Liu Ting still wouldn’t let her go, "Then think quickly about what to recite! You absolutely cannot recite a textbook passage!"
Zhen Yu was stunned, deeply hurt by her desk-mate!
She was indeed planning to just recite a textbook passage and get it over with...
Having her thoughts exposed made her slightly awkward, and at the sa ti, she realized that Teacher Cao definitely wouldn’t agree with her reciting a textbook passage either!
"Ah..." Sighing deeply, Zhen Yu began to seriously consider what would be good to recite.
With the experience from her past life, Zhen Yu actually knew a few nas of classic English poems, but back then she looked at them only when she had nothing else to do.
She definitely couldn’t rember the content! Being able to rember a few nas was already pretty good!
Now it’s not the internet era, where you can just search on your phone and have all the content appear.
Where on earth was she supposed to find recitation material?
After pondering for a while, Zhen Yu reluctantly made a decision.
This weekend she would make a trip to Xinhua Bookstore, to see if she could find the foreign books she needed.
If by chance she couldn’t buy the right book, she could only resort to asking Teacher Qian for help.
But since the tutoring was canceled, every ti Zhen Yu t Teacher Qian privately, there was a slight awkwardness.
If possible, she didn’t really want to interact with him anymore.
Although Teacher Qian was a nice person, his opinion...
Better left unntioned.
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Zhen Yu had just accepted an unexpected task, and she thought she would be fine after preparing a strategy for it in her mind.
Unexpectedly, before lunch the next day, she was singled out by Cao Yong again.
Following her horoom teacher with each step, Zhen Yu kept feeling anxious.
This couldn’t be another compulsory task, could it? Could you not always pick on to exploit?
It’s going to wear out~~~
Zhen Yu hadn’t even finished complaining~ when Cao Yong stopped and turned around at his usual spot from yesterday.
Jeez~ The thought process of a math teacher is indeed unique, even taking a walk could turn into a math problem.
At this mont, the two were standing at a point roughly equidistant between the classroom and the teacher’s office building, if they moved at a steady pace, both could return to their respective ’territories’ at the sa ti.
"I heard you sing pretty well?"
"Ah?" Although psychologically prepared, Zhen Yu was still surprised.
Only for a mont, Zhen Yu quickly responded, "Teacher~ I’ve already got reciting! Find soone else for singing!"
Cao Yong glanced at Zhen Yu, "I’m not asking you to sing! Go secure a host position!"
Pausing for a mont, he still couldn’t help but softly reprimand her, "Show a little sense of collective responsibility!"
What is all this about?
Zhen Yu’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, seriously suspecting that the wind might be too strong, causing her to hear incorrectly.
Seeing Zhen Yu’s incredulous expression, Cao Yong patiently explained, "The school considered that the original host was moving up to junior high and needs to concentrate on the high school entrance exam, so it was decided to select two hosts from both middle school and elentary school." He also added, "Each class nominates a boy and a girl, for our class you and Qiao Xian will go! Go back and tell him."
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Zhen Yu’s mind was in turmoil, the comnts flying!
Did the teacher forget that there’s a position called ’Art Committee mber’ in the class?
From the ti you appointed her at the beginning of school till now, you’ve never involved her even once!
Every single event you find the class president, always the class president!
Why aren’t you continuing with the class president today? If he brings the art committee mber along, wouldn’t that solve everything?
Just one boy and one girl!
But no, you just had to keep staring at , what are you trying to do~
All baby wants is to read and study~ be a quiet beautiful boy~
Ah spit! My mistake! It should be a beautiful girl~
Zhen Yu didn’t really want to go, but thinking about what happened last ti with Han Mingyue, Teacher Cao really helped her a lot.
Now there’s this small task involving Qiao’er, it doesn’t seem right to let down Old Cao.
Then thinking about Old Cao’s recent phrase ’sense of collective honor’, Zhen Yu finally nodded.
Alright, alright! Since you’re the horoom dad! In school you’re the boss!
Taking on this ’hot potato’, Zhen Yu didn’t even need to think about it thoroughly, just a little thought and she knew she would definitely offend the literary committee mber.
But there’s no other way, offending her is still better than offending Old Cao~ at most she’ll think of a way to salvage it, reducing the hostility a bit.
Anyway, I’m not currency, nor did I plan to be loved by everyone.
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After sitting down in the classroom, Zhen Yu asked Liu Ting to wait, then glared at Fu Yu before taking out paper and quickly wrote a note.
Zhen Yu turned around and patted Qiao Xian’s desk, placing the folded note on his desk.
Qiao Xian looked confusedly at the note on his desk, beginning to question his life.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Zhen Yu is quite bold, huh? Just like that, openly passing a note right under the noses of the entire class?
Although not everyone in the class is watching this spot, the people in the imdiate vicinity certainly are!
Should I look at it? If not, as a girl, she might feel awkward, but if I do...
While Qiao Xian was agonizing over what to do, Fu Yu started to get impatient.
What does Zhen Yu an? She’s actually passing notes to a boy! What exactly did she write in there? Qiao Xian, just hurry up and open it!
Scratching his head in exasperation for a while, Fu Yu couldn’t take it anymore, raised his hand to snatch it, muttering, "I’ll help you read it!"
"No need!" Qiao Xian quickly responded and quickly clenched the note in his palm.
Qiao Xian’s heart suddenly began to thump wildly, not knowing if it was because of Fu Yu or the note in his hand.
This was definitely the most impulsive thing he had ever done.
Qiao Xian took a deep breath, avoiding Fu Yu’s gaze, and slowly unfolded the note.
Read it once.
And then again.
Qiao Xian felt both annoyed and amused, a sense of indescribable loss surfacing in his heart, and he stood up and threw the note into the stove beside him.
"Ah!" Fu Yu could only utter a sound before the note was completely burnt.
Suddenly, both of them fell silent, murmurs from Zhen Yu and Liu Ting in the front row floated over, faint and unclear.
Fu Yu couldn’t resist whispering, "Can you tell what was written on the note?"
Flashing through Qiao Xian’s mind was the neat handwriting on the note, "Old Cao asked you and to run for the host, cover for it! Just say you inford !"
He replied calmly yet firmly, "I can’t."
Fu Yu was frustrated internally, deciding to share this event with the small group after school, and naturally, soone would press Zhen Yu for information, like her brother.
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Since she planned to ’collaborate’ with Qiao Xian, Zhen Yu obviously couldn’t tell the whole truth to Liu Ting.
So when asked why she was called out today, Zhen Yu only said that Old Cao hinted to her that the recital content shouldn’t be from the textbook.
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