Chapter 23 Yes-Man
The people in the class began to discuss countermeasures.
Zhang Tu, the student life committee member, said, "At the last art festival, our class chorus took last place..."
"The PE class is ranked last," Liu Ya added, pushing up her glasses. "But I wonder if they'll hire outside players. I heard that You Xinrui from Class 6 likes Qi Ke."
You Xinrui is very good at dancing, and every time she performs on stage, her class always takes first place in the art festival.
"How can you be sure that You Xinrui will help? Their class won't get a ranking?" Zhou Yu asked.
Liu Ya looked at him calmly and shook her head, "You really underestimate the power of love."
"Why."
"Why."
"Why."
The originally majestic momentum instantly turned into a pile of loose sand.
I'm not sure if there are any spies from the physical education class around here, but I can't let others laugh at me.
Back in the classroom, the class spontaneously discussed plans. Some suggested a skit, others a chorus, and even someone had the wild idea of an acrobatic performance.
"Quiet!" Zhou Yu knocked on the podium. "Let's do a count first. Students in the class who have artistic talents, please raise your hands."
A few hands were raised.
good.
Zhang Tu, right? You learned saxophone before. How old were you? Six. How many years did you study? One year.
…Okay. Next.
Liao Yuanjie? What do you want to perform? Sing? Come sing one.
...Okay. Go down first.
Qiao Yang raised his hand too? Come on, tell me, what are your specialties?
What? You said that since Qi Ke can use her beauty to recruit foreign aid, why can't Kan Zhao?
Oh, yeah, it's not that I can't... Uh, what's the point? Is our Kan Zhao that kind of person?
…
When Wang Hong came in, the class was still screening candidates for the competition.
Wang Hong retracted his foot that had stepped into the classroom threshold and glanced at the wall next to him. Yes, it was Class 2 (1) of Senior High School.
"So positive?"
Zhou Yu was so excited that he didn't hear the bell. When he heard Wang Hong's voice, he turned to look at him, then looked away, scratched his head, and walked down from the stage to his seat.
This class meeting.
Wang Hong had originally wanted to discuss next month's cultural performance. He had previously thought that, given the behavior of the students in his class, he'd initially planned to randomly draw lots, but now it seemed that wasn't necessary.
"How's the negotiation going? Has anyone chosen one?"
Zhou Yu shook his head. Although there were still a few whose levels had not been tested, judging by the previous ones, there was simply no chance of winning.
"Okay."
Wang Hong didn't count on Zhou Yu to begin with, so he asked the crowd, "Is anyone else signing up now?"
The rest of the group looked at each other in bewilderment. It wasn't that they didn't want to go, nor that they didn't have other specialties. It was just that they were running into You Xinrui, the perennial number one. Wasn't that like hitting a rock with an egg?
They all suddenly had the idea: why not find an outsider? But there was no one in South China who could compare to You Xinrui, so they could only call in someone from another school.
But they are also worried that people from other schools cannot enter their school because the security guards are very strict.
Lin Qingxu raised his hand and said, "Teacher, I want to sign up."
Wang Hong adjusted his glasses and suddenly thought, "I remember Lin Qingxu seemed to be at the tenth level in piano, right?"
*
Lin Qingxu is on duty on Thursday night.
It just so happened that Kan Zhao went to see Wang Hong for something, so he helped her bring the test papers collected on the table over.
Kan Zhao knocked on the office door twice casually and walked in.
Wang Hong was packing up the things on the table and putting his briefcase on the chair, ready to go home.
Kan Zhao put the test paper on his desk, and then handed it to Wang Hong, along with the gift and love letter that he had placed on the desk before.
Wang Hong glared at him, "You just keep finding things for me to do every day."
"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm tired too."
Guessing that Lin Qingxu should have finished cleaning the floor, Kan Zhao waved his hand at Wang Hong: "It's still the same as before. Don't open the things or letters. Have the class teacher return them to them. Just scare them a little, don't really call the parents to reprimand them or anything like that."
Wang Hong pretended to curse: "Stinky boy."
"Then you can blame my mother. Why does she say her son is so handsome?" Kan Zhao joked.
