At 8 o'clock in the morning on Sunday, all the teachers, students and school leaders of the No. 3 Middle School, except for the students and teachers of the third year of junior high school, gathered in the school auditorium. Among these people are not only those who are currently in school, but also retired teachers and early graduates who graduated from No. 3 High School and now have very high grades in their respective industries.

It wasn't until I heard the two hosts take turns to introduce these graduates that I realized that there were so many celebrities who walked out of No. 3 Middle School. Listening to the names of those celebrities who are usually very familiar, I didn't feel that I began to have a series of fantasies about the future, so I poked Fu Chengwen who was sitting next to me and asked him in a low voice:

"Hey, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future."

Hearing my question, I felt that Fu Chengwen gave me an unceremonious glance in the dark, and then replied to me extremely perfunctorily:

"I want to be a scientist."

"You can be a kindergarten teacher to coax you to play, can you be serious."

"Are you when you're not?"

Fu Chengwen successfully used a declarative sentence and a question, adding up to a total of 11 words, completely cut off my desire to chat with him, I smiled and punched him hard, and then closed my mouth, honestly, word for word to listen to the boring speeches of the leaders.

About half an hour passed before the preliminary speech was completely over. With Cao Yunxiao's presiding speech, this art show to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the establishment of the Third Middle School officially kicked off.

Even though we rehearsed twice before entering the venue, from the first show onwards, our small team started to get nervous again. At this time, I finally understood why the little "Snow White" took the initiative to shake my hand, because when I started to get nervous, I didn't feel like I was holding Fu Chengwen's arm, as if holding something in my hand could relieve the tension.

Although it is actually useless at all.

Fu Chengwen was a little uncomfortable with my grip, and couldn't help but muttered to me:

"It's not like watching a horror movie in the cinema, what are you holding me for, let go."

"I'm not loose, I'm nervous."

"You don't go on stage as soon as you write the script, what are you nervous about, I haven't said I'm nervous when it's time for me."

"Then you can catch me if you are nervous."

This time, I successfully used two declarative sentences, adding up to a total of thirteen words, to completely cut off Fu Chengwen's idea of wanting to reason with me. So he let me hold on to him and didn't say a word to me until he was on stage, when he took his arm from my hand.

Without his arm to lean on, I started to get more nervous. However, this feeling only lasted for about two or three minutes, and by the time Fu Chengwen came on stage and played the first note, my heart suddenly settled down.

I always felt that my musical cells were cultivated by accompanying Fu Chengwen in class, because following him in class, at least I didn't sing out of tune, and I could barely pull out a score when I listened to the melody. Now I feel that some of the quietness and blandness of my personality are also discovered by Fu Chengwen's piano sound, because as long as I hear him playing music that I am familiar with, I can always calm down, quietly blend myself into the sound of the piano, and no longer think about other things. So to sum up, I found that music does have a power that can directly hit people's hearts and souls, and for people like me who are particularly slow to do anything, music with this effect is probably only played by Fu Chengwen.

Fu Cheng has been writing the piano for eight or nine years, and his skills are naturally not bad. Coupled with the fact that he himself has a star halo, and when he sits there in a neat and well-fitting suit, just being a person is already a beautiful landscape. So when his show ended, the thunderous applause and fierce cheers from the audience lasted for a long time. After the hostess came to the stage, she opened her mouth three times and was stopped by applause, and finally the dean got up and made a pause gesture before the students stopped.

During this time, Fu Chengwen had already walked from the front desk to the seat next to me and sat down again. I really couldn't help it, and I praised Fu Chengwen from the bottom of my heart for the first time, but after Fu Chengwen listened, he just raised his eyebrows at me, indicating that after he heard it, he never said a word to me again.

I'm used to his attitude, and I don't feel disappointed or anything, I just feel very normal. However, because of the influence of Fu Chengwen, my nervous mood was temporarily relieved, so I watched the next few performances very happily.

Now sitting in the audience and watching it, I was surprised to find that our school is really a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, for example, there is a little girl who plays the guzheng very well, another calligraphy is particularly beautiful, and there is even a boy who performed a piece of nunchucks, which made me eager to try and want to go on stage to have a discussion with him.

After the nunchucks performance, it was followed by Cheng Zexin's dance.

Because I usually rehearse separately, this is the first time I have seen Cheng Zexin dance. When I saw Cheng Zexin appear on the stage in a white antique dress, I could only sigh that my vocabulary was so poor. I can't find a word to describe Cheng Zexin's amazement to me, especially with the flick of the long water sleeves, she looked back and smiled softly, just like the little dragon girl she saw for the first time in the ancient tomb in Yang Guo's eyes, and like Wang Yuyan who was like a hibiscus in Duan Yu's eyes. I feel as if I have been brought into the rivers and lakes I have always longed for by her dancing water sleeves, and the chivalrous tenderness around her fingers is really vividly interpreted by her.

I am not the only one who was fascinated by Chen Zexin like this, what she gained was probably the hearts of the teachers and students of the whole school, because since she started to perform, there was no other sound in the entire auditorium except for the sound of music, until the host came to the stage and was about to invite her to step down and report the next program, the audience broke out into warm applause.

With Cheng Zexin's performance, although the actors in the later shows are very serious, it seems to me that it is a bit boring. I was immersed in Cheng Zexin's dance and couldn't extricate myself, but when I heard Cao Yunxiao's voice again, I suddenly thought of a very interesting question.

Cao Yunxiao has been standing next to the stage curtain, and he will definitely see Cheng Zexin's dance. Cheng Zexin is so good-looking, I don't know if Cao Yunxiao will change his attitude towards Cheng Zexin because of this.

It was as if I had just caught a glimpse of gossip, and I sat there and used my imagination. But it's very unpleasant that no one shares this kind of thing, so I quietly leaned into Fu Chengwen's ear and asked him what he thought about this matter.

Fu Chengwen listened to me, pulled me off him mercilessly, and prevented me from getting close to him for half a minute.