Chapter 40
As soon as he finished speaking, some people in the class started cheering.
This song is neither rigid nor dull, and it exudes youthfulness. In terms of innovation, it far surpasses the two songs from last year.
The homeroom teacher initially felt embarrassed, but after seeing the intense reaction from everyone, she eventually had to compromise and nodded, allowing the class monitor to write down the song.
As Li Guangheng wrote, he gave a thumbs-up to the people behind him.
After school, Wu Qi waited for me to walk together.
It rained a few days ago, and a few puddles remain on the uneven streets. It seems that dampness is a harbinger of spring.
Looking at the tall and short figures reflected in the water, I couldn't help but turn to the taller one and ask, "Were you deliberately targeting the homeroom teacher today?"
Wu Qi snorted lightly, "Who's targeting whom?"
“We immortals don’t need to argue with mortals. Maybe she’ll turn around and go to the temple of the God of Wealth to offer incense,” I lectured, telling Wu Qi not to be petty. “But you deliberately made her lose face.”
Wu Qi ran a hand through his hair. "That just means she doesn't know me well enough. That poem—"
I said, "You've benefited from Wang Wei's fame; the scene matches you perfectly."
Wu Qi paused for a moment, then said, "Actually, this wasn't the song I was thinking of at the time."
I looked up. "What's that?"
“At that time,” Wu Qi’s gaze fell on my face, his previously disheveled hair revealing his smooth forehead, “I only saw you, and the osmanthus tree outside the window with its tender buds. The blue sky was reflected in the window of the building next door, the sunlight shone in your eyes, and the red ribbon around your neck was a distinct color…”
Just like now.
Wu Qi looked at me, paused, and then continued, "Why need it be light green or deep red? It is naturally the first-class among flowers."
I instantly understood his intention, and my face flushed. I lowered my head.
He spoke so bluntly, he was just afraid I wouldn't understand!
lecher.
“I’ve already restrained myself to this extent,” Wu Qi said calmly. “Do you still think I’m targeting you?”
"..."
I'm not going to say anything more.
I'll never say it again!
Now that things are different, Wu Qi's witty remarks are even more unrestrained. I didn't want to get entangled with him on the same topic any longer, so I asked him, "How do you know this song?"
Wu Qi asked, "《You Were Once a Teenager》?"
I nodded.
Wu Qi said, "I heard it in your headphones back then."
I thought for a long time about what "at that time" meant.
I don't wear headphones most of the time when I'm with Wu Qi, unless we have nothing to say to each other.
Such situations where there's nothing to say are extremely rare. I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out exactly when it happened.
It wasn't until I got home that day, just a second before I went to sleep, that I suddenly realized what had happened.
At that time.
Actually, it was on the high-speed train on the return trip.
We were in an awkward situation at the time, and no one dared to speak. There were many children on the high-speed train, making it very noisy.
I put on my headphones, leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes to rest, and actually fell asleep.
Perhaps I lost my balance and fell onto Wu Qi's shoulder. Anyway, when I woke up, one of the earphones was missing, hanging naturally in front of his chest.
At the time, I only noticed the saliva I had smeared on his collar and didn't even consider that someone had stolen half of the music from his headphones.
It was around that time that Wu Qi caught a glimpse of the song title on my phone and wrote it down.
He laughed at me when he saw I was awake, saying, "Your sleeping posture is so ugly."
I:"……"
However, since then, the awkwardness between us has eased considerably.
Thinking about it this way...
I was reminded of that phrase from back then, "Too small."
Embarrassing moments are actually silently archived, so that you can continue to feel embarrassed when you think about them later.
What bad luck!
I rolled over and insisted on lying in a "spread-eagle" position.
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The class song is not simple; we need to practice it diligently.
The homeroom teacher didn't want to take up everyone's study time, so they had to practice before lunch break and after school.
Within a week, the class began to take shape.
The homeroom teacher worked overtime to come up with ten formations, rehearsed them one by one, and finally selected three out of ten to rotate in the three parts of the song.
Li Guangheng was memorizing formations until he was about to vomit blood. He said to Wu Qi, "I feel like I'm about to become a trainee."
Xu Feng, completely bewildered, shouted from the side, "I want to debut!!!"
The person next to him: "..."
The homeroom teacher also heard the commotion, glanced over, and looked relaxed, clearly not intending to interfere.
She clapped her hands and encouraged everyone, "Let's all give it our all! We'll have a rehearsal tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we'll actually go on stage!"
Upon hearing this, the exhausted and disorganized class slowly returned to the first formation.
I heard the male students behind me carefully noting that they were in the first wave standing here, the second wave standing there, and the third wave spinning around in place and still standing here.
I don't keep track of that; I just keep track of the number.
This is our 25th rehearsal.
By the 37th rehearsal, we had mastered the formation and lyrics and could sing in tune.
The homeroom teacher was very satisfied and would record the video repeatedly. I don't know if he genuinely appreciated our teamwork or was just keeping evidence.
With two hours left before the official start, we were making final preparations in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher said, "I'm going to play the music myself right now. Anyone who plays the 'Strong Army March' song again, I'll make sure to throw a high heel at their head."
Everyone was nervously packing their clothes, but when they heard this, they laughed for a while, which relieved them a lot.
