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At the same time, today is also the time to release academic assessment results.

Most people are preparing for tomorrow, preparing their own performances, practicing their singing voices, dancing.

But there are some exceptions, like this guy in front of me, Tom Red George Bernard Shaw.

"You know, you always remind me of Rex IV, you are as wise and intelligent as that king [Rex IV: The King of the Dead Country, known for his mediocrity and insignificance]. ”

"You always remind me of Salaton, you are as famous as him, handsome and dashing [Salaton: The biggest traitor in the Rex Kingdom, who once killed his whole family because of a disagreement, and his appearance was born deformed]. ”

"Your grades are very good [one day you will be surpassed]. He chuckled and pointed to the ranking on the small blackboard, "It's the first place in the class again [but one day it won't]." ”

"You're not bad, either. "Yes, are you mocking me [heh, you're not qualified to mock me]?" George Bernard Shaw smiled and shrugged, "If it weren't for that damn multiple-choice question, I would have gotten a perfect score, like you [unless I make a mistake]. "I'm only two points away from you [but it's these two points, you lose]. ”

He was the leader of the ship.

"I've always thought that there was no point in competing like this [we've been competing for too long]. We all have sincere smiles on our faces, as if each other is an old friend who has been together for many years, and the atmosphere is harmonious, just like pulling a family routine, "Grades do not mean everything [can be compared with others]." ”

"No, no, no, the results are the proof of everything [this is not good, I must surpass you]. ”

"But grades and abilities are not equated [why are you holding me up?]. "With the comparison of results, others know that you have worked hard [because I want to prove that I am better than you, better than you]. ”

"Good luck with you, see you next time [I want to win, next time I will compare]"

That's why I don't really like the nobility here. The discussion we just had was full of slang, puns, historical allusions, word meaning analysis, and if it were an ordinary child, you wouldn't even know that you were being scolded.

I don't know what the school thinks about putting his class next to ours.

In the 32 exams, big and small, I won nine times, he won eight, and the rest, all of them, were draws.

If it weren't for the school's rules, most of our two classes would have fought.

"See you tomorrow, and I wish you the blessing of Pazuk [the legendary god of hell who takes pleasure in eating people]. ”

"May you also see the true face of Agnus [the god of doom in ancient legends, it is said that mortals will live forever and be haunted by doom when they see her, and life is better than death]"

I watched him disappear from sight before I let out a sigh of relief.

"Your relationship looks pretty good. "Not a bad one. Paxson listened to him throughout the conversation, "He kept scolding me, and you don't understand it yourself." ”

"Is there one?" "If you don't understand, don't buy stupid." ”

He picked his head and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I don't understand you very well." ”

"Anyway, you don't understand, are you ready for tomorrow?" "Ready. "That's good. ”

Tomorrow's preparation is the focus, and what should have been done by the teacher was given full authority to me, and he himself was the shopkeeper.

I had to get the kids to follow the plan.

In particular, the stage position we were assigned was next to George Bernard Shaw's class, and they started performing at the same time, and the head teacher gave a death order to do better than the next class, and he has always been very bad with the head teacher of the next class.

In this huge school, there are a total of fifteen grades, ten classes each year, each class of forty to forty-five students, the total number of students alone, the total number of students is about 6,500, and there are four cafeterias alone, so it is conceivable that the day of the celebration will be very lively.

In order to fulfill the death order of the head teacher, I spent a lot of effort.

All day today, there were no classes, all were rehearsals.

Everyone was in the classroom, and the desks, chairs, and benches were moved away and put together again, freeing up a large space.

Five or six boys and girls are rehearsing their own plays, some are fiddling with the streamers in their hands, some are adjusting their voices, everything seems chaotic and full of order, uh... Wait a minute.

Was it my delusion, or was the ring in Don Quixote's hand really shining?

This child, who has always been silent, knocked his tune on the table with his hand, humming softly, his body swaying slightly with his tune, and three fireballs flickering regularly around him, it feels weird to the extreme, and his temperament seems to be... Changed?

I found a random place to sit down and practice my own tune, Don Quixote was very strange, but since I couldn't find anything weird, I had to put it down first and talk about it later.

Because they planned the event themselves, everyone was highly motivated and full of efficiency.

Hopefully I can really complete that death order.

It's about nine o'clock in the morning, there's only one day left, and we need to speed things up.

I started to do backflips on the spot, it was quite difficult at first, the key is to see if you dare or not, dare to take the first step, and then practice slowly, nothing can be taken shortcuts, and there will be side effects when you go.

I was still a little unskilled, and once again I almost fell straight to the ground (not professional, after all).

The classroom was chaotic and annoying, and everyone was working hard.

"Albert, how did you do that?" Cecilia leaned over over her head, "I've never seen anyone roll in mid-air?"

"It just takes a little courage, and so can you. "I wouldn't dare anyway. ”

It was a sunny day, the sun was shining, but there was still wind.

Everyone was rehearsing in an orderly manner, and then...

All of a sudden it was quiet.

A beautiful tune that these people had never heard before, at first, quietly, then gradually louder, echoing through the classroom.

I looked at the person who was singing, it was Don Quixote, he was singing this song, this beautiful and elegant song, and his voice was also very good, and he grasped the feeling of every note.

A very beautiful song indeed.

His songs are sure to be the best, especially those that go against the conventional arias of this world, but they can create a good feeling that is unbelievable to the people of this world.

Music knows no borders and different cultures, but good is good.

Don Quixote is sure to attract a lot of attention, and maybe he will be regarded as a musical genius.

I now understand what his hidden secret is.

I recognize this tune:

Blue and white porcelain.