After school in the afternoon, Fu Zhen was walking on the campus and felt that people around him were frequently looking at him.
He was the center of attention wherever he went, and he was used to it. However, today everyone seemed... extra enthusiastic?
"Oh my god, Senior Fu is still so handsome, he is worthy of being the school hunk, he is always shining whenever I see him!"
"Yeah, it turns out that Senior Fu can fight. His posture must be very handsome. What a pity that I was not there..."
"I don't know how that person angered our school hunk..."
"It's obvious. He must be so ugly that he makes my idol look ugly."
There was constant chattering around, Fu Zhen's face darkened and he quickened his pace.
He arrived at the school gate, found the familiar black car, opened the door and got in.
"Master, good afternoon."
A familiar voice came from the front driver's seat. Fu Zhen was a little surprised and asked, "Uncle Qi, why are you picking me up today? Where's the driver?"
Uncle Qi is the steward of Fu Zhen's grandfather Fu Quan. When he was young, he was Fu Quan's subordinate. He defended his country all his life, and went through life and death with Fu Quan, through gunfire and rain. He didn't even have a family. Now that he is old and his legs and feet are not flexible, he helps Fu Quan take care of the chores at home, so that he has a place to go.
He has been in the Fu family for half his life and has long become a member of the Fu family. Fu Zhen also respects him very much.
Uncle Qi turned around and smiled at Fu Zhen, "I happened to be free this afternoon, so I came out for a walk and came to pick you up."
Yeah? Fu Zhen looked at Uncle Qi's uncontrollable smile and felt a little suspicious. There are so many trivial things to do at home every day, and Uncle Qi is busy all the time. When will he have time to "have nothing to do"?
Sure enough, Uncle Qi casually started chatting while driving, "I heard that you had a fight at school today?"
“…”
Did his fight get reported on the news? How come everyone in the world seems to know about it...
Uncle Qi saw that he was silent, so he smiled even more and joked, "It's understandable. Boys of your age are full of vigor and vitality, so it's inevitable that they will be impulsive and irrational. Young people are like this, aren't they? Uncle Qi was also at your age, so don't be embarrassed."
Today he received a call from the school teacher saying that Fu Zhen had gotten into a fight at school. He and the old man thought the other party had made a mistake. After confirming it again and again, they hung up the phone in shock.
Next, the two old men sat facing each other for a long while, and they actually felt somewhat relieved in their hearts.
Fu Zhen, who is usually cool, self-possessed and pure-hearted, could actually get angry and even start fighting. He finally acts like a normal person!
But why, what on earth could have angered Fu Zhen?
No matter how hard they thought, they couldn't guess the reason why Fu Zhen did it. Their curiosity was aroused, making them anxious. So Uncle Qi couldn't wait to take the initiative to pick up Fu Zhen from school, just to test his opinion and satisfy his curiosity.
Uncle Qi cautiously spoke to test him, "You have been a calm child since you were young. If he made you take action, it must be the other party's fault. But...how did he offend you?"
Just speak out, young man, and make everyone happy!
“…”
Fu Zhen’s principle has always been that silence is golden, so in the end, Uncle Qi didn’t get anything out of him.
When Qiao Chu returned home and opened the door, he unexpectedly found that Qiao Weimin, who was supposed to be in the store at this time, was also at home and seemed to be entertaining guests.
The guest sitting in the living room was someone Qiao Chu had never seen before. He was a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Chu Chu, are you done with school? Come here quickly, let me introduce you to this, this is Director Fang, the admissions director of North City High School."
The director of admissions at North City High School? How did it end up in her house?
Qiao Chu was full of doubts. He put down his schoolbag, walked up and greeted, "Hello, Director Fang. I'm Qiao Chu."
Director Fang glanced at Qiao Chu, nodded with satisfaction, and praised: "Student Qiao Chu, I have heard of you for a long time. You are an excellent student. Your name has spread throughout the schools in Hai City."
It spread...
Because why? Could it be that his hand was broken?
I hope not, otherwise it would be too embarrassing...
"I heard that you defeated many contestants and won the math competition using only your left hand. This is really not easy. It would be great if we had a student like you in North City. I would be so happy that I would not be able to sleep."
