Winter in Jiangcheng is thorny.
When the wind blows, it sneaks in through the collar and cuffs.
The order to dismiss after morning exercises was given.
More than two thousand people surged into the teaching building like ants whose nest had been disturbed.
The classroom door of Class 3, Grade 11 was suddenly kicked open.
A wave of heat, a mixture of the smell of steamed buns, soy milk, and excess hormones, hit me.
Lin Que squeezed into the classroom with the crowd, and as soon as he stepped across the threshold, his glasses were instantly covered in white light.
The world was cut off by this sudden fog.
All that remained were the noisy voices of the surrounding people.
He took off his glasses and casually wiped them with the corner of his school uniform.
Before my vision had cleared, I heard an unusual commotion coming from the front row.
At this time of day, everyone is usually busy catching up on sleep or copying homework.
Today, however, they formed a circle around each other, their enthusiasm even greater than when they were looking at exam rankings.
"Holy crap! Really? This is too much..."
"Don't push! Let me take one more look!"
At the center of the crowd is Liu Hui, the arts and culture committee member.
She held a copy of the magazine "Philharmonic" printed on glossy paper in her hands and carefully spread it out on her desk.
"See that? The Golden Hall! That's the Golden Hall!"
Liu Hui's voice trembled, and her fingertips hovered lightly over the magazine page, as if afraid of soiling the photo.
"While we're still struggling to rank in the monthly exams, they're already holding a solo concert in Vienna!"
We're both sixteen, but I feel like I just came into this world to make up the numbers, while she's the one who got the lead actress's script!
Lin Que put his glasses back on his nose and squinted as he glanced over there.
The photos were taken with great care.
Under the warm golden light, a young girl dressed in a black backless dress sat in front of a Steinway piano.
His back was straight like that of a proud swan.
The snapshot was taken precisely at the instant her hands were raised.
Her long hair drew a sharp arc in the air.
Indeed, she has a lot of style.
But who could have imagined that...
This proud swan is wearing an image of a rabbit smashing a piano.
And they even posted drooling emojis about roadside barbecue without any regard for their image...
"Oh My God."
A boy next to him stared wide-eyed.
"Look at these fingers... they're longer than my life!"
"It would be great if I could go in and get an autograph right now."
The sports committee member was rubbing his hands together, looking on with anticipation.
What are you thinking about?
Liu Hui pushed up her glasses, ruthlessly pouring cold water on the situation.
"That was an exchange meeting co-organized by the school and the province. They were special guests, so Goddess Ye Xi must have been with the team the whole time."
"well--"
A chorus of sighs rose from the surrounding area.
Just then, two clear coughs came from the classroom doorway.
The once noisy market instantly went silent.
The crowd surrounding Liu Hui's table scattered like birds and beasts in less than three seconds.
Everyone sat upright in their seats, holding their textbooks in a serious manner.
Shen Qingqiu walked into the classroom in low-heeled leather shoes, holding her signature blue folder in her hand.
She looked around.
His gaze lingered for a second on the magazine that Liu Hui hadn't yet put away on her desk.
He didn't say anything, he just walked up to the podium.
"Two things," Shen Qingqiu said succinctly.
"First, the class meeting during the last period on Friday will proceed as scheduled."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire class.
"Secondly, regarding the youth art exchange event this weekend."
The audience members immediately perked up their ears.
"The school arranged for reception and accompaniment."
In addition to the eight designated spots for the student council, school leaders decided to select several more volunteers from the second-year high school students.
Shen Qingqiu held up two fingers.
"There are two spots available in our class."
The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the classroom seemed to ignite.
The sports committee member, who was just lamenting that he couldn't get in, suddenly had eyes that lit up like two light bulbs.
"This is a rare opportunity."
Shen Qingqiu continued, her tone calm yet alluring.
"Not only can we have close contact with leaders from the Provincial Department of Education, but also with Professor Yu Yan from Jinling Academy of Arts,"
And... that student Ye Xi you were just discussing.
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