CHAPTER XXI

Language lessons

Ling Xiao's choice obviously made Xu Chenyuan a little unexpected, but he was not a person with a lot of words, and after confirming with Ling Xiao, he didn't say anything more, nodded and got up and went to the office.

In contrast, Shen Qing was obviously much calmer. Blinked and thought about it, and suddenly felt a little disappointed:

"I knew that I would also take martial arts classes, so I really want to see you ...... class"

As she spoke, she suddenly paused again, shaking her head violently: "No, no, no, forget it!" The martial arts teacher heard that it was a professional, and the class was strict, so I, I'd better take a look. In case you feel tired, then ......"

No. 1 Middle School is really the best high school in Jiangcheng, not only does the rate of the college entrance examination reach more than 98% every year, but it also seems to pay attention to cultivating students' interests and multi-directional development. Ling Xiao suddenly had a little more affection for this school, and looked forward to the next high school life - Wanhua Valley was the most free place, and no matter what the disciples in the valley liked, they would be supported and taught by the teachers. If No. 1 Middle School is really just a school dedicated to studying, I'm afraid she really won't be able to stay.

"There is nothing that is not hard to practice martial arts," Ling Xiao thought, smiling indifferently and intercepting her words, "As for whether the teacher is professional or not, you will know when the time comes." ”

She always habitually raised her eyebrows slightly when she spoke, and seemed to be full of conceit.

Shen Qing was stunned, and suddenly felt that the physical education class that he was most afraid of in the past seemed to have suddenly become exciting.

……

At 8 a.m., the first Chinese class started on time.

The Chinese teacher looks very old, about 50 years old, and her body is a little thin.

"Students, please open the book, let's talk about Unit 6 today." Probably because he is not young, he has a bit of an old-fashioned literati style - he speaks in a gentle and soothing tone, "We talked about two modern landscape prose before, and today we will look at an ancient poem and compare it to see what similarities and differences there are." ”

Ling Xiao opened the language book, flipped to the sixth unit according to the words, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he landed-

The first article of the sixth unit is the poet fairy Li Bai's "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell".

She has never seen Li Bai, but the name of the poet immortal has always been like thunder, not to mention that if you really want to talk about it, she and Li Bai may still have a little relationship - the pen name she originally used as a blade was "Baili Maple Flower", which was originally given to Li Bai by Xuanzong, and was later sold at a discount by the drunken immortals and transferred to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, which became her blade.

Ling Xiao was thinking about the old things a little distractedly, but the teacher didn't pause for too long, and continued to speak:

"Poetry still needs to be read more to be appreciated. The whole poem is not very long, so let's ask one of our classmates to get up and read it through. He said as if he suddenly remembered something, paused slightly, and his tone was a little inquiring, "Is there a new classmate today?" It's called—Ling Xiao, isn't it? Raise your hand and let me know each other, okay? ”

When Ling Xiao heard this, he raised his hand very cooperatively.

The teacher nodded suddenly: "Okay, classmate Ling Xiao, then you can read it." ”

Ling Xiao didn't care, he stood up generously, neither picked up the book, nor looked down to read, just brushed the hem of his clothes, and when he withdrew his hand, he took his hand behind him, and opened his mouth:

"Seafarers talk about Yingzhou, and the smoke is slightly blank and the letter is hard to find......"

Chinese is actually the most difficult subject to take - not as logical and fast-paced as science, nor like English, which at least has standards to follow. In addition, the teacher has always been good-tempered, and the students of Rao is No. 1 Middle School are all sensible and good students, and it is inevitable that they will be more casual than other classes in Chinese class, and there will always be some whispering and careless concentration.

But at this moment - the crow was silent.

Everyone seemed to be a little stunned, and looked up at the only girl standing in the seat, who was casually chanting a poem—not "reading", "groaning".

She folded her hands and raised her head slightly, as she had done in the morning when her name had been introduced—not loud, but unusually clear. She didn't deliberately lengthen her tone or change her tone like ordinary recitations, as if she was just casually reading it, but she inexplicably grabbed everyone's attention in an instant. She read one sentence after another without hurrying, but the momentum seemed to be layered, and finally when she read "The same is true of the world's pleasures, everything has flowed in ancient times", and it suddenly reached its peak and exploded.

She paused slightly as she read this, and the hand behind her suddenly let go, and there was an extra pen in her right hand, which was flying up and down between her fingers in a variety of ways, lining her slender white fingers, almost dizzying in the sun.

And she finally raised her eyebrows at this time and raised her voice slightly: "Don't go, when will you return?" And put the white deer between the green cliffs, you must ride to visit the famous mountain. An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy! ”

Missing Li Bai's dissatisfaction and escapism due to being released from Beijing, but he was full of conceit, uninhibited, and-

Merry.

After reading a poem, the voice stopped abruptly.

The classroom was still silent.

After a while, a burst of applause broke the silence. Ling Xiao looked at the sound with some surprise, and saw that it was actually the teacher standing on the podium who took the lead and applauded.

Ling Xiao smiled and nodded slightly at the teacher.

Shen Qing on the side had already come back to his senses at this time, clapping vigorously, his face was slightly red, and his eyes were shining, looking like he was honored:

"So handsome!"

