A group of people sat in a row, all sitting on the ground.
Jiang Wuyang glanced at Xi Yubai. Is this really a teacher? His features and appearance were all on her mind. But if he was a teacher, forget it.
Xi Yubai didn't notice Jiang Wuyang's gaze. He looked at the roll call list seriously and signaled the next student to get ready.
The next person happened to be Jiang Yiran.
Gu Peizhi's dancing result just now was so good that he felt a little stressed.
Pursed her lips.
His eyes fell on Ruan Anan's face, and Ruan Anan smiled at him.
"Come on, brother Yiran."
Jiang Yiran gave Ruan Anan a soothing smile.
With the anticipation built up by the previous student, it would be a big disappointment if the student behind him did not dance well.
Jiang Yiran pursed his lips, feeling unusually nervous.
He opened and closed his eyes, took a run-up and jumped out.
Everyone was silent for a moment.
Xi Yubai still reacted indifferently, as if no matter whether the results were good or bad, it would not affect his mood.
"Two meters fifty-eight."
As soon as the words fell, there was silence all around, followed by some whispers.
"No way, that's it? I thought it would be the same as the last one."
"Uh, that's a bit far."
"It's so funny, what a poor guy, he's actually ranked behind the great god"
…
These words reached Jiang Yiran's ears without missing a word.
Jiang Yiran's face was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help blushing.
In fact, such results are already pretty good among boys, but it is slightly inferior to Gu Peizhi just now.
Ruan Anan also walked forward and handed the coat to Jiang Yiran. This was Jiang Yiran's last chance. It would be over after he finished dancing.
"Brother Yiran, it's okay. You're already very good."
It’s better not to comfort...
Jiang Yiran took the coat with a cold expression and did not respond.
After putting on his coat, he left angrily, completely forgetting that Ruan Anan was going to do the high jump later.
Sang Wan commented: "He's broken, right? Right? Right? Bro, broken defense!"
Gu Peizhi patted Sang Wan's forehead in amusement. He tried to stop her, but his tone was doting: "Don't talk nonsense."
Sang Wan curled her lips and said nothing more.
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