Chapter 37
That evening, in dorm room 409.
Xu Chaoyang was brushing his teeth when he heard Bo Yan say that the 409 dormitory would participate in the Guyu Poetry Recital together, and he was so shocked that he spit out a mouthful of foam: "Poetry recital? What's that? What are you trying to do?"
Jing Chi explained: "Standing on the stage with all eyes on us with your Bo Ye, reciting poetry."
Xu Chaoyang gargled and rinsed his mouth: "Do you need us few for that? Bo Ye can stand on his own, that's already an obscene poem itself."
Bo Yan casually swung a copy of The Complete Collection of Poems and smacked it on his head.
Xu Chaoyang nimbly dodged: "Must we brothers all go up? Can I not go?"
Jing Chi said: "What Bo Ye ans is that with more people on stage, if we bomb as a group, there will be more face to lose together, giving us courage without fear."
Xu Chaoyang: ......
F*cking thick skinned.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go."
Bo Yan lowered his head looking at the recital videos on his phone, casually saying: "I heard from Jin Xi that they would invite Song Xuanxuan from the Broadcasting Departnt as a judge. She's the departnt belle. We'll help say hi to her when we see her."
With the ntion of the Broadcasting Departnt's belle, Xu Chaoyang imdiately got excited: "My goddess Xuanxuan is also coming and even as a judge? F*ck f*ck f*ck!"
He hurriedly picked up The Complete Collection of Poems from the floor: "I must perform well to let goddess Xuanxuan know that the National Defense Academy is not just brawn over brains!"
Jing Chi said with a smile: "Speak for yourself, don't drag others in. The admission scores for the National Defense Academy are over 40 points higher than liberal arts. Who dares to say we don't have brains?"
Bo Yan didn't care much about this issue: "Let others say what they want. Winning the championship, you can use your skills to slap their faces."
"It's not easy to win the championship." Xu Chaoyang said flicking through the book, happily saying: "But being able to show off in front of my goddess Xuanxuan is not bad either."
The next morning, after Jin Xi brushed her teeth and ca out, she saw the door to dorm 409 across from her cracked open.
She looked around and saw no one, so she sneaked to the door crack and eavesdropped.
A lodious male voice ca from the dorm, clear and sonorous, sounding like Xu Chaoyang.
Just as Jin Xi was listening intently with her ear to the door, the wooden door suddenly swung inwards. Caught off guard, Jin Xi lost her balance and stumbled right in.
In the chaos, she grabbed onto the lean waist of the man.
The waistline was very firm. Her head knocked against it felt like a hard wall, and it still hurt a bit...
She looked up and t Bo Yan's pitch-black eyes.
He looked down at her with a faint smile: "First thing in the morning, sneaking over to throw yourself into your senior's arms."
Jin Xi grabbed his shirt hem to steady herself, and mumbled: "I ca to see how you guys are preparing, have you picked the recital piece?"
With folded arms, Bo Yan raised his brows and asked: "You care that much?"
Of course Jin Xi cared, she was also very apprehensive. She didn't know Bo Yan's purpose for participating, but she vaguely... always feared he would make so mistake.
It felt as if him performing poorly would be embarrassing for herself as well.
"Senior, can you recite poetry?" Jin Xi tried to explain: "Not just reading it aloud, there should be feeling to it, to move people's hearts."
Bo Yan casually ruffled her hair, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Do you think I, Bo Yan, can't recite poetry?"
"That's not what I ant." Jin Xi pushed his hand away: "How about this, during the competition, I'll arrange your group's performance order to go first."
Bo Yan asked: "Why go first?"
Jin Xi thought for a mont, and said softly: "Well, there's no... harm without comparison."
"Naughty girl." Bo Yan reached to grab her, and Jin Xi saw the bad sign and scurried away, keeping her distance, shouting as she ran -
"Don't worry senior, even if you bomb, I won't laugh at you. At most I'll pretend not to know you!"
In the next few days, the several male students of dorm 409 would stay on the spacious training ground after night drills every day for poetry recitation practice.
Their faculty advisor fully supported these rascals participating in such a aningful cultural event like the Guyu Poetry Recital. He personally selected the spirited patriotic poem "The Sky of History" for them. And stayed every night to instruct them, to let them do the National Defense Academy proud.
Jin Xi would sneak to the training grounds from ti to ti, hiding behind trees to watch them practice. A few tis she was spotted by Bo Yan, and the panicky girl would turn and flee, covering up as if she was seeing sothing indecent.