Ling Xiao couldn't help laughing, and he actually had a rare bit of a showmanship, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the pen between his fingers turned more and more dazzlingly.

The students of the fifth class of the second year of high school spent an early self-study and a Chinese class to confirm that this new classmate who was new to them today and looked like a soft girl - handsome and unscientific.

……

The student union sent a notice during the recess exercise, and at half past twelve at noon, the literary and artistic committees of the first and second classes of high school went to the office of the student union for a meeting.

After lunch, Shen Qingyi, as a member of the Literature and Art Committee, reluctantly waved goodbye to Ling Xiao, and went to the student union office for a meeting with his head drooped.

Ling Xiao returned to the classroom alone. The girl sitting at the table in front of her seemed to be a little hesitant, but after a while, she couldn't hold back her curiosity, turned around and introduced herself, and asked her with some curiosity:

"My name is Qin Xiaolan. Ling Xiao, what school did you go to? ”

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that his pursuit of the root cause would be disgusting, and his expression was a little apprehensive.

Ling Xiao didn't care, and frankly and frankly repeated his previous "nonsense" "from the mountains" nonsense, and the girl in front of him suddenly widened her eyes and comforted her again and again:

"Is that so? Then it is very powerful to be able to pass the entrance exam! Don't say that you still take such a high test - the first middle school exam is very difficult, and more than half of the people who just entered the first year of high school failed the exam! And ......"

She paused and whispered, "Morning Chinese class - so handsome!" ”

――The difference in the times makes Ling Xiao's unique conceit and madness in Wanhua Valley more and more special.

Ling Xiao laughed dumbly.

It may be that the "happy conversation" between the two made everyone a lot bolder, and soon other girls came over one after another. Ling Xiao listened to their chit-chat with interest with one hand on his chin, while casually scribbling on the paper with a soft-tip pen.

The efficiency of the student council seems to be quite good-Shen Qing returned to the classroom at one o'clock, closed the door and stood in front of the podium with a pile of materials, and cleared his throat vigorously:

"Everyone, be quiet, there was a meeting just now, and I have a few things to say."

Shen Qing is very popular, as soon as these words came out, the classroom soon began to quiet down, and the students began to return to their seats one after another.

Ling Xiao closed the cap of the pen, looked at the paper he had just painted, flicked his fingers lightly, and reached out to hand it to the girl in the front seat.

"For me?" Qin Xiaolan lowered her voice in some surprise, asked quietly, and then lowered her head to look at Ling Xiao with a smile and nodded, and then bent her eyebrows - on a small piece of white paper, there was a bluegrass drawing.

She doesn't understand Chinese painting, she just thinks it's very good-looking.

"Ahem!" As if sensing the whispering of the two people here, the little girl on the podium immediately looked over and coughed vigorously twice - Ling Xiao leaned back, leaned back in the chair, and then raised his hand to make a zipper movement on the side of his mouth to ensure that he would not speak again, which made Shen Qing on the podium retract his gaze.

"As you all know, it's time for the festival again. This afternoon's class will go to the auditorium to watch the opening ceremony, which will be held on December 22. Shen Qing looked down at his meeting notes and informed them one by one in an orderly manner, "It's similar to last year, each class requires a program for singing, dancing, language and special classes, and after the evaluation, the excellent programs will be performed on stage at the closing ceremony." Photography, calligraphy, painting, and musical instruments are all individual competitions, but the final awards will also be counted towards the total score of the class. ”

"However, this year's calligraphy and drawing competitions have been adjusted a little. The preliminary round is for each class to submit their works - students who want to participate will hand in their works to me by next Friday, and I will submit them to the student council together. As for the finals, this year's format is to draw and write on the spot, which will be a program at the closing ceremony, followed by grading and awarding on the spot. Students who are interested can start preparing early. Shen Qing said, paused slightly, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly added, "By the way, the theme of this year's art festival is - Shaoguang." ”

After Shen Qing finished talking about the general situation, he simply got off the podium and returned to his seat. It was Xu Chenyuan in the back seat who stood up:

"After school this afternoon, the class committee members will stay a little bit, let's have a brief meeting. Everyone knows that the third year of high school does not participate in performances except for the annual graduation chorus. This is the last time we will participate in the festival, and we hope to leave a memory that will satisfy everyone. ”

is a simple two sentences, but it immediately mobilized everyone's enthusiasm.

Ling Xiao glanced thoughtfully at this seemingly taciturn and unspeakable young man, but he was quickly patted on the shoulder by Shen Qing, who returned to his seat:

"What did you give Xiaolan just now? I saw it all! ”

"It's nothing," Ling Xiao retracted his gaze and shook his head with a smile, "It's just graffiti." ”

Who knew that Shen Qing puffed out his cheeks all of a sudden: "I've known each other for so long, and you haven't given me the painting you painted!" ”

Ling Xiao was amused by the sourness and dissatisfaction in her words, shook her head and picked up the soft-tip pen, but after a few brushstrokes, she had already handed over the paper in a moment - a cluster of pretty freehand peach blossoms jumped on the paper.

Shen Qing seemed to be finally satisfied, took the paper and looked at it several times, then carefully put it away, and then raised his head to look at her, his eyes were blazing:

"Lingxiao, the art festival is here! Do you think about it - show off your skills? ”。