performance
The so-called art performance is that all sixteen classes in the grade, excluding Class 2, will have two or more programs per class.
Class 2 also had this in the past.
But one class, in an effort to make their skit more realistic, used real fire in a small sequence. This nearly burned down the school stage. Those students were given serious warnings, and Class 2 was no longer allowed on stage.
I had all the regular classes in the morning, but everyone felt exhausted after finishing them.
"Let's go, let's go eat."
Zhou Yanxu pulled Xu An to leave, and Lin Zhao was standing by the door frame waiting for them.
"Isn't my deskmate going?"
"Oh!" Zhou Yanxu was annoyed.
"Brother Xia, let's go."
A 17-year-old boy always likes to mingle with others, and in just a short period of time, he can figure out what other people are thinking.
"Yeah" Yu Xia was a little surprised.
"How did you guys become so familiar with each other and have such a tacit understanding in just one week?" Yu Xia was a little surprised at how quickly they made friends.
Are you all so familiar?
"Ah? A week?" Lin Zhao was puzzled.
"It's not just one week, Brother Xia. We took classes together for a month during the summer vacation." Zhou Yanxu looked as if he felt sorry for himself.
"What are you saying? You're worried that we won't be able to adjust to the transition from freshman year to sophomore year, and that we have to go to school during the summer vacation?" He looked a bit like an old lady trying to scam people, so pitiful.
"And some of the people in our class are my former classmates."
"Brother Xia, do you understand? This is called having extensive interpersonal relationships, which will help you be more efficient in doing things in the future." Zhou Yanxu does have a lot of interpersonal relationships.
"don't know"
A cold-blooded guy.
"Then how does my deskmate know Liu Hangzhou from Class 2?" Shouldn't good students hang out with those who are good at studying?
"Xiao Zhou Zhou, hahahaha, we used to be in the same class in the first grade of high school."
Suddenly, everyone felt a murderous intent coming from the corridor.
"Just try calling me Xiao Zhou Zhou again."
Zhou Yanxu is confused. Zhou Yanxu is down.
“Ahahahaha…”
The two people mocked each other and joked for a few times, then someone started laughing uncontrollably.
Xu An glanced at his watch, stretched his arms, put his fingers in his hair and combed it back.
"There won't be any food left for you to eat at this hour."
"Ah???" The sounds of collapse from four people.
There should be three people, Yu Xia was just a little surprised.
"What time is it?"
"12:40 Okay,...off to the convenience store again"
Xu An concluded that he had actually wanted to slip away a long time ago.
"Brother An, why didn't you tell me so late earlier?"
"Seeing you two are chatting passionately, how can I interfere with your deep love?" The boy smiled meanly.
There is a convenience store on campus.
It is mainly for the convenience of high school students to buy small stationery such as pen refills, correction tapes and exercise books.
You can buy instant noodles at 7-Eleven. They also sell a variety of other things, like small lunch boxes for lunch.
Yu Xia picked up a bucket of mixed noodles from the shelf and her legs unconsciously wandered to the chocolate aisle.
He pointed his finger at the box of Orion Pie, then left it there without moving, without taking it away.
He was thinking about whether to do it or not.
“I really like chocolate.”
Xu An walked over and almost bumped into Yu Xia.
"What do you care about me?"
Some people are struggling with this, no matter what the tone is.
Finally, Xu An watched Xiao Yu take two boxes of Holly Pie.
The five of them lined up to pay, and after paying, they placed the food directly on the small table on the side of the convenience store.
Yu Xia was lost in thought.
He was wondering if he hadn't brought enough psychiatric medication today. How could he have gone crazy and mistakenly soaked mixed noodles for instant noodles?
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and accepted his fate.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.
"Don't curse." This is Zhou Yanxu
"Did I scold you?"
Xu An glanced at the instant noodle box in his hand.
His body was shaking as he turned his head to the side.
"Stop laughing. If you want to laugh, stay away from me. The table is shaking." Yu Xia compromised.
Xu Anle laughed out loud
"When did these two become so familiar with each other?"
"No." Zhou Yanxu took a look and then answered Lin Zhao.
"Is there a strange wind today?"
The activities in Hengshui were all very well organized. Everyone in the class received a glow stick like the one used in a concert.
"What high-end stuff."
Yu Xia has never been to a concert since she was a child.
His mother wouldn't let him go, and he didn't like it anyway.
"Why are you all colorful and can change color?"
Xu An sat next to him and said something aggrievedly. He didn't know what was going on with that thing, it was just white.
Yu Xia thought about it. When the teacher handed them accommodation forms, his good deskmate had the same problem because there was a folded corner on the edge of the paper.
I don't understand this old man.
"You are also avant-garde in your thinking."
"Oh... Hey? Xiao Yu, why are you still holding a grudge?" Xu An said that when he had avant-garde ideas, it was just the second week of school.
Almost a month had passed, and his deskmate had a really good memory. Xu An simply ignored the fact that he also remembered the definition.
Yu Xia didn't know what Xu An was thinking.
He is also very annoyed.
Ms. Liao Shengnan didn't really want him to participate in such miscellaneous activities. She thought that he could use this time to practice a few more papers and improve his grades.
"Xiao Yu, you're right, right? We don't need to go to this kind of thing. It's better to do a few more papers."
This is what Ms. Liao Shengnan said over the weekend.
Then when it reached the ears of relatives, it became:
Of course, my son Xiao Yu knows that he should not waste time, so he will not participate in such meaningless activities.
Yu Xia didn't understand the significance of Ms. Liao Shengnan's behavior.
"Let me switch with you."
"Huh?" Xu An thought he was hallucinating.
