╰( ̄▽ ̄)╭There will be training in the next two days, and everything else will be slowed down first. Allow me to save up some manuscripts to ensure daily updates.

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Qu Qi and Wu Ziyue's seamless analysis one after the other listened to Jiang Qiufeng's ears, and he also deeply agreed, so he passed the mention of the literary and art committee, and then asked others if they had any good ideas.

Class 1 to Class 9 are all places where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, why are they in class 10, and there are few capable people who can use them?

The class cadres all frowned and thought, looking like they had a headache and no idea.

In fact, Qu Qi thinks that this discussion is quite redundant at all, just ask her if this "prophet" is over?

Although the memory is not much or incomplete, the program that came out of the tenth class in the first year of high school was a poetry recitation, and she still remembers.

The reciter is Wu Ziyue.

Although the poetry recitation of the tenth class of high school did not win any awards, Qu Qi felt that Wu Ziyue's recitation was quite good.

I didn't know who finalized the poetry recitation program, but now no one mentions it, and Qu Qi doesn't want to waste Wu Ziyue's talent, so she simply said: "Why don't you apply for a poetry recitation?" ”

As soon as the words came out, Wu Ziyue immediately looked over, and there was a fire beating in her eyes.

Wu Ziyue's opinion in the belly: I still had a tacit understanding with myself just now, and I sold myself as soon as I turned my head? What kind of thing? Poetry recitation is such a frustrating program, who wants to perform? You mention yì, why don't you go on it yourself?

The alliance just now collapsed.

Other people couldn't think of it with a headache, but now that Qu Qi is taking the lead, they naturally echo without saying a word.

Wu Ziyue's face was full of reluctance, and it was difficult for people to ignore that bitter expression.

Jiang Qiufeng also wanted to follow Qu Qi's words, but looking at the expression on Wu Ziyue's face, he still thought about it for a moment and asked Wu Ziyue what he meant.

Wu Ziyue is not stupid, if she refuses at this time, maybe tomorrow she will say that she has no sense of collective honor in the class, and she can't wear this hat as soon as she buttons it down. Thinking about it like this, she felt that Qu Qi was completely taking medicine for herself.

Thinking of Qu Qi, Wu Ziyue thought that the other party was going to drag herself into the water, so she should fight back, so she quickly replied to Jiang Qiufeng and said: "Poetry recitation is indeed okay, and there is no need to worry about occupying too much rehearsal time." However, one person's poetry recitation is too much, otherwise we will go to the double file, right? I can also watch Qu Qi. ”

squinted his eyes and gave Qu Qi a "how good you are" look.

Qu Qi caught that look steadily, and sighed in his heart. The heart said that you used to be the one who took the lead, why do you look unwilling now?

Of course, she forgot that Wu Ziyue was the squad leader, so she naturally had the responsibility to maintain the collective sense of honor. But now Wu Ziyue is just a deputy squad leader, and it should be Qu Qi's turn to maintain the collective sense of honor.

Qu Qi glanced at Jiang Qiufeng and saw that he didn't speak, he should be considering the feasibility.

So he hurriedly said: "Teacher, they all say that the three stinkers are on top of one Zhuge Liang, I think we might as well ask everyone in the class tomorrow for their opinions? ”

A good idea indeed.

Everyone else began to nod their heads in agreement.

The main reason why others nodded was that it would take a lot of time to discuss it again, and it was not necessarily possible to come up with a final version. But now that school is over, everyone wants to go home early.

Jiang Qiufeng saw that these students were obviously absent-minded, and knew that it would not be effective to discuss it any longer, so he could only announce the dismissal of the meeting.

Before leaving, it was finalized: "Tomorrow morning, at class, bring up your ideas, and the class will discuss and vote together." ”

The class cadres said yes in unison.

After sending off the head teacher, the class cadres hurriedly packed up their things and left. Wu Ziyue passed by Qu Qi's side before leaving, and said to her: "You want to push me out to die?

Qu Qi: "......"

What a misunderstanding.

Early the next morning, the morning reading class had just begun, and the head teacher Jiang Qiufeng strode into the classroom.

At this time, the students in the classroom were enthusiastically discussing what program to perform at the school celebration party, and for a while, the crowd was in high spirits, and all kinds of brains were opened, and even the teacher couldn't stop the car when he came.

Jiang Qiufeng knocked on the table several times before the students in the classroom quieted down.

is different from the head teacher of other classes, Wei Ji has to rely on roaring, and Jiang Qiufeng, the head teacher of class 10, is still very cultivated.

Jiang Qiufeng looked at the students who had quieted down, and his eyes finally stopped on Qu Qi's face, with both blame and joy in his eyes, which was always very weird.

At this time, Qu Qi happened to be looking at him, and it should be said that the eyes of the whole class were on the head teacher.

Jiang Qiufeng was silent for a few seconds, and then coughed twice Quan Dang's opening remarks: "The program of this school celebration show has been set......" As soon as he spoke, everyone waited for the following, didn't they say that they were going to vote?

"Qu Qi will play a violin solo in our class, okay?" Jiang Qiufeng said and motioned to Qu Qi.

Qu Qi was directly confused.

Meng Letian and Wu Ziyue looked at Qu Qi for the first time, a little stunned and a little surprised.

After that, the rest of the class threw shocked eyes.

The first question that comes to everyone's mind is: Qu Qi can play the violin?

How did Jiang Qiufeng know about the violin?

Qu Qizheng was puzzled, Jiang Qiufeng had already explained to her: "Fu Yuke from the first class specially asked to have a discussion with you at the school celebration performance. ”

Fu Yuke...... Qu Qi couldn't guess that it was Fu Yuke.

I can't guess why Fu Yuke wants to learn piano skills with himself, according to professionalism, does Fu Yuke still need to learn from himself?

[Host, she's trying to punch you in the face.] 】

Qu Qi was surprised and the system spoke, "She wants to hit me in the face?"

I can't be calm.

[Don't panic, host, your violin level is professional, don't be afraid at all.] The system is very confident in this.

But the system's confidence does not mean that Qu Qi is also confident, and to this day, except that the system says that she can play the violin, she herself is unaware. Not to mention that she had never touched a violin, she didn't know anything about violin.

Fu Yuke's slap in the face is too hard, isn't it? Qu Qi can't remember that she has offended Fu Yuke.

Since he hasn't offended, why did Fu Yuke embarrass himself?

Qu Qi was about to have a headache when she thought about it, but Jiang Qiufeng on the podium couldn't hear Qu Qi's squeak, so he asked her again if she could go on again. But after asking, she looked like she couldn't refuse, "For the sake of the collective honor of the class, you can't refuse." ”

For the collective sense of honor of the class......

The eyes of the students in the class were all shining with this information, and Qu Qi, who was looking at it for a while, couldn't open his mouth if he wanted to refuse.

In fact, the students' thoughts are very simple: don't rack your brains to think about the show, oh yes, violin competition, such a, you have to see it, wow, there are such characters in our class, waiting for onlookers.

Jiang Qiufeng originally thought that Fu Yuke was joking with him, why didn't Qu Qi in the class mention it in the admission file if he knew how to play the violin. But now Qu Qi neither nodded nor shook his head, which made Jiang Qiufeng's slightest doubt dissipate with the wind.

The show was just decided, and the morning reading class was over.

Qu Qi hadn't woken up yet, and someone was already shouting at the door of the classroom: "Qu Qi, Fu Yuke is looking for you-"