Two people lie on their backs on the bed.

"Sansa isn't your real name, is she?" Sen asked suddenly. There is a habit of using a stage name in the charm, and most people will not use their real name as a stage name.

"No, my real name is Ye Jialan." Sansa replied honestly.

"Jialan? Is it the Jialan of Buddhism? ”

"No, it's the Jia, the blue of the blue." Shanshan explained.

"That sounds like a good name."

"Hmm." It should be quiet. Sen looked sideways and saw that Sansa had fallen asleep.

Sen repeated the words "Jialan, Jialan,..." reached out and took Shanshan into his arms, listening to Shanshan's even breathing, and also fell asleep together.

In the morning, Sansa woke up at half-past eight and almost overslept. I felt a pain all over my body when I got up, and yesterday the exercise was too intense, and the consequences were very serious. It seems that overindulgence is really unacceptable, and when I think of this, I can't help but glance back at someone who is still asleep on the bed. Then he hurriedly freshened up, changed his clothes, had breakfast, and hurried upstairs to the director's office, only five minutes before nine o'clock.

The director glanced at Shanshan, who was panting, and said lightly, "You really have a strong sense of time, and the time is just right." Let's go, I'll take you to the classroom. So saying, he took the lead out of the road.

Sansa followed, taking a few deep breaths to even out her breath.

This morning was a vocal lesson, and the students were all seated in the classroom. The director had just brought Shanshan in, and the teacher had arrived.

"This new student, you will get along well in the future." The director left this sentence, left the person behind, and left.

Shanshan hurriedly introduced herself, "My name is Shanshan, I'm sorry to disturb everyone, please take care of me." Then he bowed.

"Alright, find a seat and sit down, we're going to start class." It was the vocal teacher who spoke.

Sansa quickly glanced at the classroom and found an empty seat to sit down. The location of the vocal music classroom is not fixed, except for small stools arranged in a disorderly manner. So if you want a seat, come early, move the stool yourself, and sit with whomever you want.

The vocal teacher began to play the piano and played, "Who's going to audition today?" ”

"Teacher," someone raised his hand and said, "the new student must have an outstanding performance when she is so late to be a transfer student, let her try." ”

"Alright then, the new kid, it's called Sansan. Get up and try. This sentence laid the foundation for Shanshan's fate.

Sansa stood up.

The audition is that the teacher plays a note, and you play a tune. Shanshan has never been professionally trained, so how could she answer correctly, so she could only pull a few tunes randomly. The classmates were fainting with laughter. Someone else said, "I dare to be a transfer student without any vocal foundation, I really admire her courage." Another said, "At this level, I feel sorry for her." ”

Shanshan's face turned red as soon as she "soared". On the first day of class, there was such a big ugliness, it was really dizzy.

However, the vocal teacher did not fall into the trap, "Although the tone is completely wrong, the timbre is very good." It's hard to keep up if you want to. "It's almost the final word.

Shanshan sat back in frustration, but she still listened carefully to the vocal teacher's explanation, teaching pronunciation and practicing tone, only to know that most of the students in Lu Dao could sing very well after a month of study. Sansa felt that her task was heavy again.

I finally got a vocal lesson. It's all under the watchful eye of the students. Because it's often her who breaks the sound. Thinking that the first lesson was so difficult, what a dark beginning.

After class, the classmates left in pairs, leaving Shanshan alone. Shanshan hurriedly stopped Yuan Yuan and returned the notes she borrowed yesterday, "Xie Lu Xie Yuanyuan, this has helped me a lot." ”

"You're welcome." Yuan Yuan took the notebook and said politely. I don't know what Lu Dao is for, today's Yuan Yuan is not as enthusiastic as yesterday, and it seems a little rusty.

"Yuan Yuan, I just came, I don't understand anything, you have to help me. You're my only friend here. Shanshan had no choice but to try to use enthusiasm and dependence in exchange for her attention.

"What are you talking about, of course I'll help you." Yuan Yuan finally regained some enthusiasm.

"It's just the first class that is so tragic, and I really don't have confidence in the future." Sansa spoke out her uneasiness.

"It's okay, I've been in class for two days, and it's much better to get used to it, which was the same when I first started." Yuan Yuan saw that Shanshan was so dependent on himself, and he talked to himself, so he quickly comforted.

"Yuan Yuan, are you leaving? If you don't go, I'll go first. A classmate shouted in front of me.

"I'll go, let's go together, this is Yueyue. This is Sanshan. Yuan Yuan introduced Shanshan to Yueyue.

"I know it, Sanshan." She nodded to Sansan.

"Yueyue, Yuanyuan, together it is just the full moon, no wonder you are good friends, this meaning is really good." Sansa immediately answered sensibly.

This was a nice thing to say, and it immediately caged the hearts of the two women. They laughed.

Soon, the three of them were as good as one person, and walked to the calligraphy and painting classroom together. Women's feelings sometimes come out of nowhere. A few students who had just come over saw the three of them, pouted and said, "It's really like a gathering of likes." ”

The tables and chairs in the calligraphy and painting classroom are arranged neatly, and everyone has a large table for practicing calligraphy, Shanshan came late, there was no table, and the director temporarily ordered it to be added, just next to the window. The light is good, but the location is a little off.

Today the teacher taught a "static" character, it seems that the strokes have been taught, and now I start writing. Shanshan has always been good at writing when she is studying, but she is not good at writing large characters. She can only trace the strokes first according to her own feelings.

As she was copying in earnest, she suddenly heard an exclamation from the side, and a few drops of ink were thrown over, staining Shanshan's desktop at once, and two or three black flowers bloomed on her white dress.

Shanshan froze for a moment, and the eyes of the whole class turned to her, including the calligraphy and painting teacher. But no one paid attention to the initiator.

"Who are you? I remember not having you in class before. The calligraphy and painting teacher asked.

"She's a new transfer student today." Someone replied on behalf of Shanshan.

"Why are you so careless, you can't write, you have to be careful, hurry up and deal with it." The calligraphy and painting teacher reproached. He didn't see anything in front of him, thinking that Sansa had accidentally gotten it herself. However, when the students heard the voice, they all knew that it was the credit of Shanshan's table next to Xiuxiu. It's just that no one thinks about correcting anything with the painting and calligraphy teacher.

Instead, a voice sneered, "If you can't write, don't write, why are you making this situation now?" ”

There was also a voice that said, "I still wear a white dress in calligraphy and painting class, I really don't know what she thinks?" ”

"Yes, if you don't know how to write, don't write, it's embarrassing, and you dare to be a transfer student at this level, and then drag down our overall level." There are also people who fall into the stone path.