"I say," Yu Xia raised her eyes. "I'll trade with you."
"Damn, no need. I didn't mean that. I was just saying it jokingly." Xu An thought that his deskmate took what he just said seriously.
"No, I probably can't go."
"Why?"
Yu Xia thought about the lyrics for a while, but still didn't know how to say it.
Then just tell the truth.
"My mother won't let me."
"Ah? There is such a cruel mother in the world just for a cultural performance! Oh, please ask your aunt for help." Xu An clasped his hands together with anticipation, and felt stars in his eyes.
Yu Xia pursed her lips out of habit.
"Yeah. Try it."
get out of class was only a few hours away, and Yu Xia really didn't want to deal with what his mother would say then.
"Are you guys going out this week?"
"I have tutoring classes on the weekend..."
“So curly??”
"What the hell? My eldest brother just spoke to my mom the night before yesterday and told her that I was not good at one subject, so she signed me up for school yesterday."
"Eh - you must be very busy, Xu An! Can I go out this weekend?" Zhou Yanxu quickly grabbed Xu An who was about to leave.
Xu An looked at him without saying anything.
Zhou Yanxu slapped his head and said, "Oh, sorry, Brother An, I forgot you have a part-time job on weekends."
Xu An nodded and left first.
Yu Xia's memory was still stuck on what he had just said. He was a little slow to ask, "Why does he want to work part-time?"
Zhou Yanxu was in a hurry to buy mung bean porridge from the old man at the school gate, and replied casually.
"His mother will forget to send him money."
There will be a cultural performance next Wednesday.
Finally, during dinner on Sunday night, Yu Xia caught up on the last minute of this weekend.
He put down his chopsticks, and the ceramic clinked against the tabletop with a resounding sound, abrupt and inconspicuous in the silence. The last shimmer of daylight outside the window was swallowed up by the darkness, and the living room light shone down brightly, like a silent trial.
"mom"
Ms. Liao Shengnan raised her head.
"What's the matter, Xiao Yu?"
"I want to go to the cultural performance and don't want to take a leave."
Ms. Liao Shengnan's expression shifted slightly. Normally, her son wouldn't be so tactless as to bring something up after she'd clearly refused.
"No. Why don't you use this time to finish a few papers? There are so many homeworks to do. Do you have time to rest? What else can you do besides thinking about playing and eating all day?" Ms. Liao Shengnan grumbled.
"I promise that I will get first place in this monthly exam, okay? First place in the whole grade." Yu Xia sat upright.
He thought about an excuse for a long time and felt that the only excuse that could satisfy that person was probably to talk about grades.
The difference in total scores between him and Xu An in these exams and quizzes remained stable at 1 to 5 points.
Just in case I can catch up.
Ms. Liao Shengnan pondered this sentence for a long time.
During physics class, a sticky note suddenly appeared on Xu An's desk. He was still fiddling with something in his drawer, just like in their first class together.
Xu An was secretly glancing at the physics teacher's face, drawing lines on the paper with a pencil.
: My mother agreed
: You really agree?! What excuse do you use?
Yu Xia was thinking about whether to write it down. Would it be like a challenge?
: I will be the first in the grade next time, don't worry about it
But it doesn’t feel good not to reply.
: Want to catch up with me? You can try
: Just kidding, chasing you is not easy
Xu An looked at the last line and smiled again. He threw the note away carelessly and said, "Xiao Yu, you are so arrogant."
"Do you dare to compete?"
Xu An turned his head and looked at him for a while.
"What will your mother do if you're not number one in the grade? The art performance comes before the monthly exam."
Yu Xia glanced at the old physicist with a pale face.
“Then I probably won’t be able to participate in any activities in the future.”
Anyway, he had never participated in one before. This arts and cultural membership in his second year of high school was his first time participating in a group activity.
Xu An's smile had not yet faded, he put his hand in the drawer and closed the painting book.
"Okay, Bibi."
"Hey, don't take it, let me take a look."
Yu Xia leaned her head over.
Xu An's paintings are beautiful. He didn't learn much, but he liked to draw secretly in class when he was in junior high school. He became more open about it in high school and could finish four or five sketchbooks in one semester.
I had secretly drawn small cartoons before, which were used by classmates for publicity. Then the teacher found out and reported it to my parents.
Yu Xia glanced at the drawing in his sketchbook.
“It looks very nice.”
Xu An would sometimes hold up the sketchbook and show it to his classmates, asking them to guess which mythical beast was in the picture.
If Yu Xia was also drawn like this, he would not be so active even if he had 100 courage.
Xu An drew a picture of their physics teacher, and Yu Xia's "very pretty" comment was simply because he couldn't find another word to praise him. To say it was pretty was simply ugly and distorted.
It’s not pretty, but it’s very realistic.
Of course, the physics teacher's unique appearance often appeared in Xu An's sketchbook.
The physics teacher's heavy voice echoed from the podium to the last row. "Those two at the back, it's time for a whole class!"
He pushed his glasses open and saw the face clearly.
"Xu An, you are really good at leading new students astray." There was a burst of laughter from the audience below the podium.
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Who is praising you?" The physics teacher already regretted talking to this talkative person.
Xu An's surname is Xu and his given name is An, so how can he not be quiet?
Yu Xia laughed along.
He thought it was a bad thing that Ms. Liao Shengnan agreed to let him go to the art performance this time.
Although I don't know what's going on in his mind, knowing that being the first in the grade means he has a certain degree of competitiveness, he actually used this excuse to choose a place where he doesn't care whether he goes or not.
You're really asking for trouble.
However, the future is unknown.
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