"If anyone wants to make up for it, remember to come find me."
During the break, Sang Wan shouted this to her classmates, and then her eyes fell on Meng Yanche again.
Meng Yanche is an art student, so logically speaking, he would not miss such an event.
But the feeling Meng Yanche gave her some time ago was really strange.
Sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.
"Meng Yanche, you really don't want to sign up?"
Meng Yanche was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Sang Wan to ask this question.
She curved her eyes and smiled, still as pretty as before.
Just when I was about to refuse, I didn't know what came to my mind, "Is Sister Wu Yang participating?"
Sang Wan took the notebook in her hand and took a look at it.
"Yes, Jiang Wuyang signed up for the single performance."
Hearing this, Meng Yanche was a little surprised and stepped forward shamelessly.
"Then maybe Sister Wu Yang needs an accompaniment? I'm pretty good at the piano, and I can also play the violin. If you want to sing more excitedly, I can also play the drums."
Jiang Wuyang twirled the pen in her hand without even looking up, her voice tinged with indifference, "No need, I think the original accompaniment is fine."
The smile on Meng Yanche's lips froze.
His eyelids drooped, and he said dejectedly, "Okay then."
Then he turned to look at Sang Wan and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Sang Wan, I won't participate."
Sang Wan felt a little depressed when she saw Meng Yanche's lost look.
Although Meng Yanche's brain is not very good, he is indeed handsome. His drooping expression gives him a more broken look than those deliberately made by internet celebrities.
Reluctantly nodding, "Well, then, if you don't want to participate, then don't participate."
Sang Wan thought Meng Yanche would be depressed for a while, but she didn't expect him to adjust his mood in the blink of an eye.
He sat in the seat in front of Jiang Wuyang, leaning on the back of the chair, watching Jiang Wuyang write the questions.
Coincidentally, I ran into Jiang Wuyang doing Chinese homework again.
It seemed like every time he came over, Jiang Wuyang was writing Chinese. How could this not be considered a kind of fate? Meng Yanche thought so.
Seeing Jiang Wuyang writing, the elegant handwriting on the exercise book looks very beautiful.
But look at the content.
Meng Yanche couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Sister Wu Yang, you remembered it wrongly."
Jiang Wuyang didn't say anything, but the tip of the pen he was writing with stopped.
Seeing this, Meng Yanche smiled again.
"The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost. The next line is, 'Fishing lights on the river bank face my sorrowful sleep.' I can't return to Jiangling, a thousand miles away, in a day."
Jiang Wuyang silently crossed out that line of words.
"oh."
This poem is a little too easy to memorize incorrectly.
Seeing Jiang Wuyang paying attention to him, Meng Yanche was extremely happy.
Just as I was about to say something, the radio started playing, and it was the Athletes' March.
"Okay, everyone, get ready and go down to raise the flag."
Sang Wan shouted.
Then he looked at Jiang Wuyang and said, "Let's go, Yangyang."
Jiang Wuyang nodded and placed the book on his test paper, covering the question he had just answered.
He turned around, stood up, and left with Sang Wan.
He didn't even look at Meng Yanche twice the whole time.
Meng Yanche didn't care. He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly behind the two people. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Even Lin Jiachi noticed it.
Lin Jiachi took a leave some time ago to go skiing in Hokkaido and just returned to Yuncheng yesterday.
He was going to ask for leave today, but this time his family disagreed and insisted that he come to class.
I was already annoyed, and now seeing Meng Yanche so happy made me even more annoyed.
"Why are you so happy?"
Although Lin Jiachi disliked Meng Yanche, the sickly green tea girl, he could still speak normally to him.
Meng Yanche glanced at him and said, "I'm happy for you to take care of me."
Lin Jiachi rolled his eyes, so he asked unnecessary questions.
Many classes have already lined up on the playground.
A class stands in two rows, one row for boys and one row for girls.
The flag-raising process is the same as usual.
The host spoke, the leader spoke, and the student representative spoke.
I'm tired of hearing it.
Apart from being a little interested in who the student representative is, almost no one cares about other people and things.
This week's student representative is Gu Peizhi, and the theme is about promoting development through science, which coincides with the physics competition in two days.
While Gu Peizhi was speaking, behind him stood a group of leaders, some familiar and some unfamiliar.
"Principal Huang, is this your top student in physics?"
A man in a black suit, holding a briefcase, stood next to Principal Huang and asked meaningfully.
His eyes fell on Gu Peizhi without blinking.
Principal Huang, as the principal of Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School, was originally extremely arrogant, but at this moment he was hunched over next to this man.
"You...you don't know, but Gu Peizhi is indeed extremely talented in physics. What's particularly rare is that, not only is he good at physics, he hasn't even considered joining a competition class. All the other kids who are good at physics have already gone to competition classes."
“Those who are recommended will be recommended, and those who are admitted through general recruitment will be admitted through general recruitment.”
The man was obviously a little impatient.
He waved his hand to interrupt Principal Huang.
"Did he participate in the Challenge Cup?"
Principal Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm not sure about this... I think he participated."
He doesn't teach their class, so how would he know? He should ask Xi Wencheng about this kind of thing.
When the man saw Principal Huang's expression, his face became expressionless.
People from small places are people from small places.
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