As soon as the exam was over, Jiang Tu got up and left.
"Hey, your pencil."
Zhu Xingyao turned around and called him.
He leaned sideways and lowered his head, his eyes falling on the girl's fair and slender fingers, and said, "You don't have to pay it back."
Zhu Xingyao watched him walk away and stuffed the half-broken pencil into her pencil case. Zhu Yunping had a hobby, which was collecting pens. This hobby infected her. Her pencil case was filled with all kinds of pens, which soon overwhelmed the half-broken pencil.
Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School holds a welcome party every New Year’s Day. The notice comes out after the midterm exams are over, and each class has to put on a show and rehearse it. Only after the rehearsal is passed can they go on stage. Of course... if no one signs up, there’s nothing we can do.
After receiving the notice, Cao Shujun stood on the podium and asked with a smile: "Do you have any ideas?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the adrenaline of the boys in the audience suddenly surged, and they all became excited. Ding Xiang reacted the fastest and answered quickly: "Is there any need to think about it? Zhu Xingyao goes up and plays the cello, she will definitely overshadow the whole audience!"
"That's right! Our class only has this one show, we're sure to win!"
"I've wanted to see the goddess play the cello for a long time. I've only seen videos before, but that's not enough!"
"It's settled! No need to discuss!"
…
Not only the boys, but the girls also looked at Zhu Xingyao.
Anyone who has watched Zhu Xingyao's concert knows that she is a well-deserved talent. With her around, no one else needs to worry. For a moment, almost all the students in the class stared at Zhu Xingyao. Li Xixi couldn't help but say, "Don't make decisions on your own. Xingxing can certainly outshine the whole audience, but you have to ask her if she agrees!"
Cao Shujun originally wanted Zhu Xingyao to go on the show alone, so that their class wouldn't have to waste extra time rehearsing the show. He coughed and said, "Zhu Xingyao, what do you think? If you agree, I'll sign up."
Zhu Xingyao nodded gently under everyone's expectant gaze: "Okay."
This matter quickly spread throughout the grade. Everyone knew that Zhu Xingyao was going to perform at the welcome party. In Class 8, Zhou Yuan put his arm around Lu Ji's shoulder and excitedly suggested, "Should we do some moves at the party?"
After being rejected last time, Lu Ji was actually a little depressed. Afterwards, he thought about it and was indeed a little anxious. He slapped his hand away: "All the teachers and students in the school are watching you, what do you want to do?"
Zhou Yuan said: "Confess your love and send flowers."
Lu Ji tilted his head to look out the window, and happened to see Zhu Xingyao and two girls passing by. He watched for a few seconds, then turned to look at Zhou Yuan with a mentally retarded look: "She is playing the violin, not singing. Wouldn't it be crazy for me to send her a bouquet of flowers?"
Zhou Yuan: “…”
It seems to make sense.
Three days later, the midterm exam results came out. The study committee member and the class monitor ranked first and second respectively. Zhu Xingyao ranked third in the class and ninth in the grade.
The one who surprised everyone the most was Jiang Tu. He had been absent from classes for nearly two months, but he still ranked fourth in the class.
At the class meeting on Friday, Cao Shujun praised him in front of the class, "Jiang Tu has not been to class for more than a month, but he still did so well in the exam, and he got full marks in math and physics. Those of you who attended classes normally did not do well in the exams. You should reflect on yourself."
Ding Xiang looked at Jiang Tu and reflected, "I am not worthy of being your deskmate."
The next second, Cao Shujun announced: "Since the start of the school year, we haven't adjusted the seats. This time, we will adjust them and choose seats and deskmates according to the ranking of grades."
Ding Xiang: “…”
He looked at Jiang Tu and said flatly, "Brother Tu, you won't abandon me, right?"
Although Jiang Turen is a quiet person, he has good grades! He can copy homework as he pleases! Where can you find a deskmate like him? !
Jiang Tu glanced at him and said, "Whatever."
Li Xixi did average in the exam and ranked twelfth in the class. She pushed Zhu Xingyao and said happily, "Let's sit at the back of the fourth group." They arrived late at the start of the previous school term and their seats were taken, so they had no choice but to sit in the second row.
Zhu Xingyao also didn’t like sitting too close to the front. The student council member and the class monitor were too lazy to move their seats, so it was her turn to choose.
She asked Li Xixi: "The second to last table is fine, right?"
Li Xixi: “Yeah!”
Zhu Xingyao said: "Li Xixi and I will sit at the second to last table in the fourth group."
When Ding Xiang heard this, he looked at Jiang Tu again and continued to flatter him: "Brother Tu, Brother Tu, let's go to the last table in the fourth group." Sit behind the goddess!
