Si Yan gave a smile that looked a little reluctant.

"It's fine."

Chixiao naturally didn't believe it, but he didn't know how to ask, originally there was a difference in identity between them, and they still had to speak more or less measured.

He didn't say anything, just sat quietly beside Si Yan.

It wasn't until the last few minutes of recess that his roommate in the dorm asked him to take a group photo, and he got up and patted his butt.

"Teacher, I'm over."

"Okay."

Si Yan sat in the distance and watched him leave, the young man's steps were lazy and casual, shrouded by the late autumn sun, which seemed extraordinarily soft, and there was an inexplicable power that made people feel at ease.

He just watched and watched, watched him go away, and watched him return to himself in a thousand rays of light, and this moment gave birth to an eternal illusion in his heart.

It's good to be young, he thought.

……

Choir competition.

Si Yan drew the order of the performance on behalf of the class, but the result was very unfortunate, they were the last place, it was miserable enough, and when it was their turn, there was a light rain in the sky.

After all the performances of the previous classes, Si Yan took the students of the first class to the right side of the rostrum to prepare for the stage.

"Come, you're ready to go on stage, take off your school uniform jacket and hand it to me."

"Got it!"

One by one, the school uniforms were handed over, and Si Yan was almost drowning.

When he got it done, he found that his students had pulled out their white gloves.

The custom class uniform style is a black formal suit, which is already handsome to wear, coupled with a pair of white gloves, this shape is even more eye-catching, and in this rainy weather, they are undoubtedly the most beautiful scenery.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Si Yan watched them go on stage, and with the students of the Literature and Art Department, they returned to the phalanx of the first class with difficulty holding their school uniforms, and quietly enjoyed and watched their performances.

From the stage to the lineup, they were very careful in their movements, and there were no points loss.

The number of people is about a dozen less than other classes, but it does not affect their momentum at all, plus Lin Fen is a literary and artistic committee member with ideas, the technique is not enough to make up small movements, white gloves, customized class uniforms, and stepping actions are all small places to add points!

Although the singing part is a little worse, the momentum is enough, and everyone's performance movements are uniform, and they have done it perfectly.

"Good!"

Si Yan applauded excitedly, and then thunderous applause rang out above the playground.

It doesn't matter what the grades are, it doesn't matter what they compare to the third class, the most important thing is that they have done what they want to do and learned something in the process.

The so-called youth, the so-called growth, is never the result that matters.

"Good singing."

"Teacher, I'm so nervous, my voice is trembling!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's very good, everyone hurry up and put on your coat and don't catch a cold."

Si Yan asked the students to finish their coats, and searched their eyes, only to find that Chixiao had not returned.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that at the back of the queue, Chi Xiao and Xing Hao were on the bar again.

"Did you mean to?" Xing Hao raised his wrist that had just sprayed a circle of analgesic spray, the difficulty of the chorus in the third class was comparable to that of a professional vocal art class, there were many divisions of labor, and everyone had to see his conductor speak, but he accidentally injured his wrist in a fight with Chixiao before, and it was too late to train a new conductor, it was he who endured it all the time, and barely finished the normal performance.

"But it doesn't matter now, the first class is still lost!"