Chapter 23
When it was nearly half a month before the final exam, Lin Jiu put down physics, chemistry and biology and turned to memorize politics, geography and history.
Although she heard that the exam was easy, she still didn't dare to take it lightly.
During breaks, she and Wen Min often recited to each other so that they could remember the lessons.
When he actually arrived at the exam room and saw the questions, Lin Jiu realized that he had been taking it too seriously...
The questions in the final exam are very simple and you can pass them easily.
The exam lasted three days and I got through it easily.
After the final exam, the course schedule was readjusted. There were only six courses in the future, and they no longer had to take the three courses of politics, geography and history.
In addition, the only recreational subject, physical education, has been discontinued.
However, before entering the third year of high school, all the second-year students have one more opportunity to completely relax, and that is the annual cultural performance.
The art performance is primarily for high school art students, giving them a chance to showcase their talents and hone their courage. Of course, if you have any talents, you can also sign up, with no limit on the number of participants.
During the quiet evening study session, when everyone in the classroom heard Yuan Hui announce the news of the art performance, they applauded for a while, and after a while of noise, the class returned to calm.
The next day at noon.
There were many people gathered around Zhuo Ling's table. Unlike before, they were all people who wanted to sign up for the cultural performance.
Zhuo Ling is the class's arts and cultural clerk. All the people who sign up come to her to compile the program list, which is very lively.
Lin Jiu was originally writing a question, but after hearing the noise next to him, he put down his pen, looked towards Zhuo Ling, and listened attentively.
After listening for a while, Lin Jiu realized that the thunder was loud but the rain was small.
Judging from the situation, she originally thought that their class would perform more than ten programs.
As it turned out, she was overthinking it.
There were a lot of people around, but there weren't many shows.
One program was a recitation with ten people participating, and their names had to be counted, so there were a lot of people gathered around.
The other was a Latin dance routine, which Zhuo Ling had requested. All the girls close to her who could dance joined in. There were five participants in this routine.
People who participate in group projects have a good relationship with each other, playing and joking around.
Looking at the students writing their names one by one, Lin Jiu admired them very much. They had courage and youthful vigor.
And she...is not good at showing herself in public, and has no talents, so she can only be an ordinary audience.
Seeing that everyone around Zhuo Ling had dispersed, Lin Jiu was about to start over and write the questions again, but he heard the sound of someone sitting down behind him.
It was Meng Qinyang and Chen Miao who returned to the classroom.
Just a few seconds after the sound of the stool scraping against the floor died away, Meng Qinyang's voice rang out: "Zhuo Ling."
Zhuo Ling turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
Meng Qinyang asked with a playful smile, "Who in our class has signed up?"
Zhuo Ling replied: "A lot, but there are only two programs for now."
After hearing this, Meng Qinyang stood up and walked to Zhuo Ling's desk. He lowered his head and saw the program statistics sheet that had just been written.
After seeing it, he picked it up directly and said, "Let me see what programs are available."
After a quick glance at the program, Meng Qinyang confirmed that it was not threatening at all. He put the program list down and prepared to find a pen to write.
Zhuo Ling's pen was in her own hand, and there was no pencil case on the table.
Chen Miao didn't seem like someone who could hand him a pen, and his seat required a few steps to get there, which was troublesome.
He casually glanced at the pen on Lin Jiu's desk, so he picked it up and said, "Borrow it."
Lin Jiu: “…”
Is this considered a loan? She hasn't agreed yet.
Although she complained, she didn't take it seriously.
After all, we are classmates, so using a pen is no big deal.
When Meng Qinyang was leaning over Zhuo Ling's desk, preparing to write, he suddenly paused, looked at Chen Miao, and asked, "How about we form a group, you play the piano, and I dance."
Hearing this, Zhuo Ling looked at Chen Miao with some surprise in her eyes. She had never heard that Chen Miao could play the piano.
Lin Jiu, who was standing by, also knew about this for the first time. She didn't turn around, but just supported her chin and looked at the pile of books in front of her, her ears pricked up.
Chen Miao's clear and deep voice came from behind: "I won't participate."
Although Lin Jiu knew that Chen Miao didn't like to participate in such activities, his refusal was too straightforward.
Before she could even glance over at Meng Qinyang's expression, she heard Zhuo Ling's genuine laughter, which was quite pleasant to the ear.
A big reason why Zhuo Ling is so popular with men is that she can talk to anyone and seems easy to get along with.
However, she was also very arrogant and looked down on the boys who approached her. Sometimes, when they told jokes, she would actually play along, but her laughter was fake. Many boys would actually think their own jokes were funny when they saw her laugh.
Lin Jiu knew that Zhuo Ling smiled on the surface, but not in her heart. Perhaps to maintain this popular appearance, she occasionally acted very seriously.
