The rain is still falling.
It tapped softly against the windowpane.
Although Shen Qingqiu suppressed the riot during the morning reading session with swift and decisive measures,
But the atmosphere in the classroom was still somewhat restless.
That suppressed excitement was like a spark hidden under the ashes, ready to reignite at any moment.
Shen Qingqiu quoted two sentences from the preface to "The Biography of Court Musicians in the History of the Five Dynasties".
Looking at the faces of those below the stage, clearly not in the right state of mind, I sighed inwardly.
These kids are completely captivated by those two books.
"Alright, let's stop for a moment."
Shen Qingqiu put down the chalk and dusted off her hands.
The students below the stage immediately perked up, thinking that the teacher was about to lose her temper or give a surprise dictation test.
"There's something I need to let you know."
Shen Qingqiu placed her hands on the podium and scanned the entire class with her gaze.
New Year's Day is just around the corner.
The school's New Year's Eve party this year is larger than usual, and each class is required to put on a high-quality performance.
"ah……"
A chorus of wails erupted from the audience.
For most students, the New Year's Eve party is an awkward occasion.
I want to watch the excitement, but I don't want to be a part of it myself.
After all, nobody wants to be embarrassed in front of the entire school.
What's more, it takes up precious study (playing on the phone) time.
"Don't shout."
Shen Qingqiu glared at them.
"This is a mission."
Hu Cheng, Liu Hui, Zhang Ya
As class leaders, you should take the lead in thinking about this.
Singing, dancing, skits, and stand-up comedy are all fine, as long as it doesn't violate the rules.
Squad leader Hu Cheng pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowed.
My fingers tapped unconsciously on the textbook.
He looked like he was plotting how to complete the task in the most convenient way.
Art committee member Liu Hui's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something.
But after looking around at the classmates who were all slouching and leaning, he pursed his lips in frustration.
Zhang Ya, on the other hand, didn't even bother to lift her head.
No one responded.
An eerie silence fell over the classroom.
Everyone tried their best to make themselves inconspicuous, afraid of making eye contact with the teacher.
Shen Qingqiu's gaze swept around the classroom.
Zhang Ya?
No, this kid is too serious. If he goes up there, he'll probably just recite poetry, which is too dry.
Wu Di?
Forget it, all he can do on stage is eat two steamed buns in one bite; he doesn't have any other talents.
Finally, Shen Qingqiu's gaze pierced through the obstacles and precisely locked onto the corner of the last row.
Lin Que was lying face down on the table.
He built a bunker with a stack of books, completely shielding himself.
With the ostrich-like confidence unique to students.
As long as I can't see the teacher, the teacher can't see me.
"Lin Que".
Shen Qingqiu possessed a penetrating power.
There was no movement behind the pile of books.
"Stop pretending to be asleep."
Shen Qingqiu raised her voice.
“I know you’re awake.”
Wu Di, standing next to him, poked Lin Que in the ribs without any sense of loyalty and gave him a wink.
All eyes in the class turned to that corner.
Lin Que peeked half his head out from behind the pile of books, looking completely bewildered.
"Teacher, I was just reciting the line 'Though it is said to be the will of Heaven, is it not also a matter of human affairs'? Did you call for me?"
"Don't interrupt me."
Shen Qingqiu looked at him with a half-smile.
"You'd like to perform something for the New Year's Eve party."
"I?"
Lin Que pointed to his nose, his eyes wide open.
"Teacher, please spare me."
I am tone-deaf, have stiff limbs, and can't do anything except eat and sleep.
What are you asking me to perform? Sleep on stage?
Stop being so cheeky.
Shen Qingqiu wasn't buying it at all.
"You're the top prize winner in our class and a prominent figure in the whole school. If you don't take the lead, who will?"
"Teacher, but the top prize is for an essay, which isn't a talent award."
Lin Que tried to reason with him.
"How about... I write an essay on the spot?"
Or you could memorize a letter about heaven or something? That would be so educational.
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