Chapter 46
During the ideological and political class, the back row of the tiered classroom was full, but the front row had many empty seats.
Zhang Jusong sat in the first row. Strangely, there were two empty seats next to him, so he could stretch out his pencil case completely.
This course has high credits, and classroom performance is also included in the grade calculation ratio. In the previous two years, when the teacher asked questions, she would immediately lower her head, touch her phone or flip through her notes, avoid any eye contact with the teacher, and just treat the classroom performance score as air.
But now that I have the idea of staying in graduate school, I have to change my ways.
"Is there any student who can share his thoughts on this issue?"
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, Zhang Jusong raised his hand high.
The teacher was relieved to see the supportive students, and his face was wrinkled with smile: "This student..."
"My name is Zhang Jusong." She took every opportunity to make her presence felt.
Suddenly, a small voice of "Hey, is that her?" was heard in the classroom. Then, many buzzing sounds came up. Zhang Jusong vaguely heard her own name. She turned around and saw a classmate holding a mobile phone and looking at her. He met her gaze unexpectedly, smiled awkwardly, and hid the phone under the table.
Zhang Jusong frowned slightly. Something had happened, but she had no idea. This feeling made her a little anxious.
The teacher also noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere.
"Stop talking nonsense, be quiet, and listen to what Zhang has to say."
Zhang Jusong curled the corners of his mouth in a very formulaic way and reluctantly finished his answer.
For the remaining half of the class, all the onlookers' eyes behind me demonstrated to me what it felt like to have a thorn in the back.
In order to concentrate on the lecture, she did not bring her cell phone and had no source of information at all. She could only wait for the get out of class to end.
The bell rang, the teacher announced the end of get out of class, and the entire classroom quickly turned into a vegetable market.
Zhang Jusong sat in her seat with a gloomy face, not moving. She could clearly feel that when her classmates passed by the first row, whether intentionally or unintentionally, they would most likely glance at her and whisper to her in a low voice.
A familiar female classmate passed by and Zhang Jusong called her: "Excuse me."
Zhang Jusong smiled and asked, "I didn't bring my phone with me. Is there any interesting news?"
The girl hesitated for a moment and handed her the phone.
"Ju Song, please don't be angry. It's not worth it."
"Don't worry, I will—"
The moment he saw the hot search interface on his phone, Zhang Jusong's words came out abruptly.
#Zhang Jusong, another ugly child star#
"At the beginning, the scene of this little girl raising her eyes amazed so many people, but in the end she grew ugly [sad face], no wonder she never acted in a movie again."
The marketing account also attached a GIF of the old movie and a snapshot of her singing on stage. Because she was too focused on singing, her facial muscles were distorted, which happened to be caught in the photo.
The comparison between the two is like heaven and earth.
One reply after another passed through the screen and slowly seeped into her eyes.
"Fuck, another great memory ruined."
"No way, is this really the same person?"
"This woman is quite strong. If I had grown up like that when I was a child and now look like this, I would definitely want to die."
Her heart was beating wildly, and the secretion of adrenaline caused her hand holding the phone to tremble slightly, and even her breathing became irregular.
It was like a nervous game of hide-and-seek. I hid quietly, praying not to be discovered, but suddenly a voice jumped out from behind: "Haha, I caught you."
There was no expression on her face. She just mechanically repeated the action of swiping her phone, swiping down, and down again.
"Don't look at it."
The boy's voice was like a flash of lightning, drowning out the originally noisy voices in the classroom.
The whole classroom seemed to be suddenly thrown into a vacuum and became extremely quiet.
She looked up blankly and saw Xia Zhiheng.
Xia Zhiheng only looked at her.
He walked towards her step by step from the classroom door, against the crowd.
His large palm gently covered her eyes, the warmth of his palm remaining the same as always.
"Be good and stop looking." Xia Zhiheng said.
The girl in front of him was very obedient, not moving at all, not even making a sound. But the cold and wet feeling he felt with his palm made his heart tremble.
Xia Zhiheng pressed her into his arms, blocking her from everyone else's sight, and half-hugged and half-carried her out of the classroom.
Keep walking until there is no one.
Zhang Jusong said, "Okay, let go."
She seemed to have recovered from her emotions and even smiled at him.