There were a few short pieces of chalk on the table. Wang Hong grabbed a few and threw them at Kan Zhao: "Get lost."
Kan Zhao dodged.
"receive."
It’s not that Kan Zhao wants to be so cruel, it’s just that he really doesn’t have the quality to enjoy it.
He had tried a soft approach before, patiently and decisively rejecting the girls' advances. But he couldn't withstand their fierce offensive, as they were afraid of clingy women, and he remained steadfast even after being rejected, believing that time would eventually move them.
One or two are easier to deal with, but when several of them are added together, they completely cause trouble to Kan Zhao's life.
Even before, Lin Qingxu had been threatened not to get too close to him, which he could not tolerate.
Later, Kan Zhao came up with this method, trying his best to preserve the other party's dignity and making them feel that they had fallen in love with a "scumbag".
After all, what weirdo would hand in a love letter directly to the teacher?
*
There was a light rain in the evening, which didn't last long, but it still left some traces on the road.
The street lights were reflected in the not-so-big puddles, swaying gently with the footsteps of pedestrians, like broken gold foil.
Kan Zhao lifted the schoolbag that was about to fall off his back, and held Lin Qingxu's in his left hand.
It was already very late when the evening self-study get out of class ended, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street.
When passing by the last camphor tree, Kan Zhao thought of the messy words Qiao Yang had said to Lin Qingxu before.
He suddenly said: "I gave all the love letters and other things to the teacher and asked him to deal with them. I did the same with the previous ones."
Lin Qingxu said "hmm" to indicate that he understood.
This is Kan Zhao's business. Although I don't understand why he suddenly said this, I still gave it affirmation. After all, no matter what he does, it is his freedom.
*
Lin Qingxu started practicing the piano again in preparation for the cultural performance in a few days.
She started learning this when she was young, but she hasn't played it much since she got her certificate in junior high school, so she still feels a little rusty when playing it.
Fortunately, she did not participate in any academic competitions afterwards, so she had a lot of free time to recall and practice.
Playing the piano requires constant practice, and it took Lin Qingxu a long time to gradually become familiar with the fingering.
Time passed quickly as I played the piano, and before I knew it, the day of the performance had arrived.
The activity was in the evening, and the last class in the afternoon was Chinese self-study. The academic masters who usually focused on reading the books of sages could no longer bear the distraction.
The squad leader started first.
In the class group——
Zhou Yu: [So excited ahhhhhhhh]
Qiao Yang: [Calm and jpg.]
Lulu: [How is Qingxu preparing? @林清许]
Lin Qingxu: [Should be able to pass]
Lulu: [!!! Qingxu is actually looking at his phone during class]
Kan Zhao: [@周煜reported the class monitor and the student committee]
Lulu: [@周煜reported the class monitor and the student committee]
Zhang Ya: [@周煜reported the class monitor and reported the student committee]
Qiao Yang: [@周煜reported the class monitor and the student committee]
Ruan Yanyan: [@周煜reported the class monitor and reported the student committee]
…
The screen was flooded with reports.
Lin Qingxu looked up and met Kan Zhao's gaze. It was he who asked her to look at her phone. So he was reported all of a sudden?
She tilts her head and makes eye contact, is that right?
Kan Zhao chuckled.
In the class group——
Lulu: [No kidding]
Lulu: [@林清许清许 brought an evening gown?]
Lin Qingxu: [No, I'm going to wear my school uniform.]
Ruan Yanyan: [playing dead jpg.]
Lin Qingxu was puzzled: [Is school uniform not allowed?]
Zhang Ya: [Not that it's impossible... but good looks are a plus. People are visual creatures. My grades will definitely be at the next level when I come here.]
Lulu: [For the honor and shame of our entire class!]
Zhang Ya: [For the honor and shame of our entire class!]
Zhou Yu: [For the honor and shame of our entire class!]
Ruan Yanyan: [To see Xu clearly in a dress!]
As soon as the message was sent, it was immediately withdrawn by Ruan Yanyan.
She copied and pasted it again.
Ruan Yanyan: [For the honor and shame of our entire class!]
…
All right.
Lin Qingxu decided to go home during dinner time.
I remember there was a dress at home.
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