Chapter 33 Rehearsal: Everyone has their own weaknesses...
"Time flies." During the long break between classes on a rainy day, most students stayed in the classroom to study or catch up on sleep because they were starting to feel a bit scared of the strong cold wind outside. Jing Yiran glanced at the leaves outside the window, which were almost all fallen, and felt inexplicably down. So she turned to Ning Yanzhao, who was sitting opposite her, and sighed.
"yes."
The autumn wind blew by in an instant, seemingly taking away the already faded leaves. Looking back, it was almost winter again. It had been almost a year since Ning Yanzhao first transmigrated here.
"It's unbelievable that we'll be taking the college entrance exam so soon."
When I first entered high school, I always thought that three years of study would be a long and painful process. In reality, when you are engaged in this "battle", time will just slip away mercilessly. If your grades are not ideal, you will regret the time you wasted when you look back.
But most people spend their youth like this, including Ning Yanzhao. Whether they follow the crowd or not, they can only move forward and cannot turn back.
"Speaking of which, I didn't expect our grade head to ask us to prepare a choir during such a tight study period. This is completely unlike his style."
"Maybe they think we need some memories of school, so that after graduation, all we think about in high school is classes and exams." Ning Yanzhao knew about the New Year's Eve party where students from each class had to participate in a choir competition, because she had experienced it herself. Compared to Jing Yiran, she wasn't as surprised.
"Will these things really be remembered by everyone? I've seen several students who are particularly studious resisting it, feeling that this thing will definitely take up their study time because they'll have to spend extra time rehearsing. To be honest, I don't really want to either. Do you think I'm lacking in class spirit?"
"Who knows what the head of the grade is thinking? But whether we want to participate or not, it's only natural that we have our own thoughts." Ning Yanzhao thought about the mandatory activities in university, which were really frustrating for those who didn't like going out. A choir performance was nothing compared to that, but she still wanted to leave Jing Yiran with some hope.
Whether it was intentional promotion by social media platforms or just a coincidence, Ning Yanzhao had repeatedly come across videos of netizens reminiscing about their high school days on different social media platforms.
The first question is usually, "Would you be willing to go back to high school after you graduate?" In the video, the person in question answers without hesitation, "No." This is followed by a classmate saying, "You definitely would be willing," and the video officially begins...
While watching the video, Ning Yanzhao clearly felt the same way and "hated" the arduous learning method she had endured back then, but her eyes still couldn't help but become a little moist after the video ended.
When people look back on their youth, what they miss is not the dry and boring knowledge, but the days when they simply strived for a single goal.
High school life is a mix of joy and sorrow. We are immersed in a sea of challenging problems, surrounded by classmates with pure hearts that we may never encounter again. Sometimes we are truly grateful for the development of technology and the internet, which allows some unforgettable moments to be recorded.
"By the way, what song did our class sing this time? When the homeroom teacher mentioned it, I was working on a super, super difficult math problem and didn't hear it at all."
"It's 'The Little Insects'."
"The Little Insects Fly, The Little Insects Fly! It's such a simple song, don't we all know it? That's great, it feels like we don't even need to rehearse. Our homeroom teacher really understands us..."
Now that they have received the task assigned by the grade director, each class needs to start rehearsing in their spare time.
Ning Yanzhao had a strong impression of this New Year's Eve party because it was the last time she saw An Nianyu. After that party, An Nianyu inexplicably dropped out of school during the holiday, and she never saw him again.
Ning Yanzhao used to think that it was understandable for someone from a family like An Nianyu to suddenly drop out of school and go abroad to study.
However, based on the relatively "frequent" frequency of her conversations with Ning Yanzhao and An Nianyu recently, she began to feel that something she had once taken for granted was a little strange.
So Ning Yanzhao also began to subtly inquire about An Nianyu's study abroad plans. It was both reasonable and unexpected that he completely denied it, so it was very likely that something very important happened during the holiday after the New Year's Eve party that forced him to drop out of school.
There's also Zhou Luoyin, someone Ning Yanzhao inexplicably cares about. Was her appearance in Class One this time around a coincidence or a hint? These are questions she needs to figure out.
Regardless, just like before, rehearsals for the New Year's Eve party began as arranged by the teachers.
Right now, Ning Yanzhao's class is preparing for rehearsal.
Coincidentally, Class 1 and Class 2 had completely overlapping physical education classes this semester, so the two classes, who had the same idea of using physical education class to rehearse their choir, met at the school stadium at the same time, along with the music teacher and another class of students with special talents.
In Ning Yanzhao's memory, in the small county where she lived, from childhood to adulthood, the music, art, physical education, and physical education teachers were always "sick" or "had something to do." She used to think that all cities were like this, but after she came to a big city and asked her college classmates, she found out that it wasn't.
There's a saying that goes like this: a person's destination is just a starting point that is within their reach.
Undeniably, compared to small towns that only value academic performance, schools in big cities place greater emphasis on the comprehensive development of students' overall qualities. They not only do not monopolize students' music, art, and physical education classes, but also frequently organize visits to various museums, making students' lives rich and colorful.
The high school Ning Yanzhao attends is known locally for its relatively strict schedule and academic management. Although it cannot compare to high schools in other provinces that have developed unique teaching models, it is still stricter than many other provinces.
"Attention, attention, students, pay attention!" The music teacher saw that the students were either chatting lazily or secretly looking at their study materials. She felt that she was useless and was a little anxious. She quickly clapped her hands and called out to them.
