"Why should I kneel down and apologize to you?"
"Why?" She smiled, but there was a chill in her expression. "Because of your slander against me."
"When did I slander you?"
"Now."
Zhao Xingchen was completely led by her thoughts and asked without thinking, "What did I slander you about?"
Her tone became lighter, but her voice was not ambiguous at all, "You said I am not as good as you, this is slander, you don't admit it? Well, let's compare, and you will know whether this is slander or not."
As soon as the words fell, the classroom fell into deathly silence.
Young Su Yi was like this, fearless and if anyone provokes her, she will return the favor double.
As expected, her aggressiveness instantly made Zhao Xingchen ten times more angry. "Alright! Let's compete. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
"Xingchen!" Si Yajie immediately stood up and spoke.
But Zhao Xingchen was already furious, and turned around and said to her, "I can't stand it anymore! Didn't you see how much she's getting ahead of herself? She's even chasing a man to the key class. How shameless!"
Si Yajie had no choice but to keep silent.
"Come on." Su Yi turned around, half of her pretty face was lost in the shadow of the setting sun. She sneered with a hint of gloom, "Tell me, how do you compete? No matter what you compete in, as long as you can do it, I'll accompany you."
Mu Nanxi followed Su Yi and said something sarcastic, "I'm not afraid that you won't obey, I'm just afraid that you will obey too much."
Everyone laughed, but did not dare to laugh too much. They could only purse their lips tightly, shaking their shoulders, and laughing with faces twisted and painful.
Zhao Xingchen was impatient and arrogant, and her face became even uglier when she saw everyone laughing at her. Without thinking, she said firmly: "Just like the topic our class is competing in now, the ancient poetry competition! But I also have a condition. If you lose, you are not allowed to come to the key class in the future, and you are not allowed to get close to Fu Jinglun." She was just short of saying that Fu Jinglun is mine alone.
Su Yi smiled grimly and agreed readily, "Okay, it's a deal."
Seeing her so straightforward, Zhao Xingchen regretted for a moment that he had spoken so hastily, but the words had already been spoken, and with so many people witnessing it, the matter was set in stone.
Su Yi sat into the crowd, resting his chin on his hand, and sat opposite Zhao Xingchen.
The former was calm and composed.
The latter was murderous.
Mu Nanxi pulled Su Yi's school uniform under the table, "Do you really want to compete with her?"
Su Yi gave him a charming look and made an OK gesture to comfort him, "It's just a small case, don't worry about me."
Mu Nanxi couldn't help but feel confident about her after hearing her speak so easily. He started laughing and glanced at Zhao Xingchen. This girl wasn't ugly and her grades were pretty good, but she seemed to have a problem with her brain. She had an inexplicably strong possessiveness of Fu Jinglun. Others had been trying to distance themselves from her but she acted as if she couldn't see or hear anything and just stuck to him and couldn't be driven away.
All I can say is that since ancient times, love has only led to empty regrets.
Seeing that the two were really going to compete, Fu Jinglun finally spoke up, "Wait a minute."
Su Yi made a gesture to him to stop talking, "This is none of your business. Please don't interfere in personal grudges."
Fu Jinglun was slightly stunned.
Zhao Xingchen also agreed and said, "Yes, Jinglun, this matter has nothing to do with you. Whether I win or lose, it is my own will. Don't worry about it."
Fu Jinglun had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
But besides worry, he was actually secretly excited. Two equally beautiful and talented girls were competing for him. Who could say this wasn't a kind of good fortune? Although he didn't like those romantic things, he was young after all, and it was inevitable that he had that kind of weird and immature vanity in his heart.
Lan Fuchu on the side was still concentrating on looking at his phone, as if he had no interest in the game here at all. His eyes were as deep as the bottom of a lake, and he didn't even bother to give this side a glance.
Su Yi glanced at him quietly, and inexplicably felt that he seemed to be angry? Although his face was calm, his behavior was not normal.
But the competition was about to start, and she didn't have the heart to flirt with him.
Game start.
Mu Nanxi told Su Yi the rules of the dialogue, "Everyone has to recite an ancient poem about scenery, and they cannot repeat themselves, understand?"
Su Yi nodded, a smile on his lips, "Is it that simple?"
"You may say it's simple now, but you'll understand once you get to the middle. The human brain is always limited..."
Su Yi didn't take it seriously. He twirled a ballpoint pen between his fingertips, waiting for Zhao Xingchen to come first.
As expected, he looked so careless again! Zhao Xingchen was angry and stood up first, his face cold as he said, "During the Qingming Festival, it rained heavily, and the pedestrians on the road were heartbroken."
Su Yi glanced at her, his expression unchanged, and said with a smile: "The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. Li Bai, Quiet Night Thoughts."
"Pfft!" Mu Nanxi couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Su Yi, why are you bringing up elementary school stuff to make a fool of yourself?"
Su Yi smiled and said calmly: "As long as a poem can be used, it is a good poem."
Mu Nanxi shook his head, not agreeing, "But this poem is too..." Not very impressive, right
Su Yi was still smiling and didn't refute.
Zhao Xingchen, on the other end, couldn't help but show a hint of contempt when he heard her read the poem, and said proudly: "The rain from the apricot blossoms wets my clothes, and the wind from the willow trees blows on my face without making me feel cold."
Su Yi covered his mouth and said something shocking again, "Rizhao..."
Before she finished speaking, everyone at the table started laughing. This poem mentioned Li Bai's wife "Zhao Xianglu" and daughter "Zi Yan". Who wouldn't recognize them? Who wouldn't be familiar with them
"The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke. From afar, I see a waterfall hanging in front of the river. Li Bai, looking at the waterfall at Mount Lu."
After Su Yi finished speaking, Yan Tong immediately laughed and said, "Emma, Su Yi, you've shocked people once, but you're still doing it a second time?"
Su Yi smiled, "How about it? Do you think I'm fresh and refined?"
Yan Tong suppressed his smile and said sincerely: "I didn't feel the freshness, but it was vulgar. The wording was very good and especially suitable for you."
Everyone laughed.
Su Yi didn't mind. She wasn't angry, nor did she argue. She just looked at Zhao Xingchen, waiting for her to come up with the next ancient poem.
Everyone at the table was laughing, except Fu Jinglun. He glanced at Su Yi, then at Zhao Xingchen, and sighed softly in his heart. If he guessed correctly, Xingchen was going to be badly tortured this time.
Lan Fuchu was still playing with his mobile phone indifferently, his face as calm as water.
No one cared what he was doing; they were all focusing on the increasingly intense game.
Zhao Xingchen said in a clear voice: "The spring breeze has greened the south bank of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me again?"
Su Yi smiled, her voice was charming and gentle, "The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is gorgeous. Li Bai, one of the Qingping tunes."
After she finished speaking, Si Yajie's back stiffened and her face turned pale.
It’s the Spring Festival, it’s the Spring Festival, Xu Xu wishes you all a happy new year again, mua!
(End of this chapter)