Winter in Jiangcheng always brings a damp, chilly magic attack.
As soon as the bell rang for morning exercises,
It's like forcibly dragging someone from a warm bed into an ice cellar.
On the playground, more than two thousand students hunched their shoulders, stomping their feet in a rhythmic chorus.
The rousing march finally stopped blaring from the loudspeaker.
The microphone emitted a piercing howl.
This was followed by Jiang Changfeng's slow, torturous singing with his heavy accent.
"Hello? Um... everyone, please be quiet for a moment, I have something else to say."
The more than two thousand people in the audience sighed in unison.
In this awful weather,
The three words "Let me tell you something" were more chilling than a cold wind.
Lin Que zipped his school uniform all the way up.
Her chin was tucked into her collar, leaving only her eyes visible.
He stared listlessly at the stubborn tuft of hair sticking up on the back of Luo Ji's head in the front row.
Wu Di, standing next to him, had both hands tucked into his sleeves.
He muttered in a trembling voice, like a foolish son of a landlord:
"It's freezing! It's freezing! What kind of grand philosophy is this old man going to preach to us now?"
Is it going to be another ban on bringing breakfast into the classroom...?
"Cough cough."
The principal cleared his throat, his voice echoing across the empty playground.
"Many students have probably already seen this on the official website of Jinling Academy of Arts."
This weekend.
Our school, in conjunction with the Provincial Department of Education, the Ministry of Culture, and Jinling Academy of Arts, held the 'Provincial Youth Art Exchange Conference'.
It will be held right here in our Yiyuan Building.
The initially restless crowd quieted down a bit.
Yiyuan Building was built by the school at great expense specifically for art students.
Normally only students with artistic talents can enter, while ordinary students are full of curiosity about it.
"This is a rare opportunity, and the province attaches great importance to it."
"Vice Minister Zheng Songxue of the Arts Division of the Education Department will personally attend, as will Professor Yu Yan of Jinling Academy of Fine Arts..."
The principal read out each title with pride in his voice.
The students below reacted indifferently.
For this group of high school students who are struggling with functions and vocabulary,
Forget about ministers and professors, it would be more worthwhile for the cafeteria to add an extra chicken leg for lunch today.
"In addition to these leaders and experts, we are also very honored to have invited a special guest."
The principal's voice suddenly became calmer, revealing a desire to show off while feigning modesty.
"She can be considered a source of pride for Jiangsu Province in its international endeavors."
It's Ye Xi, the internationally renowned young pianist!
Lin Que's eyes, which were originally half-closed,
Upon hearing that name, she slightly opened her eyes a crack.
Ye Xi.
The way the principal pronounced the name sounded so out of place.
What subconsciously came to his mind was that time at the duck blood vermicelli soup shop.
To avoid being recognized, he wrapped himself up like a rice dumpling.
Finally, he even used a secondary account to transfer hush money to the "Fugitive Beethoven".
However, the reactions around him were beyond his expectations.
The previously lifeless art class formation suddenly erupted into a low, suppressed gasp.
Especially the girls who study piano, their eyes shone as if they had seen a faith.
"Ye Xi? It really is her!"
"My God! The school actually invited her? Am I dreaming?!"
The students in the regular classes looked completely bewildered.
Wu Di sniffled and nudged Lin Que with his elbow:
"Brother Que, who is this Ye Xi? Is he famous? Why are those art students acting like they're crazy?"
Before Lin Que could speak, a girl in the front row suddenly turned her head.
That's Liu Hui, the class's arts and culture representative. She usually speaks softly.
But now he was so excited that his cheeks turned red, and even his glasses fogged up.
"Wu Di, you don't even know Ye Xi?"
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