Ning Yanzhao also came back to her senses. She had just been looking at the scene and her thoughts had drifted so far away. In simple terms, she had "gone off track." Ever since she had transmigrated several times, she had discovered this problem with herself, but it seemed that there was nothing she could do about it. She sighed inwardly.
It's a rare New Year's Eve party, and now that I finally have a teaching assignment that matches my major, the music teacher seems to be much more serious than the students.
Regardless of how it started, in the end, everyone started rehearsing according to the music teacher's schedule.
The three classes each occupied several large areas of the indoor gymnasium, rehearsing their songs without disturbing each other, while the music teacher moved around the three sides to provide guidance.
I don't know how other high schools arrange things, but at No. 1 High School, apart from a few students who apply on their own and are then placed in the academic classes, there is also a separate special talent class for each grade.
Ning Yanzhao's class also had such a talented student.
Since No. 1 Middle School is mainly known for its academic performance, the number of students with special talents is not very large. Furthermore, because some students with special talents are distributed among the academic classes, the special talent classes, which incorporate students with special talents in music, physical education, and art from the entire grade, are just enough to fill a classroom, neither too many nor too few.
The New Year's Eve party is when students with special talents shine. So, in addition to the chorus that everyone does, students with special talents need to prepare an extra program. Many students with special talents are preparing programs such as violin solos, sword dances, and bel canto singing.
However, the key issue now is not the arrangement of special talent classes, but Zhou Luoyin.
Ning Yanzhao brought this up because she recently learned that Zhou Luoyin was a dance student transferred from the special talent class, and probably not from the first year of high school. No wonder she had never seen her before, since the special talent class wasn't on the same floor.
According to Ning Yanzhao's memory, she remembered that the song the class rehearsed was "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," and then it was just a simple chorus of a song.
But things are different now. Ning Yanzhao secretly observed that Zhou Luoyin was arranged in the inconspicuous last row of the group, and then danced around the stage when everyone's chorus was about to end. Now she is also practicing along with everyone's singing.
The changes to the details of the group's chorus were something Ning Yanzhao didn't yet understand, until...
"Ha..." In a certain degree of "silence," when everyone is "acting" according to the tone, a sudden laugh from someone always seems particularly abrupt in the empty indoor gymnasium.
"Who's laughing?" The music teacher also seemed very helpless. For professionals like them, a single off-key note can easily make them feel uneasy. She knew where the laughter came from, so correcting the mistake was also her responsibility.
But for a moment the entire stadium fell silent.
"Say it quickly, or it will affect your class's competition results, which is unacceptable."
"Teacher, it was Zhou Luoyin. Her singing was so off-key that I couldn't help myself..." a boy finally admitted. Although he was looking down, you could see that his ears were a little red. Perhaps he was also a little embarrassed about laughing at his classmate.
"Is that Zhou Luoyin?"
"yes……"
"I understand, Luoyin. You'll have to sing a little softer from now on." The music teacher naturally recognized Zhou Luoyin, since she usually interacted with the students with special talents quite a bit. Dance students focus on dance, and although they understand music theory, their voices are innate, so it's understandable if they don't sing well.
"I understand, teacher," Zhou Luoyin replied, her head bowed, her expression obscured from view.
Zhou Luoyin, who usually has a strong sense of self-esteem, was so directly exposed by the boy that it was impossible for her not to feel embarrassed. She didn't know she would react this way. Her voice, which she usually managed to hide so well, had "crashed" today. But this was something she couldn't change. She remembered why she wanted to dance, and a dark look flashed in her eyes.
Zhou Luoyin glanced back slightly, and saw that the person behind her was still expressionless, as if he didn't care about anything, just like usual. For her, this situation was both good and bad. The good thing was that he wouldn't notice any of her lapses in composure, and the bad thing was that she couldn't leave any trace in his heart. Whether it was good or bad, she didn't actually want it to be like this.
Perhaps influenced by the earlier incident, Zhou Luoyin, who should have been showcasing her true dance skills, made frequent mistakes, even prompting the music teacher to notice something was wrong.
"Alright, Luoyin, you should rest for a while. Let's focus on the choir first. You can practice your dance on your own later, otherwise this class will be almost over."
"Understood, teacher."
...
The 45-minute physical education class, used for practicing the choir, flew by.
Because it was very hot inside the indoor gymnasium, many students, including Ning Yanzhao, took off their school uniform jackets and left them on their seats inside the gymnasium.
Then, when Ning Yanzhao turned around to get her clothes, she was bumped into and turned around to find that it was Zhou Luoyin.
"I'm sorry," Zhou Luoyin apologized immediately.
"It's okay, I bump into people all the time too. We wouldn't have known each other if we hadn't bumped into each other, hahaha, I was just joking." Ning Yanzhao noticed that Zhou Luoyin's expression wasn't good, so she pretended to be joking.
"You're joking. I have something to do, so I'll be going now." Zhou Luoyin only managed a forced smile.
"Luo Yin, everyone has their weaknesses, you don't need to take it too seriously." Ning Yanzhao said this before Zhou Luo Yin walked away completely.
"Thank you, but I... it's nothing. Goodbye."
Zhou Luoyin didn't look back at Ning Yanzhao, but left the indoor gymnasium with just one last sentence.
For some reason, Ning Yanzhao felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness as Zhou Luoyin walked away alone.
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