Qiao Weimin looked modest but said proudly: "Director Fang, you are too flattering. The child is still young and cannot stand praise. He has only achieved a small success temporarily. He needs to continue to work hard in the future."
Qiao Chu was also a little embarrassed by the compliment, "Yes, Director Fang, I was just lucky."
Director Fang shook his head and smiled, "Being number one in the country is not something you can get by luck, and I heard that you have very good grades in school, and you have always been number one in the grade. It's rare to have good grades and not be proud and complacent."
Who can bear this wave of praise? Qiao Chu blushed a little, "Those are all things of the past. I still have to keep working hard."
Seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious and both the host and the guests were having a great time, Director Fang suddenly changed the subject and asked Qiao Chu, "Have you ever considered changing to a better learning environment?"
Qiao Chu and Qiao Weimin were still immersed in the praise and hadn't come to their senses yet, looking confused.
Director Fang continued, "I believe you have heard of our Beicheng High School. In terms of reputation, facilities, and education level, our Beicheng is one of the best in Hai City. We attach great importance to the cultivation of talents in all aspects. We not only love talents, but also cherish them. Excellent students like Qiao Chu are exactly what we need. If Qiao Chu can transfer to our Beicheng, we will definitely train you well, put you in the best class, arrange the best teachers, and let you receive the best education."
Director Fang finally revealed the purpose of his visit. Yes, he came here to poach talents. Beicheng High School is full of second-generation rich people and officials, and many of them are uneducated. If they want to increase the admission rate, they have to rely on students with good grades. Therefore, they often look for some outstanding students to recruit to their school, and Director Fang does this job.
Alas - it’s all for living.
Transfer schools? Qiao Chu never thought that she was very satisfied with her current school.
"Uh... this..."
Seeing that she was about to refuse, Director Fang quickly threw out a sugar-coated bullet and tempted her: "Our school has the best facilities in Hai City. If you come to our school to study, tuition, room and board and other miscellaneous expenses will be free. Not only that, if you maintain your grades in the top five of the grade every year, the school will also give you a considerable scholarship. I think Qiao Chu can definitely make it to the top five of the grade."
For some reason, Qiao Chu recalled what Jiang Yuzhou said that day: "Thank goodness I didn't go to North City High School, otherwise I would be as miserable as my friend now..."
She didn't want to be so miserable. Besides, she was used to No. 1 Middle School. There were her memories, her friends, and teachers who loved her. Most importantly, it was close to home. If she went to study in North City, she would have to live in the school. Then Qiao Weimin would be left alone at home. She was worried. Besides, he didn't eat well. What if he got a stomachache?
For various reasons, Qiao Chu had no choice but to refuse.
"I'm sorry, Director Fang. I never thought about transferring schools. I'm very happy studying in No. 1 Middle School. I'm sorry to have made you come here for nothing."
When Director Fang saw her refusal, he turned his gaze to Qiao Weimin.
Qiao Weimin shook his head and looked at Qiao Chu gently: "I respect Chuchu's choice, and everything is based on her opinion."
Qiao Weimin now listens to Qiao Chu in everything and is simply a complete daughter slave. But that's right, Qiao Chu has never let him down and has brought him a stable life and full of pride.
Seeing that he couldn't make the decision, Director Fang had no choice but to persuade Qiao Chu again.
"Student Qiao Chu, you are still young. You don't understand the importance of choice to a person. A person will encounter many choices in his life. If you make the right choice, it will be a great help to your future life. Our Beicheng is really suitable for you. With your talent, your grades will definitely improve if you come to our school."
Qiao Chu asked, "Isn't the full score also 750 in your place?"
Director Fang was puzzled: "What? What 750 points?"
Qiao Chu explained: "I mean, isn't it also true that your Beicheng has a full score of 150 in Chinese, mathematics, and English, and 100 in other subjects, with a full score of 750 in six subjects?"
Director Fang nodded: "Well, yes, of course, every high school has a full score of 750."
"But I got 748 points in the midterm, and only lost 2 points in Chinese. Even if I went to your school, I would not be able to get 800 points. There is no room for improvement."
“…”
In the end, Director Fang returned empty-handed.
No matter how good the conditions he offered, the father and daughter remained unmoved. What else could he do...
Shortly after the midterm exam, the school’s annual campus art festival will be held.
