The Minister of Literature and Art immediately pinched Lu Xiaohan's arm and passed to Lu Xiaohan with his eyes-

[That's cool! 】

[I'm falling!] 】

Lu Xiaohan smiled and told her to maintain her demeanor, and then took Bai Qi to the backstage.

Senior transfer students are well-known in the school.

After watching the piano performance, several members of the student council heard her coming, and they all came backstage to peek at her.

Bai Qian took off her school uniform jacket, and only wore a white T embroidered with ink-colored white cranes inside, and she looked up and down with Lu Xiaohan's custom-made long sword.

The long sword has a black body, tattooed with a golden pattern, and has her half-height and weighs more than a catty.

Lu Xiaohan was originally afraid that the long sword would be a bit heavy and difficult to dance, but he didn't think that Bai Qi would lift weights lightly.

It was as if he was holding not an iron sword of more than a pound, but a feather.

Bai Qian looked at it for a while, and then pulled it out.

The long sword didn't open, but the cold light appeared, and her dark pupils reflected the sword light.

Bai Qian held the hilt of the sword in one hand, loosely held the scabbard in the other, her black hair was tied behind her head, and she held the cold sword, like a swordsman in white who walked the rivers and lakes with a sword.

The oppressive aura on her body naturally emanated with the long sword, and she slowly retracted the long sword from the scabbard and turned sideways: "To me?" ”

"Up here," several members of the student council came back to their senses, pointing to the place where the stage had been placed, "the piano has been moved." ”

When Bai Qian opened the curtain and stepped onto the stage from the backstage, several people hurriedly poured out.

Go offstage to see the transfer students perform up close.

In the corridor outside, the president of the student union and the head of the external relations department were sending Ren Wanxuan out.

"Why are you in the background?" The president looked at them.

Ren Wanxuan's piano has been on TV and won awards, and people in the school want to watch it, but the number of times Ren Wanxuan can be seen performing is very rare.

Everyone in the student union knows that this time has not yet been rehearsed, and the people who posted it have been waiting for a long time.

They all came to see Ren Wanxuan.

"We won't come back until we finished reading," Lu Xiaohan and the others took a step first, and the Minister of Literature and Art stayed behind and explained to the president, "Bai Qian is going to perform, and we just went out to watch." ”

"New classmates?" The president is naturally familiar with the name Bai Qi, "Then I'll take a look later." ”

"Okay," the Minister of Arts and Arts waved his hand, "then you remember that the time comes to applaud, the new students are not so professional in their performances." ”

When they left, Ren Wanxuan looked at the president, "Bai Qi? ”

"That's the transfer student," the president didn't look at the performance list carefully, and took it out at this time, "I didn't expect her to also participate in the performance, it's a sword dance, but I heard that she is not professional." ”

Ren Wanxuan looked at the long list of performances.

She herself was last in line, which was specially arranged by the school in order to retain the audience.

The third-to-last is Bai Qi's performance.

Ren Wanxuan retracted her gaze casually, "Did the penultimate show collide with me a little bit?" Let's swap it out with the previous one. ”

Students like to work in small groups.

Ren Wanxuan and their group of people are either rich or powerful in the family, no matter what the family can settle for them, they are used to focusing on them.

The Ren family even donated a canteen for Ren Wanxuan.

Blend in with ordinary students, so that over time class contradictions will be obvious.

The more ordinary students dare not provoke them, the more arrogant and arrogant these people become.

The president looked down at the performance list.

The penultimate is a pop music duet singing, which does not collide with the piano, but he will definitely not give Ren Wanxuan face.

"Okay." He swapped the second-to-last show with the third-to-last.

**

Outside, on stage.

After watching Ren Wanxuan's performance, a bunch of boys got up lazily, playing with each other and preparing to go back to class.

"How? Didn't record the screen? ”

"I recorded it, I can't pass it on, I'll go back and show it to you secretly......"

The school celebration has not yet begun, and the rehearsal cannot be passed on.

Until the stage is lit up again.

"What kind of show?" Someone asked as they left the auditorium.

"Bai Qi, I heard that it was a sword dance," Wang Yu got the news from the Literature and Art Department, and said with his mobile phone: "Just now, the people from the Literature and Art Department said that they should give the new classmates some face, and let us cheer her up." ”

"That's normal, she's so good-looking, and she doesn't know everything," a boy laughed, "The group of people in Class 8 can do everything that makes me doubt myself often, so I stayed to cheer her on." ”

"Then you're almost enough," some of the students hurried back to class, "and we'll see the new students' performances on the day of our anniversary." ”

There were quite a few people leaving, after all, most of them came to Ren Wanxuan.