This time, Jiang Tu didn't look up. "Whatever."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone in the class to hear.
After everyone had made their choice, they started to move the tables. Two boys helped Zhu Xingyao and Li Xixi move the table to the back first. The table was a little crooked, so Jiang Tu went over to help her straighten it, and when he turned around, his sleeve brushed her face.
He paused and looked down at her. Zhu Xingyao smiled up at him: "Thank you."
The girl smiled sweetly and brightly. Jiang Tu stared at her face for a moment, then walked out sideways. "Nothing."
There were two boys sitting in front of Zhu Xingyao. As soon as Cao Shujun left, Zhang Sheng came over and said he wanted to change seats with them. After being rejected, he left with a gloomy face. Suddenly, he turned back and looked at Jiang Tu, sneering, "Jiang Tu, change seats. How about I give you two thousand yuan?"
Zhu Xingyao frowned: "Zhang Sheng, are you sick? Who cares about your money?"
Zhang Sheng glanced at Jiang Tu and said, "Maybe he would like it?"
Jiang Tu stood up and looked at Zhang Sheng coldly: "Get lost."
Stay away from Zhu Xing.
He still had that cold and disdainful expression, just like last time in the equipment room. The word "get out" directly angered Zhang Sheng. He rushed over with a fist and cursed, "Get out of here! What qualifications do you have to tell me to get out?"
The people around him didn't even see how Jiang Tu made the move. They just saw Zhang Sheng's arms being pinned behind his back and his head being pressed on the table. Jiang Tu's face was calm, not even a bit angry. He just said, "I said, I don't want to fight in school."
Fighting in school will result in punishment and self-reflection. He has already been in such a state, and he doesn't want Zhu Xingyao to see this ugly state again.
There were still a dozen people left in the classroom, all looking at them in shock.
The squad leader and Cao Ming came over quickly to separate them. Zhang Sheng was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. If he hadn't been held back by the squad leader and Cao Ming, he would have rushed up to hit Jiang Tu. Cao Ming was quite afraid of Jiang Tu, so he dragged him away.
Ding Xiang came back to his senses and looked at Jiang Tu with a conquered expression: "I am really convinced this time. You don't call me Brother Tu for nothing."
Jiang Tu ignored him, lowered his eyes to glance at Zhu Xingyao who seemed to be stunned, and asked in a low voice: "Are you scared?"
Zhu Xingyao shook his head: "No..."
Jiang Tu didn't know what she was thinking, and he didn't intend to ask. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "It's good that it's not."
Jiang Tu picked up his schoolbag, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
Li Xixi was the one who was stunned. After he left, she shouted, "Fuck, Jiang Tu was quite handsome just now."
Zhu Xingyao looked back at his back. She thought of Chen Yi. Jiang Tu was not even afraid of Chen Yi, so how could he be afraid of Zhang Sheng? He really didn't want to fight.
The next day, the whole class knew that Jiang Tu and Zhang Sheng almost had a fight last night because Zhang Sheng used money to humiliate Jiang Tu. Only Jiang Tu himself knew the real reason.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and before we knew it it was December and winter had arrived.
Zhu Xingyao hadn't decided what piece to play at the welcome party yet. During the morning break, she said to Li Xixi, "How about you come on stage with me? You sing and I'll provide the music for you."
Although Li Xixi is only 158cm tall and looks like a cute little boy, she sings very well.
"No, everyone only wants to see you, not me." Li Xixi refused and pulled her headphones. "I've already told you to sit on the stage with your cello in your arms. If you play a random song, everyone will agree. Why are you hesitating? Let me help you choose a song."
Ding Xiang stepped forward with a playful smile: "Let me choose too."
Li Xixi rolled her eyes at him: "You? Do you have artistic talent? Forget it."
Ding Xiang: “…”
Does he still have basic aesthetic sense? He turned to look at Jiang Tu: "Then let Brother Tu come?"
Jiang Tu looked up. Since he had just finished doing eye exercises, he was not wearing glasses. His dark eyes looked straight at Zhu Xingyao.
Zhu Xingyao was stunned for a moment, then he held his chin and turned back. Jiang Tu was wearing a black sweater under his school uniform. His neck was slender and smooth, with a Band-Aid on the side. When Ding Xiang asked him what happened in the morning, he said he accidentally scratched it.
How could he scratch his neck? Zhu Xingyao didn't believe that he was careless.
Although he remained silent, Zhu Xingyao felt that he was more silent today than usual. It is said that music can give people hope. She didn't know whether Jiang Tu liked it or not. She looked at him and suddenly smiled with her eyebrows curved: "Brother Tu, do you want to choose?"