After most of the semester, the students in the class became familiar with each other.

Zhou Xiaoyun didn't talk much with his classmates, but because he was the class president, he inevitably had to 'deal' with everyone. She adheres to her usual style, and her modesty and politeness of talking less and doing more have won the love of many classmates, and her popularity is super good.

Zheng Haoran was inevitably a little unconvinced. He has been at the top of his class since the first grade, and even if his father's reasons aside, he is a serious good student of the teacher and has always been valued and loved.

However, since he arrived at Xingwang Primary School, his position has been seriously challenged.

The silent Zhou Xiaoyun was definitely the squad leader and member of the language learning committee, and he was the deputy squad leader. He didn't say it, but in his heart he secretly had a heart for comparison.

At first, she didn't take Zhou Xiaoyun very seriously, thinking that she was just a good 'girl' student, soft and weak, dull and dull, she couldn't see anything special. And Zhou Xiaoyun's abnormality was manifested in Zheng Haoran's eyes, thinking that this was her normal appearance, and he didn't like her even more.

Fang Wenchao was considerate of Zhou Xiaoyun and 'handed over' all kinds of things in the class to Zheng Haoran to do, and Zheng Haoran was happy if he didn't say anything about his heart. I feel that the teacher still 'considers' him, and he is very serious and energetic.

In the self-study class, he led the students to study on their own, did 'exercises' to keep the team in order, and ran the office very diligently, which was praised by Fang Wenchao many times.

Zheng Haoran gradually became complacent, thinking: Hmph, it is estimated that Zhou Xiaoyun was the general selected from the short ones in the class before. Look at him, where is there room to play?

But I didn't expect the situation to change dramatically.

Since Zhou Xiaoyun came to class with a smile on his face one day a month ago, things seem to have developed beyond Zheng Haoran's expectations.

First of all, in Chinese class, Zhou Xiaoyun began to raise his hand frequently to read the text. The sweet standard Mandarin emotional reading immediately compared him to Zhou Xiaoyun wherever Fan read and comprehended.

Zheng Haoran had to be convinced, who let Zhou Xiaoyun read it

Is it really good?

Then the school asked for a blackboard newspaper, and Fang Wenchao casually instructed Zhou Xiaoyun and Zheng Haoran to cooperate to find spare time.

Zheng Haoran didn't dare to underestimate Zhou Xiaoyun, so he found a bunch of materials at home and felt that the materials he had prepared were almost all before he brought them to the classroom.

As a result, Zhou Xiaoyun didn't have anything in his hand at all, and wrote the title of the board report on the blackboard. Zheng Haoran was taken aback by the beautiful block letters, and he didn't have the face to write a word on the blackboard, and let Zhou Xiaoyun write the prepared materials in a gray manner.

Zhou Xiaoyun did things quickly and well, but he finished writing on a blackboard in just a few hours. In the middle, I was 'very' polite, and asked Zheng Haoran to write the content together, which could be faster.

He forced a smile and said that he could just draw some 'illustrations', and he was not very good at writing.

Zheng Haoran painted a larger theme painting in the middle of the edition, that is, a five-star red flag floating high in front of a teaching building, and there are big trees, green grass and red 'flowers' next to it. The picture is 'very' lively, and Zheng Haoran feels very good after admiring himself for a long time

Succeed.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at it silently for a while, and didn't say anything, just the young pioneers who took the yellow 'color' chalk and added two salutes under the flagpole.

Zheng Haoran consciously discouraged, comforted and said to the 'girl' child, it is normal to write a lot and draw beautifully, there is nothing strange about it.

As a result, the fourth (2nd) class won the first place in the school in one fell swoop, and Fang Wenchao happily praised the two in the class.

In fact, the words on the blackboard are all from Zhou Xiaoyun's arm, and her words are practiced with Fang Wenchao, Fang Wenchao is too familiar to not know. But you can't just praise Zhou Xiaoyun for falling Zheng Haoran! That also hurt Zheng Haoran's self-esteem too much.

Zheng Haoran lowered his head, his face was a little hot.

The words on the blackboard are obviously from a person's hand, how can he have that face to look up and 'upright'?? What about receiving praise?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaoyun actually stood up at this time and said: "Teacher Fang, I think the good report on the blackboard this time is mainly due to the reorganization of Zheng Haoran's material preparation, and he has put a lot of effort into this dynasty's materials. So he has a lot of credit for it. ”

At that moment, Zheng Haoran raised his head and looked at Zhou Xiaoyun in surprise, just as Zhou Xiaoyun also looked at him after finishing speaking, and smiled at him.

That shallow smile is like a wild 'flower' in the 'spring', and it exudes an unknown fragrance. Zheng Haoran suddenly felt that his heart was beating faster.

After that, Zheng Haoran unconsciously chased the 'straight' figure in front of him with his eyes.

Of course, Zheng Haoran will not admit that he has a good impression of Zhou Xiaoyun when he is killed.

Hmph, she's her rival. Observing her carefully by yourself is just looking for her shortcomings, trying to surpass her, not looking at her secretly......

Soon after, another thing happened.

The first period in the afternoon was a music class, and the music teacher was Fang Wenchao. He caught a cold that day and felt a little unwell, and when he arrived in the classroom with the accordion, he didn't play the piano.

Zheng Haoran stood up at this time and wanted to show it, and Fang Wenchao proposed to simply go to self-study! Anyway, he is in the self-study class, which student is afraid that he will not be able to speak?

However, the students below were clamoring for opposition, shouting that it was hard to get two music lessons a week and resolutely not to study on their own.

Children who don't like to sing in music lessons!

Zheng Haoran and Li Tianyu, who led the opposition, argued happily. He wanted to use the majesty of his deputy squad leader to suppress Li Tianyu, but people didn't dump him at all. For a while, the class was divided into two factions and quarreled.

A clear and beautiful voice sounded: "Teacher Fang, let's take music lessons." I'll play the piano for you and teach you to sing this song "The Snail and the Oriole". ”

It was loud, but the class immediately fell silent

Get down. Only a few of Zhou Xiaoyun's friends, such as Wu Mei, Wang Jingjing, Zhou Zhihai, etc., knew that Zhou Xiaoyun could play the accordion, and most of the people in the class had never heard of it at all.

It's no wonder that Zhou Xiaoyun is born a 'sex' who doesn't like to preach everywhere, who doesn't know her 'sex' with good friends? Naturally, they don't talk too much, so very few people know about it.

Zhou Xiaoyun felt sorry for Fang Wenchao's severe cold, and he took the initiative to 'show' his hand in front of his classmates for the first time.

When the melodious sound of the piano sounds, the cheerful music spreads throughout the classroom and beyond.

Zheng Haoran watched in amazement as Zhou Xiaoyun played the big accordion fluently and skillfully, his slender fingers sliding back and forth on the keys, skillfully and naturally.

"A 'door' a vine in front of it, Anen and a green have just sprouted, and the snail is carrying the heavy shell, climbing up step by step.

Ah Shu Ah put on two oriole birds, Ah Xi Ah laughed at it. The grapes are ripening very early, so what are you doing now?

Don't laugh at the bird, it'll be ripe when I climb it. ”

The sweet song sounded, Zheng Haoran followed the back sentence by sentence in a daze, he didn't know what he was singing at all.