At three o’clock, the interview with Class 10 of Grade 11 ended.
Several class committee mbers were interviewed; however, Liu Xin, who was originally the most familiar with Li Zheng, was not featured because he appeared too "mature" and unsuitable for the cara.
The next class was physical education, which Zhifei had initially planned to skip.
But just as Xiao Dong was leaving, he instructed her to keep an eye on Li Zheng’s rehearsal, so she had no choice but to skip the PE class.
Zhifei asked Qinghua to bring his flute and then dragged his trusted companion out of the teaching building.
What is a trusted companion?
A trusted companion is soone with whom you share your heart.
It was only in Qinghua’s company that Zhifei would occasionally reveal so of his worries.
"Why am I always creating opportunities for them? How am I supposed to do my job as a horoom teacher?" Zhifei strode away furiously.
"..." Qinghua followed behind, finding himself in an awkward situation, "Why are you dragging into this?"
Zhifei turned around, giving him a look of trust: "With you here, they might behave a little better, right?"
"Ah…" Qinghua looked bewildered, "I… don’t… think so."
"Be confident, Qinghua." Zhifei glanced at the flute in Qinghua’s hand, "Li Zheng is definitely a music idiot, can only manage sothing like a triangle, and won’t be able to organize anything worth watching. Wait, and I’ll help you. I’ll let your flute join in and take the lead in the performance."
Qinghua’s face lit up.
All these days of being a trusted companion weren’t for nothing!
With the horoom teacher’s endorsent, Qinghua’s spirits lifted, and he nodded vigorously: "Don’t worry, Teacher Tang, I’m absolutely confident in my flute skills."
Soon, the two of them had approached the music classroom.
Clear voices could be heard coming from inside—
Li Zheng: "Let’s do it one more ti."
Lin Yujing: "That’s the third ti already… um…"
Li Zheng: "But I’m still not satisfied. It feels like it could be faster."
Lin Yujing: "It’s already fast… any faster and I won’t be able to keep up…"
Li Zheng: "Co on."
Lin Yujing: "Aren’t you… tired?"
Li Zheng: "Ha, is that all? I could do this from morning till night and not get tired. Besides, you seem pretty thrilled too, let’s go one more ti."
Lin Yujing: "It is thrilling… Alright, I can’t take it anymore, one more ti~~"
Li Zheng: "YES!"
Outside the door.
Zhifei and Qinghua simultaneously shuddered.
No, not just shuddered, they continued to shiver.
Qinghua’s hand stiffened, and the flute fell.
Zhifei stumbled, and his shoe ca off.
He didn’t pick up his flute.
She didn’t look for her shoe.
They just stood there, looking at each other, worldviews crashing down.
Zhifei: "Did—Did you—hear—that?"
Qinghua: "Heard—it."
Zhifei: "What—do—we—do?"
Qinghua: "You—are—the—teacher—here."
Zhifei: "Should—we—report—this?"
Qinghua: "I—think—that’s—a—possibility."
Zhifei: "Shall—we—go—in—now?"
Qinghua: "Oh—"
Zhifei: "What—happened—don’t—scare——"
Qinghua: "Do—you—sll—a—foul—odor—or—is—it—just——"
While Zhifei frantically searched for his shoe.
Suddenly, an incredible guitar sound ca from inside.
The incredibility lied in the fact that such a caliber of playing seed to exist only within music players.
To hear it in reality felt very surreal.
Before they could exclaim, an even more incredible voice followed.
"Fly to the moon~~"
"Let play ~~"
"among the stars~~"
It was a voice that existed between dolphin tones and sweet girl tones, hard to describe in words.
This incredible singing voice, intertwined with the incredible guitar accompanint.
It was like one was a sprite, and the other was a forest.
One was a dolphin, and the other was a wave.
One was a satellite, and the other was a rocket.
At this mont, Zhifei and Qinghua felt they had been completely pulled into another scene.
Two minutes later, the song was nearing its end.
"In other words~~"
"please be true~~"
"In other words~~"
"I ~~uh…you~~"
Upon hearing this, the guitar accompanint abruptly stopped.