Who knows what was going through her mind.
**
The competition was scheduled at 7pm on Tuesday night. That afternoon, Jin Xi personally went to the Arts Academy to pick up Song Xuanxuan, a third year senior from the Broadcasting Departnt.
Chu Zhao secretly tailed Jin Xi, and was discovered by her.
"The auditorium is busy preparing, what are you following
for?"
Chu Zhao seed to be wearing makeup, her face fair and smooth, eyelashes curled, eye shadow natural, lips light pink, very natural looking.
She pretended to be calm: "I'm going to see my love rival."
Jin Xi knew Chu Zhao liked Xu Chaoyang, but Xu Chaoyang had fallen hard for the singing and dancing Song Xuanxuan at the New Year's Eve party.
At first, when Chu Zhao knew Xu Chaoyang liked a girl, she thought it was herself. Until Jing Chi inadvertently noticed her affection and punctured her dream before she could act further, telling her, the instructor Xu already had soone in mind.
Chu Zhao was quite heartbroken for a while, but a young girl's first love always carried a stubborn refusal to give up. She didn't want to just let go like this.
What kind of person was Song Xuanxuan? The belle of the Broadcasting Departnt, beautiful as if she had saved the Milky Way in her last life, a goddess.
"What can you achieve by seeing her?" Jin Xi said helplessly: "It'll only make you sadder."
Song Xuanxuan was a standard goddess, not just beautiful, but talented in many areas. Any girl would feel inferior next to her.
Chu Zhao grumbled: "I just want to see what kind of person she is."
Still unwilling to admit defeat.
Outside the recording studio at the Arts Academy, Jin Xi and Chu Zhao saw Song Xuanxuan. Dressed in a clean white dress, with a little off-shoulder jacket on top, light natural makeup on her face, brows and eyes vivid, graceful in speech and movent, her voice sweet and charming.
"Junior didn't need to co get
personally, I can find my own way later."
Her smile felt like a spring breeze.
"The student council president asked us to co get you, senior." Jin Xi said politely: "Please take your ti senior, no rush. Co with us after you're done."
"I have nothing left to do here. Let's go now." Song Xuanxuan locked up the recording studio and left the Arts Academy building with the two juniors.
"Junior is from the Literature Departnt?"
"Yes, senior."
"The Literature Departnt has beauties too, you are both so pretty."
"Thank you, senior."
Chu Zhao kept silent the whole ti, leaving Jin Xi to make small talk with Song Xuanxuan throughout.
Jin Xi explained the judging and scoring process to Song Xuanxuan: "Later senior just score based on these four criteria. Combined with other judges, we can then rank them, and after each group performs, please also give so comnts."
"No problem."
The competition was held at the grand auditorium of the student activities center. The auditorium was tiered, able to seat hundreds.
Students had already trickled in as the audience.
Jin Xi led Song Xuanxuan to the judge seats, then was called by Jian SiXun to organize the contestants entering the competition area.
Although busy, she still kept an eye out for Bo Yan's group.
The instructor had unusually let them off early from training tonight, to go back and tidy up for the competition.
The few boys still wore camo green military uniforms, handso and straight, very recognizable. As soon as they reached the university student activities center entrance, they caused a commotion among the girls.
"Forget competing, I just want to see Bo Yan's recital."
"Good luck senior!"
......
Jin Xi waded through the crowd and pulled Bo Yan's sleeve: "Co with , I've arranged for you to go after the weaker science and engineering students, so your chances are higher."
Bo Yan stopped, his expression sowhat gloomy—
"Jin Xi, looking down on your senior like that."
Today Xi pulled him a few tis, but he didn't budge at all. She helplessly explained, "It's not that I'm looking down on you, it's just... getting a ranking will give you conduct points, you guys have worked so hard these days, you should get so kind of reward!"
She was racking her brains trying to figure out how to help her schoolmate brothers get a ranking.
"I didn't co here for conduct points," Bo Yan slowly pulled her hand away from his sleeve, "I ca here to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Chi interjected, "Young Master Bo ca here to beat up Jian SiXun."
Jin Xi laughed softly, "What did he do to provoke our Young Master Bo?"
"Resentnt over stealing one's wife cannot coexist..." Before Jing Chi could finish speaking, Bo Yan kicked him, "Shut up."
Xu Chaoyang looked around and asked Jin Xi, "Where is Senior Sister Qu Xuanxuan?"
