A book slammed on his forehead, and when his vision was blurred, he heard the girl's cold voice.
"Stay away from me."
idiot.
On the first day of class this week, Song Yaoyao made a big splash.
The teacher didn't even ask about the absence of students in the class. The Chinese teacher, who is half bald, holds up the textbook and explains. Most of the students in the classroom are sleeping, and a few are listening to music and playing games with headphones.
Therefore, when Wang Zhongyun removed the textbook and glanced at the audience at random, his voice paused rarely.
What's the name of the girl who listened carefully to the class? Song what
Wang Zhongyun frowned and thought hard. Logically speaking, he should have an impression of such a beautiful and well-behaved girl. But for some reason, no matter how hard he tried to dig out his head, he couldn't find any sense of her existence.
This shows how low Song Yaoyao's sense of existence used to be.
"Cough!" Wang Zhongyun put down his book and couldn't help asking, "Student, which class are you in? Did you go to the wrong classroom?"
Song Yaoyao, who was taking notes seriously, raised her head with question marks all over her face: "???"
"Pfft ha ha ha ha..."
As soon as Wang Zhongyun finished speaking, some naughty boys couldn't help bursting out laughing.
Pointing to Song Yaoyao, he said, "Teacher! This is Song Yaoyao!"
Wang Zhongyun was confused, "Who is Song Yaoyao? From our class?"
"That's right! You've been teaching her for three years, okay!! You've been teaching her since the first year of high school!"
Boy A suddenly rolled his eyes, speechless.
"Really?" Wang Zhongyun was dubious. This group of students were used to making noise, so he didn't really believe what they said.
So, he waved at the girl with watery eyes who was looking at her aggrieved, "Come on, classmate, do you know what I just said? Do you know this poem?"
Song Yaoyao stood up obediently, "The teacher is talking about the pipa? This poem was written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is one of the long Yuefu poems. Do you want me to recite it?" She tilted her head, and the sunlight fell into her eyes. It seemed to be full of broken gold.
Her voice is delicate and soft, and her tone of speech is gentle, which makes people feel good.
Wang Zhongyun was funny, looking at Song Yaoyao with forgiving eyes, "This poem is very long, it's okay if you don't know how to recite it."
To be honest, Song Yaoyao's ability to answer what he was talking about, and even the source, was enough to make him happy.
I saw that many students in the classroom were attracted, and they all looked lively.
"Pipa Xing? What is Pipa Xing? Is it a song?"
"probably?"
"Eh? Is that for Song Yaoyao to sing?"
Whispering words reached Wang Zhongyun's ears, causing him to roll his eyes violently. He was so angry that he just wanted to slap the table to warn these unsatisfied students. The girl's unhurried reciting poetry made Wang Zhongyun instantly attracted.
"The Xunyang River sees off the guests at night, and the maple leaves and grasses rustle in autumn.
The master dismounts, and the guest is in the boat. He wants to drink without an orchestra.
If you can't be drunk, you will be happy and miserable. When you say goodbye, you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river.
Suddenly heard the sound of a pipa on the water, the master forgot to return and the guest did not send out.
Who is the one who asks the bomber? The sound of the pipa stops and it is too late to speak.
…
Lightly gather, slowly twist, wipe and pick again, at the beginning it is the sixth year after the neon clothes.
The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Chattering and chattering, big pearls and small pearls falling on the jade plate..."
The wind whipped up the ends of her hair, and the floating dust in the light beam jumped above the girl's head. She was in uniform, her back was straight when she stood, and her small, well-tailored suit pinched her tight waist. The picture in front of her was beautiful, and even the sunlight falling on her shoulders was enviable.