Li Zheng got angry, "How is it ’I uh you’ again? It’s ’I Love You.’ Just sing it boldly, man; this is disrespectful to music!"
Lin Yujing was not easy to provoke either, "Scumbag scumbag scumbag scumbag!"
Li Zheng scratched his head resentfully, "Damn... I’m not that bad of a scumbag, but what can I do? It’s all because I t Shi Yang. Who wouldn’t be a scumbag around him?"
"???"
"Forget it, let’s do it again, and sing it properly this ti," Li Zheng tuned his strings again.
"No more singing. Let’s go to PE class, scumbag scumbag scumbag scumbag!" Lin Yujing turned and ran out.
As soon as she exited, she bumped into a dazed Zhifei and Qinghua.
"Ah." Lin Yujing let out a little cry of panic and suddenly changed her expression, covering her nose with both hands and looking around.
Qinghua had by then reacted.
So what Zhang Xiaoke said was true...
This is not good.
Must protect Teacher Xiao Tang.
He simply kicked off his own shoes, and stepped forward, "Stop looking, my feet stink."
"Um..." Lin Yujing quickly covered her face tighter, gave a reluctant nod to Zhifei, and then fled.
Only then did Zhifei hurriedly bend down to put on his shoes.
When he looked up, Qinghua left him only a view of his back, tying his shoelaces.
"Qinghua..."
"Don’t ntion it..." Qinghua raised his hand, "Boys, if it stinks, it stinks."
Watching Qinghua’s deanor, Zhifei didn’t know what else to say.
Everyone was of similar age, so why was there such a big difference between them?
Once both had their shoes on, Li Zheng ca out carrying his guitar case.
"Li Zheng, you!" Seeing it was really Li Zheng, Qinghua couldn’t help feeling a pain in the heart and glared, "You play nicely..."
"Thanks, thanks, there’s still a lot of room for improvent," Li Zheng thanked him, then smiled at Zhifei, "I’ll borrow this guitar for now."
"Oh..." it was only then that Zhifei waved his hands and carefully approached, "Then I’ll officially submit the program for you and Lin Yujing."
"Okay." Li Zheng turned to look at Qinghua, "Qinghua too? Although we can’t add the flute, having a triangle player would be perfect."
"Maybe not..." Qinghua clenched his flute and looked down, "I’ll just battle it out alone."
"Next ti then." Li Zheng patted Qinghua, carrying his case away.
Once he was distant, Zhifei sighed, "Anyway, thanks for your hard work, my class president."
"You’re not having an easy ti either, Teacher Tang."
"We’ll just pretend they don’t exist, shall we?"
"I think we can."
"Then, can I listen to ’Serious Snow’?"
"Now?"
"Yes, music classroom, please."
"Teacher Tang, after you."
...
When the bell rang next, it was ti for PE class.
Class 2 Grade 11 and Class 3 Grade 11 were both attending, boys in one team, girls in another.
The boys’ team was naturally led by Qiao Sheng.
All the boys from the two classes knew he was not to be trifled with and promptly lined up in four rows to await orders.
Soon, from the direction of the bungalows by the school gate, a man in a red tracksuit with a shaven head, blowing a whistle, slightly stooped at the waist, ca walking towards them with his hands clasped behind his back.
Qiao Sheng always walked with such swagger.
But this ti, as he approached, his eyes grew wider and wider.
Not for any other reason but because there was a man in a leather jacket and jeans among the line-up.
Even Qiao Sheng wouldn’t dare to dress like that!
"You!! You!!" Qiao Sheng started waving his hands and shouting, "You motherf... motherf..."
He had already decided what to curse, but upon seeing the face clearly, he swallowed his words back down.
The barrage quickly turned into, "You motherf*cking look great!"
The boys from both classes suddenly felt deflated.
To think that Qiao Sheng used to be such a force, and now he’s lost his edge.
Feeling embarrassed, Qiao Sheng couldn’t keep praising Li Zheng and instead shouted at the others, "You motherf*ckers haven’t eaten, right? Spread out, let the class president lead the warm-up, and then run 1000 ters."
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