As a key high school in the city, we encourage students to develop all-roundly in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor aspects in addition to studying. Therefore, the school still organizes several of these extracurricular activities every year. The most grand of these are probably the sports meets and art festivals.
The art festival stipulates that each class must perform two programs. Generally speaking, if we compare the enthusiasm for studying, Qiao Chu's class 1 must be the highest, but if we compare other subjects, their class must be ranked last, because these top students are too lazy to waste that time, they would rather do a few more questions with that time.
This worried the entertainment committee member of their class. No one came to her to sign up. How could she complete her task?
She could barely dance herself, but where would she find anyone to perform for the other show?
I should have known not to be the cultural and entertainment committee member. It’s too hard for her...
Finally, she had no other choice but to find the most kind-hearted, helpful person in the class - our classmate Qiao Chu.
After the entertainment committee member begged her so much and she almost knelt down before him, Qiao Chu finally agreed to let her do a show.
Then, the cultural and entertainment committee member left with gratitude...
On the day of the art festival, the stage and backstage were bustling with people. The students who had performances were nervously preparing, changing clothes, putting on makeup, and memorizing lines...
Qiao Chu found a corner and sat quietly. She was ready and was just waiting for the show to begin.
Why would Jia Xianxian, who was unwilling to be lonely, just sit there obediently? She rushed to the backstage and exclaimed as soon as she saw Qiao Chu: "Wow - Xiao Qiao, you are so beautiful today, aren't you?"
Qiao Chu was wearing a fluffy princess dress today. The hem was so big that it covered her shoes. This skirt is very similar to the formal dresses worn by noble ladies in the Middle Ages. It has a low collar and is tightly tied at the waist, perfectly showing off her beautifully shaped collarbones and slender waist.
To match the skirt, Qiao Chu specially combed her hair into a princess style today and wore a pearl headband on her head. The pearls were round and exuded a charming luster. Qiao Chu's skin was whiter than snow and her hair was like clouds, which was even more radiant than the pearls.
As bright as spring flowers, as clear as autumn moon, this should be the kind of girl she is, right?
Jia Xianxian was so fascinated, "Xiao Qiao, no wonder so many people like you, you are so amazing!"
"snort!"
Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded.
The two turned around and saw Yu Siying sitting not far away, holding a powder puff and putting on makeup.
Jia Xianxian didn't like this person. She turned around and said to Qiao Chu, "Ignore her!"
"Yeah, okay."
Qiao Chu didn't have a good impression of this drama queen whose mind was filled with Qiong Yao novels.
"You better do your best later. I'll be watching you from the audience."
After Jia Xianxian encouraged Qiao Chu, she left the backstage.
Qiao Chu's show was relatively early, and it was her turn after waiting for about an hour.
She adjusted her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked onto the stage slowly and gracefully.
As a celebrity in the school, a top student goddess, and the new school beauty, as soon as Qiao Chu appeared, the audience burst into thunderous applause and even a few loud whistles.
"Come on, Xiao Qiao!"
"Fu Zhen, it's Xiao Qiao! Xiao Qiao is so beautiful!"
"The school beauty is so beautiful!"
Qiao Chu bowed slightly, walked to the grand piano in the center of the stage, and sat down slowly.
The sound of the piano is gentle and continuous, like a clear spring in the mountains, pouring out from the fingertips like flowing water...
She opened her red lips slightly, and the melodious singing voice drifted away——
“Can the brightest star in the night sky hear the loneliness and sighs in the heart of the person looking up at it…”
Her singing voice is so light and pleasant that it makes people forget the world and indulge in it.
“The brightest star in the night sky, can you remember the figure that once walked with me and disappeared in the wind…”
The girl on the stage has a fair face and a white dress, her hair like a waterfall, and she looks around with a lively look, starry eyes, and a charming demeanor.
“Whenever I can’t find the meaning of existence, whenever I get lost in the darkness, the brightest star in the night sky, please guide me to you…”
While singing and playing the guitar, Qiao Chu nodded and smiled at the students in the audience. Her eyes were watery and bright like stars.
Fu Zhen felt his heart was out of control and his chest was slightly hot. The girl on the stage was like the brightest star in the night sky, so bright that he could hardly open his eyes...
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