Leave a small number of people looking up at the stage.

This time, no one stole their phones to take pictures.

In the middle of the stage, Bai Qian was wearing blue school uniform pants, a white shirt, holding a long sword in her right hand, the tip of the sword was turned outward, her eyes were lowered, her long body was jade, even if she hadn't started yet, she could feel the oppressive momentum.

The sound of talking in the audience gradually stopped.

"Knock-"

The rhythmic drums sounded.

She suddenly looked up, opened a pair of inky eyes, and raised her right arm.

As the sound of the guzheng and flute joined, she rotated the sword blade from left to right in two vertical circles, and after the short sound of the zither was over, she raised the sword on her wrist and pointed diagonally at the ground!

The sound of the zither spring water dingdong and the melodious sound of Qingyuan gradually mixed in, and the drum sound joined again.

Bai Qian turned over out of thin air, the whole person rose in the air, the sword in her hand broke away from her fingers and flew around her wrist for a moment, and was held by her again when she landed!

The drums grew louder and louder.

She walked in a circle with her hands, turned over in a straight line under her feet, and at the same time held the sword flower in her right hand, and turned nearly twenty times in a row!

The sword body tore through the sky, like a dragon shuttling, and the cold light suddenly rose.

And she is not dusty, and her posture is as light as a cloud.

Bai Qi's eyes flowed with the blade of the sword, and the pure music followed her sword body to the end, she leaned back, flipped the sword in her right hand and slashed across her chest, and instantly turned over and closed the sword!

"Boom-"

The drums stopped!

Standing the sword body on her chest, she slowly raised her head with the sword body, revealing those dark and cold eyes!

The stage lights were fixed on her, like a vibrating thunder suddenly stopped, and the turbulent sponge suddenly returned to calm.

Bai Qi was still standing in the middle of the stage, and at this time, there was no cold light sword shadow, and her posture was outstanding, as if she was standing on the top of a blizzard mountain.

The auditorium was silent.

Until Bai Qian took the sword, lifted the black curtain and returned to the backstage, the silent auditorium was like a calm oil pot with a drop of water and exploded.

"Ahhh What is a profession if this is not professional? It's all your fault, I didn't record the screen! ”

A girl from an art class next to her said softly: "Don't talk about the sword flower she pulled and the sword that broke the sword...... It's just that skewer turnover, and no one in our art class can do it......"

Lu Xiaohan, who was about to be strangled: "......"

Offstage, on the seats.

A group of teenagers couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, "Wang Yu, did you record the screen, didn't you?" ”

Someone went to snatch Wang Yu's mobile phone.

Wang Yu, who was robbed of his mobile phone: "......"

"I only reacted later, I only recorded the last twenty seconds, you guys take it leisurely and don't delete it by mistake......"

A group of teenagers were busy clicking on the video.

It was not close to the stage, and when the video was enlarged, I saw the outline of Bai Qi.

White clothes, blue pants, blurred red bands on wrists, white spotlights on her head, the girl's hibiscus color that can be glimpsed even through a distant camera.

Vivid and impactful.

The sword is like frost and snow, this feeling of alienation and immortalization is simply amazing!

**

Backstage, no one.

Bai Qian put on his coat, and Lu Xiaohan and a few people came in.

"Put our swords away." Lu Xiaohan solemnly handed over the long sword to the logistics staff.

The logistics staff's eyes were still on Bai Qi, and he took the sword, "Don't worry." ”

The people in the student union wanted to interview Bai Qi more, and even wanted to do an interview with her for the school newspaper, but Bai Qi was still in a hurry to go back to do her homework and didn't stay long.

Waited out of the auditorium.

Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Qian faintly.

Bai Qian took the word book and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Say." ”

"Didn't you say you're like a sword?"

"yes." Bai Qian was stunned.

The Bai family is good at spears and arrows, and so is she.

In addition to "etiquette", she is proficient in the six arts, and she is slightly better at the eight arts.

And the long sword, she only learned a few tricks.

It's okay to have a sword dance at hand, if you really want to fight, the spear is still suitable for her.

Lu Xiaohan saw that Bai Qian was very serious and felt that she was like a long sword, and she was not modest.

"No, you call it general?" Lu Xiaohan recalled the words of the art student just now, what kind of environment did the new classmate grow up in?

Bai Qian nodded: "Otherwise?" ”

Lu Xiaohan: "......"

It's called general, so do other people still want to live?

