little dissatisfied with his evaluation.

He just smiled. It was undeniable that at the age of seventeen, Ren Wanxuan's characters were indeed far better than those of her peers.

But the calligraphy collected by Jiang Fuli there -

when their ancestor Bai Xiangjun wrote it, he was only fifteen years old!

Not to mention that she wrote a lot of poems at the age of fifteen, just the calligraphy alone, Ren Wanxuan may not be able to learn that kind of style even if she studies for another ten years.

To the Bai family, the Chen family is like the fanatical brainless fans. You can write well, but if you want to compare with the Bai family, I'm sorry, you can't even compare with their ancestors even if you drive a rocket!

Not to mention comparing with the ancestors, even Jiang Jing's Xu Yajun writes better than Ren Wanxuan.

Director Chen didn't show that much surprise.

The school naturally found out, they were shocked, and hurriedly took Director Chen to watch the school celebration.

Director Chen was excited and wanted to see the current students in Xiangcheng.

The group went to the auditorium.

When they arrived, it was already 7:55.

The principal led a group of people in.

The student union members who were checking tickets at the door saw the principal following a middle-aged man closely, and they couldn't help but open their mouths.

Wasn't that person the distinguished guest invited by the principal?

The seats in the first row of the auditorium are reserved for school leaders.

Director Chen walked inside while observing the crowd quietly. He knew that Jiang Fuli was also there today.

Finally, he saw someone standing in the crowd in a corner of the auditorium, and Director Chen was startled. Is he

really here?

Isn't he busy?

"Mr. Chen?" The principal was a little stunned.

Director Chen quickly retracted his gaze, "Nothing."

He was thoughtful, could it be that Miss Bai had a performance?

**

Every class was very serious in the school anniversary show.

None of the school leaders sitting in the first row left, especially the one sitting in the middle.

In order to protect the big shot, there was a bodyguard almost every ten meters, and the tense atmosphere spread throughout the auditorium.

At eleven o'clock, it was almost over.

The last few people who were waiting to perform went backstage to prepare, and Lu Xiaohan and the entertainment committee member accompanied Bai Di.

"Don't be nervous..." Lu Xiaohan calmed his heartbeat and comforted Bai Di.

When he looked up, he saw Bai Di walking and reciting words seriously.

Her last word "Zhang" was swallowed into his stomach.

Okay, big boss, there is no need to be nervous.

Bai Di brought her own clothes and did not need to change clothes.

"Miss, help us put on some makeup!" Lu Xiaohan pushed Bai Shi to the makeup lady.

The makeup lady in the backstage held a powder puff and stared at Bai Shi's face.

After a while, she asked Lu Xiaohan quietly: "You don't want me to use the powder puff on your beautiful face as a joke, do you?" Lu

Xiaohan was too nervous: "..."

She calmed down and told herself not to be so nervous.

The entertainment committee member went to get the long sword.

At this time, the entertainment committee member ran in from outside, looked at Lu Xiaohan with a pale face, and her voice couldn't stop shaking: "Xiaohan, where is the long sword?"

Lu Xiaohan's heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly hung in the air!

She pushed through the crowd and ran into the utility room.

As expected, the long sword was not seen here.

Everyone in the backstage knew how important today was, and the students from the student union began to look for her.

The commotion was not small, and someone from Class 15 soon found out.

In the crowd, Zhang Shize received the news, his face changed, and he hurried to the backstage.

**

Backstage.

Almost everyone was there.

Zhang Shize grabbed the collar of the guy from Class 8: "Didn't you say you would tell Chen Zhuo for me?"

The people from Class 8 were also surprised.

He consciously looked at Ren Wanxuan who was putting on makeup in his peripheral vision, and realized that the other party had not told Chen Zhuo at all.

"I, I didn't find Chen Zhuo..." He didn't dare to offend Ren Wanxuan.

"You--"

Bai Shi turned off her phone as soon as she came in from Zhang Shize, leaned slightly against the wall, and squinted at the boy from Class 8.

"So the long sword is not in the school at all?" Lu Xiaohan, who was still looking for the long sword, almost fainted after hearing this, "Blame me, blame me, I should have taken it myself..."

"Blame me!" Zhang Shize punched the wall hard.

The backstage was in chaos. The students could not handle such a large basket, and soon someone went to invite a school leader in the audience.

He came in with a sullen face in a suit, "What are you doing? What are you doing? The school celebration is not over yet, look at what a mess it is?"

Only Ren Wanxuan sat on the rest chair and lowered her head to take out her dress.

"What's going on? Someone come and tell me."

The people in the backstage stood, looking at each other, and no one dared to speak.

The school leader looked around and finally set his eyes on Ren Wanxuan. He calmed down a little, "Student Ren, what happened?" "

The long sword prop of the 15th class is missing." Ren Wanxuan looked at her phone without raising her head.

The next show will be the 15th class.

The principal personally watched over the school celebration this time. All the school leaders did not dare to relax. A group of security guards were hired today to avoid any mistakes in the school celebration.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the props of the 15th class disappeared.

The school leader's face instantly became gloomy.

"Chen Wei took it away." Zhang Shize frowned and explained.

"So what?" The school leader scolded him, "Don't you have a record? You can't even handle such a small matter as the school anniversary? Tell me, what can you do in the future?!"

The school leader knew who Chen Wei was. Although he was angry, he couldn't afford to offend Chen Wei.

He could only vent his anger on Class 15 and the Student Union.

"How is the program arranged?" The school leader said with a dark face.

"The next program is Class 15, and it's too late to get it now," the student union president also hurried over and explained to the school leader. He glanced at the people on the scene and explained, "For the last two programs, after Class 15's long sword performance, it was Ren's piano performance."

The atmosphere was cold.

The previous program was a pop song.

The reception in the backstage was not good, but the song could be faintly heard, and it was almost over. There were only two programs left

, and it was too late to find Changjian now.