"Alright, boys, go out and check out the competition venue," the homeroom teacher said, waving his hand from the podium. "Girls, stay here."
It would have been better if this hadn't been said, because once it was mentioned, the boys all became curious.
Why did the girl stay?
"What can't we listen to?"
"Teacher, you can't really define my gender..."
"Oh dear, maybe it's something like that!"
"Oh my gosh, I get it!"
...
"You don't know anything! You know everything!" The homeroom teacher, unable to bear their increasingly outrageous behavior any longer, stepped down from the podium and kicked each of them in the butt. "Get out of here right now!"
Simply kicking them out of the classroom wasn't enough. The homeroom teacher stood like a guardian at the stairwell, personally escorting them downstairs, and then said to the reluctant students below, "Anyone caught eavesdropping will have to come to my office for extra PE lessons from now on!"
High school students are the easiest to manipulate. A short sentence was enough to completely intimidate them, and they scurried downstairs without looking back.
The girls in the class couldn't help but laugh while also looking forward to it.
Meng Xiaoqiong guessed that they might be given individual encouragement, and Tian Qingqing said that the class might go on a team-building activity afterward... There were many different opinions, and by the time the homeroom teacher returned, there were at least five different versions of the story.
But no one expected it.
When the homeroom teacher returned to the classroom, she didn't say anything. She pursed her lips as if she was smiling, but actually opened the classroom cabinet and took out a bag of cosmetics that she had hidden in advance.
"Wow--"
Now the girl's thoughts were also understood.
The homeroom teacher took out different shades of lipstick, along with a small bottle of foundation and several different types of blush.
The girls couldn't sit still any longer; they couldn't resist standing up on their tiptoes to look up.
"Alright, you've been putting on makeup a lot at home, haven't you? Don't be so reserved with me here," the homeroom teacher said. "Whoever knows how to do makeup, come up here. Our class of girls are all the face of the class, we can't let them lose to others."
The people around were itching to join in. They looked at each other, and finally, one of the bravest students stood up, and the rest of the class followed suit, albeit sparsely.
The homeroom teacher maintained order simply, smiling as she said, "Remember to wear it in moderation! Don't wear heavy makeup that's immediately noticeable. We're a choir, not going to a haunted house to be little ghosts."
Below, a group of people echoed the sentiment with laughter.
I have little interest in cosmetics.
I rested my chin on my hand and idly twirled the pen a couple of times. The scene of the girls together was beautiful and harmonious, like an oil painting. Looking up at them trying on lipstick colors on their slender wrists was also a lovely sight.
Meng Xiaoqiong is the most carefree. She picked up a popular shade and put it on her lips without even looking in the mirror. The lipstick overflowed, making her look like she had eaten too much chili and her lips were swollen.
She pouted, looked in my direction, and mouthed to me, "Is it...good-looking?"
I replied to her, "Like an idiot."
She gave me the middle finger.
I smiled to myself, then looked up and met my homeroom teacher's gaze.
To be precise, it was the look of surprise and delight at discovering a new continent, like a child suddenly seeing a new toy.
I suddenly felt a chill.
Before I could even have a bad feeling, the next second, the homeroom teacher grabbed a lipstick from the podium and walked straight toward me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked with a smile as she walked up to my desk.
"I'm here, I'm here..."
Before I could finish speaking, she interrupted, "Are you embarrassed? Our Sang Yue is still just a child."
I:"……"
I:"?"
I can't stand the word "small" at all now.
Does this character have any special meaning recently? Please tell me.
"It's okay for kids too." Without noticing my surprise, the homeroom teacher sat on my desk, turned my face around, and opened the cap of my lipstick.
I was still pondering "where exactly is it small" when, in the next second, I was forced to raise my head.
"No... wait, wait a minute..."
I reached out to stop her, but the homeroom teacher just happened to walk around me, and the lipstick fell onto my lips.
Like being electrocuted, I dared not move again.
The homeroom teacher's face was right in front of me.
This is the first time I've observed her so closely.
She probably didn't sleep well last night because she was worried about the class song. You could see the bloodshot in her eyes, and her eye bags were covered by heavy concealer, leaving only a faint arc, more like a silkworm under her eyes.
Although her eyes are lined with wrinkles, it's easy to see her beauty in her youth.
My professional instincts kicked in, and I suddenly became very interested in finding out about her marriage prospects.
The idea was barely out of the question before I killed it.
I've really become a teenager again, actually joining my classmates in being curious about our homeroom teacher's other half. I shouldn't have.
I guiltily looked away, but when I turned my head, I was met with another person's gaze.
Seeing that we hadn't come downstairs for so long, and that no one was replying to our WeChat messages, Wu Qi actually made a reckless decision—to come back.
I don't know how long he stood there, separated by the glass of the back door of the classroom, watching the homeroom teacher apply lipstick to me with a blank expression.
The scene was even a little eerie.
A strange sense of guilt welled up inside me.
Three full seconds later, I suddenly opened my eyes wide and turned in his direction. With a gasp from the homeroom teacher, a long streak of lipstick appeared on my face.
Wu Qi's calm expression was finally disturbed by this gesture; he raised an eyebrow and moved his lips.
He mouthed, "Ready, go, kiss."
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