"There, the judges' panel," Jin Xi pointed with her lips, "You can go over and chat with her."
Xu Chaoyang shyly said, "I won't go now, later during the competition I'll show off in front of her, then I'll go strike up a conversation after it's over."
When he said this, Chu Zhao ca rushing over, wanting to encourage Xu Chaoyang, but unexpectedly heard him say he wanted to chat up Qu Xuanxuan.
His smile froze on his face, rather awkward.
Jin Xi helplessly sighed, and brought them backstage to prepare.
...
In the empty stairwell of the activity center, Chu Zhao sat alone on the stairs, secretly wiping away tears.
Qu Xuanxuan really was very pretty, even girls found it hard to resist the personal charm she exuded all over, let alone boys.
Xu Chaoyang's admiration for her was undisguised, which made Chu Zhao's heart ache terribly.
She thought again about that kiss, her first kiss, those twenty so seconds were the most unexpected ti in her life, and looking back afterwards, also filled with pleasant surprise.
The tissue was crumpled into a ball by her, moist, the more she thought about it the sadder she felt, she couldn't care less about work right now.
Just then, there were slow, dragging footsteps coming from the edge of the corridor.
Chu Zhao hurriedly wiped away her tears, burying her face in her knees, just hoping the passerby wouldn't pay attention to her and would leave quickly.
The footsteps gradually drew near, and finally stopped next to her.
Chu Zhao's eyes were wet as she raised her head, and saw Jing Chi half-squatting in front of her, frowning, looking at her very helplessly.
That idiot Xu Chaoyang was completely oblivious to Chu Zhao's feelings for him. Just now, in front of her, it was "my goddess, my Xuanxuan" from his mouth. Chu Zhao's eyes had reddened then.
Originally Jing Chi had co wanting to say so cold mocking words, to advise her not to wholeheartedly rember that worthless Xu Chaoyang. But now, seeing her alone wiping away tears, he couldn't say any harsh words, only felt vexed, stifled, wanting to hit soone.
"What do you see in him?"
Jing Chi hitched up his pants and sat down next to Chu Zhao, lowering his head to look at her, "Just because he kissed you, you like him? If I kiss you, will you like
too...?"
Chu Zhao pushed him away, angrily saying, "Go away, I hate you so much!"
Jing Chi grabbed her hand, his voice low as he said, "Xu Chaoyang has no intentions towards you, torturing yourself like this, what's the point?"
"It's none of your business!" Chu Zhao struggled, but Jing Chi didn't let go. His large, rough hand was astonishingly strong.
"If you're not resigned to it, then confess to him, and let him clearly reject you, then you'll give up." Jing Chi pulled her closer to himself, forcefully grasping her shoulders, as if seizing a little chick.
His dark, slanted eyebrows were knitted together, a frosty light flickering in his eyes, his voice low, "You don't dare confess, can't bear to, yet can't let go either, only daring to hide alone crying grievously, who will sympathize with you, hmm?"
Chu Zhao had used up all her strength, she could only go limp in his grasp, lowering her head with tears falling down her face like pearls—
"I'm not resigned, I haven't even tried yet, I can't resign myself to just giving up like this, I really like him so much, this is the first ti I've liked soone this much."
Her voice was choked with tears, soft and tender, even sowhat hoarse, sounding very pitiable.
Jing Chi felt like his heart had been stabbed through, leaking wind with a whooshing sound.
"It's my fault."
He finally let her go, his tone much gentler, "The thing I regret most is that night...I shouldn't have goaded everyone, shouldn't have suggested that rotten idea."
He tidied her disheveled collar, and used his sleeve to wipe her eyes, "Alright, don't cry anymore. I'll think of a way to make that fool see you, then like you, okay?"
Chu Zhao raised her head to look at him, her eyes like jade were as clear as if they had been washed from her tears, "You're willing to help ?"
Jing Chi's brow was furrowed as he gently said, "As long as you stop crying, even if you do cry, don't hide alone, that's too painful."
Chu Zhao wiped her tears, "I won't cry anymore."
Jing Chi stood up, "I have to go compete now. Rember, if you're unhappy in the future, co find , sending
a text is fine too. Anyway, you have to let
know."
"Mm."
Chu Zhao saw him off, "Senior, do your best, you'll definitely be fine."
The corner of Jing Chi's mouth curled up slightly, his smile tinged with so bitterness. For that one sentence of "Senior, do your best
Reviews
All reviews (0)