Bai Qi's mobile phone shook, she took it out and saw that it was a message from the courier, telling her that the courier had arrived at the school.

She put her phone back in her pocket, thinking about getting it again in the evening.

As soon as Lu Xiaohan returned to the class, others instantly surrounded him.

In order to avoid Bai Qi's nervousness, the entertainment committee did not follow.

"How's the rehearsal going?" She asked nervously.

Lu Xiaohan took out the book, and then slammed the table, "Damn!" No screen recording! All I can say is ...... I don't see that it's your loss. ”

"You only know what it means to be shocked when you see the scene with your own eyes."

Following the previous minister, Lu Xiaohan was choked again.

She didn't say it was okay, but when she said that other people just wanted to smoke her.

"Your standard answer?" After the fight, the entertainment committee member breathed a sigh of relief, and she watched Lu Xiaohan take a Chinese answer sheet and copy it.

The neat handwriting on it is much like a standard answer.

"This," Lu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Qi's Chinese answer sheet, "Bai Qi's answer sheet, I'll copy it." ”

"Wait," the recreation committee member pointed to the poem incredulously and filled in the blanks, "Elective extracurricular readings, she can also write this?" ”

Lu Xiaohan only paid attention to Bai Qi's composition before, and didn't notice that her previous foundation was 90 perfect scores.

Hearing this, he subconsciously bowed his head.

This time, there is a very unpopular question in the Chinese poetry fill-in-the-blank.

[16. In Bai Xiangjun's "From the Army" (Part 2), the two sentences "——,——" express her chivalrous ambition, and also arouse various interpretations of her by later readers. 】

Lu Lingxi hasn't talked about this topic yet, and they haven't studied this poem.

But Bai Qi's answer sheet wrote a whole sentence in the rules -

"Only then did I get on the chariot and cry blood, and I fought wine and the moon to the sky."

Lu Xiaohan subconsciously looked back at Bai Qi, who was lowering his eyes, seriously solving an elliptical problem.

She then explained to Bai Qian with difficulty: "What Bai studied in the past may be different from what we learned...... bar. ”

Lu Xiaohan added the word "bar" almost weakly.

Xiangcheng people cherish Bai Xiangjun's poems, and most of the poems in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School are her poems in every exam, even if they try to be a student like Zhang Shize, they will not make a mistake.

But today's sentence is too unpopular compared to her other verses.

If Bai Qian can write it, it is really evil.

**

Last week of the course.

Most students know that 90% of these two places are Ren Wanxuan and Chen.

But I didn't give up and studied very seriously.

The head teacher of Class 8 sent today's test questions down, and his eyes finally stopped on Tang Ming, "From today onwards, the difficulty of the exercises will soar again, everyone has a chance, I hope you don't give up." ”

Tang Ming, Ning Xiao and Bai Qi didn't do the question immediately, Ning Xiao took out the physics of Jiangjing University and looked at it at will.

He asked Tang Ming: "When will you watch it?" ”

Tang Ming reviewed the analysis last time, and didn't raise his head: "Let's talk about it, I don't have time now." ”

After the head teacher of Class 8 left.

Most of the students couldn't help but look at them, especially Tang Ming's words.

Changed the topic with Ren Wanxuan's familiar classmates and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Are the two of you both more than 290?" ”

"Well, it's not that difficult this time." Ren Wanxuan retracted her gaze.

"That's amazing," the other party sighed, "I'm 277, and I only have 104 points in physics, and there are several questions that are quite similar to the training questions, but I didn't get it right." ”

Ren Wanxuan and Chen are used to the attention and praise of others, and they don't care.

A few people were talking, and suddenly someone looked at Bai Qi's side, "Hey, how did you say the new classmates did in the exam?" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was curious.

After all, Bai Qi was named by the principal.

forcibly forbade her to study literature.

"It should be good, you forgot that she was specially recruited?" Someone said mysteriously, "And I also saw someone say that the performance of the new classmates is amazing." ”

"Really?"

All around him are the voices of discussing Bai Qi.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and slowly put things into her schoolbag, with a sneering expression.

Performances?

Professionally what?

I guess I can see it with one face.

"Ning Xiao Li Zong is 296," they have all done the physics question type in the training class this time, and the only ones that are bad are chemistry and biology, and Chen Shu is also very curious about the score of the new students: "I don't know how many white worms there are." ”

Chen Shu is 297 this time, and Ren Wanxuan is just 290.

Ren Wanxuan "brushed" the zipper, glanced at them, and said very casually: "You say new classmates? She has a comprehensive score of 110 and a total score of 450. ”