Saturday, 7:30 a.m.
The winter fog in Jiangcheng was damp and heavy.
Inhaling it felt like swallowing a mouthful of half-melted ice crystals, even making the bones feel sour.
At the entrance of Yiyuan Building,
Twenty-five students in red and white school uniforms stood in two rows, all hissing from the cold.
This is what is known as an "elite force".
Besides the eight key figures of the student council,
The rest are the representatives chosen by each class.
For example, Liu Hui from Class 3 of Grade 11,
He was nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, muttering to himself.
I don't know if he's memorizing English vocabulary or a reception script.
Lin Que stood at the end of the line, his hands tucked into his sleeves.
Compared to the tense backs of those around him, his posture was relaxed.
His gaze drifted over the heads of the crowd, aimlessly fixed on the bare tree branches.
"Stand up straight! Be more alert later!"
Dean Fei Yuncheng was dressed in a sharp black suit, his hair slicked back and shiny.
He held a walkie-talkie in his hand, his sharp eyes sweeping over the group of students.
"Today, we have provincial leaders and experts and professors from Jinling Academy of Arts! You represent the face of Jiangcheng No.1 High School!"
Fei Yuncheng's loud voice echoed in the empty square.
"Especially the students in charge of guiding, have you memorized the route?"
You must know exactly where the toilets and rest areas are by heart!
Don't let your boss ask you for directions to the restroom and you end up pointing to the hot water room!
A suppressed chuckle rippled through the group, only to be silenced by Fei Yuncheng's stern glare.
Lin Que yawned, but his mind was on the WeChat chat history from last night.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Frustrated.jpg] Help! Why is this car taking so long? I feel like my butt is going to be flattened!
[Beethoven on the run]: Moreover, the atmosphere on the bus was too strange. Minister Zheng kept talking about "macro-control of art education," which gave me a headache.
I could only pretend to read a book, but I picked up the wrong one and grabbed a book that my dad compiled himself called "Advanced Piano Fingering," which I've worn out from reading it so many times!
【木欮】: Just bear with it, for the sake of Jiangcheng's barbecue.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Crying] The key is that I still have to maintain a facade! My dad tells me to pay attention to my image, not to play on my phone, and not to slouch like Ge You.
I'm just a emotionless smiling machine now. [Rabbit smashing a piano.jpg]
Lin Que couldn't help it.
A very soft laugh escaped from his nose, and the white breath he exhaled dispersed before his eyes.
It seems that the internationally renowned piano prodigy has suffered a lot along the way.
"Lin Que! What are you laughing at?"
Fei Yuncheng's radar accurately captured Lin Que's micro-expression, and his brows furrowed:
"Be serious! Look at you, your tie is all crooked!"
Lin Que straightened his tie and replied lazily:
"Director Fei, I did this to showcase the positive and confident spirit of our school's students."
Fei Yuncheng was momentarily speechless, and was about to lash out...
A series of hurried footsteps came from not far away.
Principal Jiang Changfeng strode over.
Jiang Changfeng was clearly dressed up carefully today, wearing a dark red tie and a school badge pinned to his chest.
His face wore that standardized smile that had been practiced a thousand times.
He is both enthusiastic and composed, befitting a school principal.
"Alright, Director Fei, stop scolding them. It's not easy for the kids to get up so early."
Jiang Changfeng waved his hand, signaling Fei Yuncheng to calm down.
Then he looked at the group of students, his tone softening slightly.
"I have some news to share: the provincial inspection team and experts from Jinling Academy of Arts arrived at our city's hotel last night."
A murmur rippled through the ranks.
"So fast?"
"They arrived last night?"
Liu Hui gasped softly.
Jiang Changfeng nodded, his expression somewhat grave:
"This shows that the province attaches great importance to this exchange meeting."
Therefore, the opening ceremony, originally scheduled for 9 o'clock, may be moved forward.
Everyone needs to be extremely vigilant.
"Especially Ye Xi."
Jiang Changfeng emphasized the name, his eyes gleaming.
"She is a special guest at this exchange meeting and is also your peer."
When receiving guests, it's important to be mindful of the appropriate level of hospitality; be warm and welcoming, but don't lose sight of the decorum expected of our school.
"yes!"
The students responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.
Jiang Changfeng nodded in satisfaction and began to inspect the troops as if he were reviewing military operations.
He walked to the end of the line, his gaze sweeping over the students who stood tall and proud, finally settling on Lin Que.
My steps faltered.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, that hint of surprise turned into a meaningful smile.
"Lin Que?"
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