I squeezed out of the small slit on the side of the table and continued, "Because 840,000 VND is just enough to exchange for 250 yuan!" ”

With that, I slipped out of the classroom from the edge of the stage, shivered as soon as I went out, and quickly shrunk my neck into the collar, and then I remembered how comfortable and warm the room was.

I wanted to go directly to Zhao Min's class to find her, but unfortunately she also went out early. From a distance, I saw her carrying a paper bag in her hand, wearing the same little black trench coat we wore when we first met, but she looked cool with a cold face.

"I remember your trench coat......"

Before I could finish, she handed me the paper bag and took out a scarf from it and wrapped it around my neck. The scarf was narrow and not long, it was the hand-knit kind, and it looked white in the night light, but I knew it was lake blue.

Since I was a child, my mother has always used lake blue velvet to knit sweaters for me, because of the increase in height, I always knit and dismantle, so that there is an obvious color difference between the upper and lower parts of the sweater.

I felt a warm current welling up in my chest, but I wasn't sure what kind of emotion it was.

"Shall we go?"

Zhao Min doesn't seem to be on the same channel as everyone tonight, which is not difficult to guess, because she is the kind of person who puts emotions on her face. It's just that I don't know if it's as Qian Duo said, girls always have a few days a month when they are in a bad mood and need to be coaxed.

"Okay!"

I've made up my mind to be a quiet listener. It's just that we walked from the small garden to the playground, turned around along the 400-meter track and returned to the edge of the small garden, and she didn't say a word. Just when I couldn't help but open my mouth, she asked me inexplicably:

"Will you recite Qin Guan's Queqiao Immortal?"

"Did Xianyun fool that one?"

"Hmm."

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

In order to show off how familiar I am with this poem, I recited it at a very fast pace and without any feeling. I thought she was either complimenting or joking. But it turns out that the answer is often something you can't guess.

"There's a book in the paper bag, I'll give it to you, I'll go back first." She turned away and didn't wave goodbye to me as she normally would.

Looking at Zhao Min's back as he gradually moved away, my heart was as inexplicable as the poem I memorized.

When I took out the unpackaged "Anthology of Tang Poetry and Song Lyrics" from the paper bag, I not only instantly forgot the inexplicability, but also spontaneously gave birth to a hint of joy. I inadvertently glanced at the Forgetfulness Pavilion surrounded by flowers and trees, and felt that it was so lonely, as if it was not me who was lonely.

I put the "Selected Tang Poetry and Song Ci" back in the paper bag, turned around and walked towards the class. As soon as I rounded the corner of the garden, I noticed a diminutive man in the classroom hallway, leaning against the window and peeking in.

When I walked up to him, I realized that the outermost audience of this party was none other than the little prince of science. When he found me, he just stood there and giggled at me. I raised my hand and pointed into the classroom, asking him if he wanted to go in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said the word "you", he turned around and walked out of the hallway, but he still had a smile on his face. I saw that he had misunderstood, so I rushed forward and stopped him.

When I dragged the little prince of science to push open the front door of the classroom, Ma Feng, the self-proclaimed prince of love songs in our class, known as Ren Xianqi of No. 2 Middle School, was singing "Your face with tears" in his original wailing voice.

I also have no intention of appreciating it, and besides, we can't appreciate Ma Feng's elegant voice, but directly found Qin Xiaoqin and asked her to try to invite the little prince of science to sing a song after Ma Feng's elegance is finished.

But what I didn't expect was that after Ma Feng finished howling, someone took the lead in coaxing him to do another song, but the leader Miao Zhenxing (Zhu Keliang's tablemate) didn't seem to be professional enough, and not even one person echoed him.

It's no wonder, after all, what he's good at is taking money to run errands for people. In desperation, Ma Feng was quite knowledgeable, and his voice was already uncomfortable when he put down a sentence, and after singing a reluctant word, he returned the microphone to Qin Xiaoqin, who had been waiting on the side for a long time.

The little prince of science happily took the microphone, happily accepted Qin Xiaoqin's invitation to his senior, and sang a song "My Motherland" - a big river with wide waves, the wind blows on both sides of the rice and flowers, and my family lives on the shore, and I am used to hearing the trumpet of the captain and seeing the white sails on the boat. The girl is like a flower......

Although he has been clubbing at the beginning, and he doesn't have much body language, as for whether he sings well or not, I think the audience's eyes are bright.

At that moment, I would rather believe that the singer is the real him, where is the spiritual problem? It's just that this era doesn't need a singer like him! In other words, this thing is outdated!

At the end of the song, Wei Chang stopped the little prince of science at the right time.

"Is everyone rapping well?"

"Good!"

A good word is simple enough, but the sound shakes the roof tiles. At this time, I deliberately glanced at Ma Feng's position, and he had already lowered his usual high head, so low that I couldn't see his face at all.

"Do you want another one?"

"Yes!"

But our client didn't appreciate it and shook his head like a rattle. Yes, he still giggled, as if the smile had been memorized by his facial muscles.

No one thought he would refuse, just as no one thought he would fall off the list, and as for the reason, I can only offer two options – accidental or inevitable. As a reminder: maybe the correct answer is from the wrong person.

I began to sympathize with his madness again.

After handing over the microphone, the little prince of science first walked to the lectern, then folded back and stopped in front of me, who was sitting in the first row, and wrote the words "My name is Feng Qiwu" on the desk with chalk, and then straightened up and waited aside, and no longer giggled.

For his words, I can only say that although he didn't want to, he really gave the words a resounding slap in the face.

I didn't tell if he was tired from his facial muscles or anything else, but I hurriedly took out the language book from the drawer, opened the cover, and pointed out to him my name in a frameless self-engraved stamp.

After reading it, he asked me for a pen, and as quickly as possible in the small poem I scribbled on my hand, "The flowers are burning again, and the swallows are returning to the swallows." Mo Dao waits for tomorrow, and time is not idle. "I wrote quickly—