But Xia Zhiheng couldn't laugh.
He frowned and said, "Are you hungry? Go eat something?"
"No need." Zhang Jusong said, "I'm a little tired and want to go back to the dormitory to rest."
"Then I'll take you back."
"Need not."
Her voice was gentle, but unquestionable: "I want to walk alone, is that okay?"
Xia Zhiheng looked at her for a while, then slowly let go.
Zhang Jusong smiled again, turned around and walked away.
Even though a leaf can block your vision, Mount Tai is still Mount Tai.
The incident was caused by a clip of Zhang Jusong in the promotional video of the A University Campus Singer Competition. After being recognized, it was submitted to a marketing account. Since things have been quiet recently, the marketing account was worried about the lack of popularity and immediately hyped it up. Who knew that the old movie was still remembered by many people after many years, and it fermented all of a sudden.
Other marketing accounts rushed to take advantage of the popularity and pulled out the promotional video of the A University campus singing competition. After such a set of operations of exporting to domestic sales and domestic sales to exporting, various social platforms copied each other, and the combination of classic movie shots, child stars who grew ugly, and A University made Zhang Jusong a hot search.
The comments below are also extremely rich, with all kinds of unique angles.
Netizen A: There's no need to say that she has grown ugly. I watched the promotional video carefully. Although she is not as breathtakingly beautiful as she was when she was a child, she is still a pretty girl now. These marketing accounts are really crappy!
Netizen B: Haha, you are so stubborn. If you are ugly, you are ugly.
Netizen A: Why don’t you post a photo so we can appreciate your appearance?
Netizen B: To evaluate a refrigerator, you need to know the refrigeration series. I am just an ordinary person, what is there to compare?
Netizen A: He is an amateur too, why are you pointing fingers at him?
Netizen B: Now you understand. This big event, with A-level university and hot searches, it’s obvious that it’s hype.
Netizen C: Think positively, if this girl hadn't grown ugly, she wouldn't have been able to get into University A [laughs]
The head of the Student Union's Arts and Literature Department called to apologize: "We are so sorry, we don't know how things suddenly turned out like this. We have temporarily hidden your promotional video, the general promotional video, um..."
Hearing her embarrassment, Zhang Jusong pursed his lips and said, "It's okay. It's already like this. It doesn't matter whether we withdraw or not. Let's just leave it like this."
The person in charge was obviously relieved: "Okay, then let's keep the overall promotional video for now. Well, I... I still want to confirm that you can participate in the finals normally, right?"
Zhang Jusong just remained silent.
Sometimes, silence is another expression.
She didn't say anything. After a while of silence, the person in charge tried to make amends by laughing twice: "There are still a few days left. Think about it. It's already the finals. It's not easy. Just ignore those people."
"Thank you. I'll get back to you later."
Throwing his phone aside, Zhang Jusong lay back on the bed again, staring at the bed curtains in a daze.
For two days, she had hardly moved in her dorm, neither going to classes nor practicing singing.
...I didn’t even want to answer Xia Zhiheng’s call.
It seems to be raining outside and there are faint thunder.
Her cell phone buzzed and she glanced over. It was Annie.
When the call was connected, Annie shouted, "Ju Song, I forgot to bring my umbrella. It's raining so hard. Can you come to the cafeteria to pick me up?"
Annie went to the cafeteria to bring her food, so she couldn't ignore it for both moral and logical reasons.
Zhang Jusong then took two umbrellas and dragged his heavy body downstairs.
It was raining heavily indeed. Even with an umbrella in hand, the cool raindrops still hit my face.
Walking all the way to the cafeteria, she searched for Annie in the crowd, and when she saw her, she was stunned.
There was a person standing in front of Anne, holding a dark green long-handled umbrella. Standing in the rain, his khaki windbreaker seemed to be stained with the green of the umbrella.
Annie took an umbrella from her hand and said, "It's raining heavily. I'll take the food upstairs first. Hey, you guys chat, you guys chat."
As he said this, he walked away on the water, holding his umbrella.
The only person he cared about in his sight was Xia Zhiheng.
She remained silent, not knowing how to start.
In the sound of rain, he held out his hand to her: "Sister, are you willing to come with me?"
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