Now, when he suddenly heard Zhuo Ling's sincere smile, Lin Jiu turned his head to look at Zhuo Ling.
She was just wearing a simple school uniform and had a ponytail, but her facial features were very superior, and she smiled confidently and boldly. She was really beautiful.
This state should be similar to the way she dances Latin dance.
If there were any ordinary boys around, they would probably be fascinated by her. However, there were no such boys around.
When Meng Qinyang heard the laughter, he curled his lips and started writing smoothly with a pen, as if he had thought of it long ago.
Chen Miao glanced at Zhuo Ling indifferently, took out the book he wanted to read from the table, and opened directly to the place he had read before.
Only Lin Jiu had the leisure to appreciate this beautiful smile carefully.
After laughing a few times, Zhuo Ling found that everyone else was very calm, and her face became a little embarrassed, then she returned to her normal expression.
After finishing writing, Meng Qinyang returned the pen and went straight back to his seat.
Seeing that there was nothing interesting to watch, Lin Jiu picked up a pen and started doing math problems.
It was a long time before Wen Min and Ji Xin returned to the classroom. They went out to eat and spent some time.
After Wen Min came back, Lin Jiu looked at the time and saw that there were still eight minutes to one o'clock.
She stopped what she was doing, called Wen Min to come closer, and whispered to her secretly, telling her about the registration situation for the class program.
After hearing this, Wen Min showed an expression of "as expected", as if he had guessed about 70% of it.
After the second class in the afternoon, someone else came to see Zhuo Ling, mainly to inquire about the registration situation. However, they were just asking, but no one had any intention of signing up.
Wen Min looked at the situation over there and said casually, "Our class only has three performances, which is still a little too few."
Zhuo Ling was like a person with superb hearing ability. When she heard this, her tone suddenly became sharp. She looked at Wen Min and said, "If you don't sign up, and he doesn't sign up, then of course there will be fewer programs."
Wen Min didn't care at all, just laughed and sneered: "Why should I sign up? I'm not like some people who like to attract everyone's attention."
Zhuo Ling sneered, "You have no special skills, yet you pretend not to care. It's okay to fool yourself, but don't use this to deceive others."
Lin Jiu didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only sit upright and try to block the two people's sight.
Wen Min seemed to have noticed Lin Jiu's embarrassment of being caught in the middle. His anger had burned brightly, but the rage died down to a small flame.
After a few seconds of silence, she decided not to argue with Zhuo Ling anymore and just played the lute to the donkey.
He snorted coldly and ignored Zhuo Ling.
After Zhuo Ling left the classroom, Wen Min patted Lin Jiu and said, "I'm really good at playing the pipa now."
She started learning pipa and performed it in elementary school, but never showed it in junior high school, so few people knew about it.
It doesn’t matter if other people don’t know, but Lin Jiude knows.
Lin Jiu looked at Wen Min's aggrieved expression and nodded with a smile: "I believe you, you must be very powerful."
Wen Min's face lit up immediately. "What song do you like? I can play it for you later."
After thinking for a moment, Lin Jiu slowly said, "Yellow."
She has no preference in listening to music, she likes all kinds of songs and accepts them all.
Wen Min asked her which song she liked, but she couldn't choose for a moment.
Suddenly, she thought of Yellow, which was the song she listened to most often. She should...like it.
Moreover, this song is a classic that most people have heard, so you can’t go wrong with it.
Sure enough, Wen Min knew it as soon as she heard it. Although she couldn't quite remember the lyrics, she vaguely remembered the melody. "This song seems a bit difficult!"
Frowning, she turned to look at Ji Xin: "You play the violin well, can you play this song?"
"......" Ji Xin had no expression on his face. "What exactly do you want to ask?"
"One day, I'll invite Lin Jiu to my house to play, and you can play for her..."
Lin Jiu looked at Ji Xin's increasingly gloomy expression, and before Wen Min finished speaking, he covered her mouth with his hand.
She quickly said, "Not really, not really... It's just an ordinary song. If it's difficult, I won't play it."
Although she didn't know much about it, she knew that this song expressed love, and Ji Xin had nothing to do with her, so what was the point of playing the violin for her?
Between girls, it's no big deal if you play it casually. But between men and women, it's better to be cautious.
After straightening Wen Min's body, Lin Jiu quickly changed the subject.
Wen Min pouted and wanted to say something, but when she saw that Lin Jiu didn't want to continue the topic, she said nothing.
The deadline for submitting programs for the cultural and artistic performance is the 3rd.
Lin Jiu only heard that their class had four final performances, and he didn't pay any attention to them afterwards.
During the two days of the college entrance examination, the school gave two days off to the first and second year high school students, and then arranged the study schedule in full swing.
A few days before the cultural performance, Lin Jiu suddenly heard Zhuo Ling turn around and ask Chen Miao: "There is no piano in the school, how are you going to perform?"
