Chapter 112 Just follow us and keep up with the times
Li Wenxi also encouraged: "Participation is important, Shulan, you should sign up, what if you win a prize? It's a hundred yuan, we don't have any talent, there's nothing we can do." She thinks the key is money. How can we miss such an opportunity to make money. "
Yes, I haven't seen a guzheng yet, let us see it."
As she was talking, Teacher Bai came over and called Li Wenxi, Han Yi and three classmates who often practiced math competition questions to the office.
"This is the provincial math competition questions for the second grade this time. The next class happens to be a self-study class. You sit here and do the questions and see how many points you can get?" Teacher Bai handed them a few test papers.
After the exam, Teacher Bai corrected the scores in front of them.
Li Wenxi and Han Yi both scored 97 points, and the other three failed except for one who barely passed the passing line.
Teacher Bai praised Han Yi: "Not bad, Han Yi, you have caught up with Li Wenxi."
When Li Wenxi returned to the classroom, Zhang Shulan had already agreed to sign up for Guzheng.
Zheng Shunli whispered to Han Yi: "Did Mr. Bai call you to practice math competition questions again?"
Han Yi nodded.
"What are you thinking? Why are you still practicing this? You are not going to pursue scientific research in the future. Besides, according to your family's current arrangement, it is a waste of time for you to spend time on this."
"It won't take up much time. I just don't want to make Old Bai sad."
"Tsk, I don't believe you."
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Zhang Shulan went back to her father's place in An County on the weekend to bring back the guzheng because she needed it for the competition.
Li Wenxi and others surrounded Zhang Shulan's guzheng and looked at it curiously. Qian Hong, who had just returned from home, walked into the dormitory and saw this scene. She curled her lips and said in a gloomy tone: "Some people only know how to imitate us and keep up with the times."
Because Qiao Xiaoyun's choir did not have enough applicants, Qian Hong finally squeezed in successfully.
"Shulan plays the guzheng, and you guys are in chorus, they are totally unrelated, why should I learn from you? I think the guzheng is much better than your singing." Gao Hui was about to get angry when she heard this. "
Guzheng is just plucking the strings, what's so great about it? There are people playing guitar and piano in the next class, which are much more fashionable than playing the guzheng. I think the guzheng is feudal dregs." Qian Hong said. "
Guzheng is feudal dregs, then the cloth shoes on your feet are also feudal dregs, why do you wear them?" Li Wenxi said, looking at Qian Hong's cloth shoes.
Qian Hong shrank the cloth shoes on her feet, speechless, hummed and went out with Wang Mei.
"Her family can't even afford a guzheng, and she looks down on Shulan playing the guzheng. This person is really annoying." Gao Hui said angrily.
Zhang Shulan was concerned about other things. "Qian Hong reminded me of something. There are people who sign up for guitar and piano in the competition. I'm afraid everyone is more interested in these. If I just play the guzheng, I'm afraid I won't win the prize. What do you think about playing the guzheng and dancing?" Then he looked at Gao Hui, Li Wenxi and Hao Sanmei.
They took a step back in unison. Gao Hui shook her head like a wave drum. "I can't dance. My hands and feet are not coordinated."
Hao Sanmei waved her hands. "My dancing is just like a duck jumping. People will laugh to death."
Li Wenxi considered more practically: "And none of us can choreograph to match the guzheng. Even if we want to learn to dance, we can't learn."
Zhang Shulan's shoulders slumped. She was just daydreaming.
"Zhang Shulan, someone is looking for you." The dormitory auntie downstairs suddenly called out.
Zhang Shulan hurried out the door, looked down from the corridor, and immediately put the guzheng under the bed, and said to Li Wenxi: "Xiaoxi, can you accompany me downstairs?"
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