Hearing this, Lin Jiu was very shocked, because she heard with her own ears that Chen Miao refused to participate in the show.
Before she could recover from her shock, she heard Chen Miao say, "I'll have someone bring it over that day."
Zhuo Ling said, "Okay, I'll talk to the event organizer."
Chen Miao nodded, said "thank you" politely, and said nothing more.
The cultural performance is on the 21st, Sunday at 5 pm.
It was a sunny day, and it was hot even in the evening.
Everyone was wearing short sleeves and sitting on the third floor of the sports and arts hall, a place they had never been to before.
Probably decided by lottery, Lin Jiu's class was in the front row, near the center, with a great view, right at the center of the stage. The boys in their class were quite gentlemanly, and the front row was basically reserved for the girls, so they all sat in the back.
Wen Min and Lin Jiu were very active in grabbing seats and sat in a row of excellent seats. They didn't need to strain their necks to see, but just looked up slightly and everything on the stage was in sight.
The event started late, and most people were chatting animatedly with their classmates. Some teachers in the second and third rows closest to the stage brought their own children, and the children were running around, making the atmosphere in the venue very lively.
Sitting in his seat, Lin Jiu silently felt the excitement, and occasionally chatted with Wen Min who was eating snacks on his right.
To better enjoy the show, Wen Min bought a variety of snacks from the store downstairs. Lin Jiu, not a snack fan, only brought a bottle of water.
After finishing a bag of spicy noodles, Wen Min wiped the oil from his mouth with a tissue, looked at the stage and said, "It hasn't started yet... I'm tired of waiting."
Lin Jiu raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's almost five o'clock in a few minutes."
Wen Min was helpless: "Then wait a little longer."
The chairs around Lin Jiu were quite empty. Most of the students who needed to perform had gone to the back of the stage, and it would take some time to put on makeup and change into costumes.
Without paying attention, she suddenly saw Chen Miao behind her. He was sitting upright with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes lowered as he listened to the words of the people around him, his face calm.
Lin Jiu felt a little strange about him. He was still wearing the same school uniform, but the feeling he gave was different. There was an inexplicable sense of oppression, and... an invisible sense of class.
Next to him, sitting in the seat that belonged to Meng Qinyang, was a man dressed casually but elegantly.
He is not a student, but looks familiar.
After thinking for a few seconds, Lin Jiu recognized that it was the person who followed Chen Miao on his first day in the classroom.
Before Chen Miao looked up at her, she turned around.
How to say it, her mood was a little complicated.
She wondered if the Chen Miao she knew was not what he really was.
She didn't know much about him, partly based on how Chen Miao appeared to other people, and partly based on how he was when he was with her.
Chen Miao has always been an extremely low-key person.
What he showed to everyone was the most basic information.
After he enrolled in school, many of his classmates were curious about his background. After all, when he first arrived, he didn't look like an ordinary person.
However, if Meng Qinyang did not reveal it, it would be difficult for them to understand.
The brand of the clothes Chen Miao wears on a daily basis is unrecognizable. He usually wears simple AJ shoes and a watch worth tens of thousands of yuan.
He also filled in his uncle Ji Yang's family contact information, and basically did not disclose anything else.
Although he is more generous than others and occasionally treats people to meals, it is always within the normal range and will not exceed the imagination of ordinary people.
As for Chen Miao, he was good-looking, with a lukewarm personality and unremarkable academic performance. He didn't have any particular hobbies, other than reading English books on economics.
Probably based on these, in the eyes of his classmates, he was just a handsome guy with some money, nothing special.
If Meng Qinyang hadn't mentioned it, the information about playing the piano might not have been known to anyone.
Lin Jiu felt that perhaps Chen Miao’s family conditions were very good, so good that it was hard to imagine.
His personality doesn't seem that easy to get along with.
Is the way he's with her in private real? Is that his true character?
Think of this.
Lin Jiu began to wonder, did Chen Miao really treat her differently?
Could it be that this was all an illusion and she was thinking too much?
After leaning back in his chair and thinking for a while, Lin Jiu felt that he was thinking too much.
She and Chen Miao are currently in a half-familiar classmate relationship, so it is inevitable that there will be bias, and it is normal that she cannot fully understand him.
Besides, isn't she the same?
Even when she is with her family, she is reserved and does not fully reveal her true self.
In fact, it doesn’t matter what Chen Miao is like. What matters is how he is in front of her.
There is actually no problem for her and him to get along like this.
After she figured it out, she stopped worrying about it.
She turned her head to glance at Wen Min who was eating potato chips beside her, eating like a pretty little hamster.
She couldn't help but smile and began to immerse herself in the atmosphere.
The stage curtain opened, the host made a brilliant appearance, and the cultural performance officially began.
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