Chapter 64
When Li Xiang and the others saw Qin Qing approaching, they instinctively cleared a path.
By the ti they realized how odd their actions were, Qin Qing had already reached Wen Yufeng.
Stopping half a ter in front of Wen Yufeng, Qin Qing stood facing him, their heights contrasting sharply, and neither of them spoke.
Li Xiang looked puzzled, feeling that the girl he hadn’t seen for a while now carried an indefinable aura.
— If in the past Qin Qing had occasionally seed timid when with Wen Yufeng, now that emotion was completely absent.
In fact, contrary to the height difference, Li Xiang felt that this petite girl was clearly dominating Wen Yufeng.
But how could that be possible??
Li Xiang imdiately dismissed this thought.
Then he heard the girl, who showed no sign of shyness, speak.
Her voice remained soft, but her slender waist and back were straight and beautiful.
The girl fixed her gaze on Wen Yufeng, her delicate features showing no expression, and her dark eyes carried an inexplicable coldness.
Although she was looking at Wen Yufeng, her words were directed at Li Xiang and the others—
“He hasn’t finished morizing the vocabulary,” the girl said, turning 180 degrees to face the crowd, “He’s not going anywhere.”
“……”
Her words elicited various reactions from the boys surrounding them.
So looked puzzled, so frowned slightly, and others were clearly displeased.
Li Xiang grinned and opened his mouth to retort.
However, before he could speak, the boy standing behind the girl, who was more than twenty centiters taller than her, lazily tilted his chin and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
His dark eyes held a fierce, territorial glare.
“……”
Li Xiang recoiled and swallowed his words.
The others, seeing Li Xiang’s retreat, dared not voice their discontent.
The atmosphere grew awkwardly silent.
After a couple of seconds, Wen Yufeng seed to helplessly speak up.
“Tian Tian, I’ve finished morizing.”
His tone was sowhat resigned, but his eyes were full of a deep, ink-like smile.
Qin Qing’s back stiffened.
She had probably overestimated Wen Yufeng’s limits.
—
Before this, she never expected that Wen Yufeng would call her by her nickna in front of so many people.
If there were a crack in the ground, Qin Qing would probably have wanted to dive into it.
The aura Qin Qing had managed to build up earlier began to dissipate with her rising cheeks, her earlier bravado lting away with her single remark.
Angered, Qin Qing bit her lip and turned away, her almond eyes slightly reddened at the corners.
But there was more in her gaze than just frustration.
“……”
Wen Yufeng’s expression deepened, montarily distracted.
And just as Wen Yufeng was lost in thought, Qin Qing suddenly made a move—she lifted the thick English exam papers she was still holding in her arms and slapped them against his chest.
The inertia caused by the weight of the papers, combined with Wen Yufeng’s own lapse in attention, made him let out a muffled grunt.
Yet, despite this, Wen Yufeng instinctively held onto the papers that had hit him.
Qin Qing withdrew her empty hands, feeling a pang of sympathy when she heard Wen Yufeng’s grunt, which didn’t seem feigned.
But then, thinking about how he might have been plotting sothing with Li Xiang and the others, Qin Qing’s righteous anger flared up again.
— If only she had hit him harder, it would have been better.
At least, if they were to fight with the Third Middle School later, it wouldn’t be so troubleso if she ended up with just a minor injury.
With that thought, Qin Qing looked at Wen Yufeng.
“Finished morizing?”
The situation changed too rapidly for others to react, but Wen Yufeng knew what Qin Qing was asking.
“Really finished.” His gaze was lazy, with a faint smile.
“Oh.” Qin Qing glanced at him and turned to leave, “Then this week, I’ll be randomly checking your dictation every day.”
Before anyone could react, she threw out her final remark—
“Two minutes from now, the first dictation check. Be prepared when you co back.”
“……?”
Li Xiang and the others could hardly believe their ears.
As they were still in shock, they saw Wen Yufeng’s smile grow even wider, almost to the point where it was blinding.
Before Li Xiang and the others could say anything, Wen Yufeng glanced at the papers for a few seconds, then took a long stride and followed Qin Qing.
Before leaving, he patted Li Xiang on the shoulder.
“I don’t want her to be unhappy.”
With that, he walked directly into the classroom of Class One in the Humanities.
Li Xiang and the others were left stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.
After a while, soone muttered, “Did soone swap out our Yufeng with a new version or sothing??”
Another person nearby nodded.
“When Ling Yu and Qi Lulu were getting shut out every day, I thought Yufeng was indifferent… Looks like I was wrong; it must depend on the person.”
“Completely different. How tragic…”
What the people outside lanting did not know was that, due to their arrival, Wen Yufeng’s situation was also “dire” at that mont—
“I didn’t agree to it.”
“You didn’t have ti to agree, right? — If I had been five minutes late, would I have missed you?”
“It should have been less than five minutes.”
“……!?”
“—I was wrong. I’ll only listen to you from now on. If you don’t want
to go out, I won’t go.”
“……”
“Tian Tian, I admit my mistake. Tian Tian, Tian Tian, Tian Tian…”
“Wen Yufeng, shut up.”
“All right, I’ll listen to you.”
“Write ten phrases using ‘set,’ each with at least two different anings and sentences. No repetitions, and they must be complex sentences.”
“…………”
Spring passed and autumn ca.
Qin Qing and Wen Yufeng, having achieved top scores in their respective humanities exams, moved up to their senior year.
At the grade-level eting, Niu Zhihuai couldn’t stop smiling.
While other classes didn’t have the sa results as Class One in the Humanities, their rate of reaching the first-tier college standard had increased significantly compared to previous years.
The Director of Education, Sun Xing, couldn’t stop smiling either.
Given these results and the “stress relief” policy from above, Sun Xing and the senior class teachers decided to organize a “School Anniversary Art Performance” for the senior year. Each class was required to have at least one group performance and two solo performances.
When this order reached each class, the mbers of the arts committee were almost in tears.
—
In the senior year, how many students were willing to put in the effort to prepare performances?
And they even had a hard requirent of three performances.
The arts committee mber of Class One in the Humanities had managed to write and direct a play, and had tearfully begged a group of classmates to perform, but they still couldn’t finalize the solo performances and were on the brink of tears.
To make matters worse, their teacher Niu insisted that, as a model for the humanities class, they needed to have three or four solo performances.
The arts committee mber had begged and pleaded with classmates, but only managed to secure two solo performances.
Finally, guided by a seasoned adviser, he went to the class teacher and collected personal information sheets of the students, searching for special talents.
He finally found one—
“Grade 10 piano?! There’s hidden talent in the class?!”
The arts committee mber marveled at the information.
He lifted the stack of personal sheets, revealing the top entry.
Then the arts committee mber was stunned.
At the top, the na “Qin Qing” was glaringly obvious.
After a year of “indoctrination,” everyone in the Class One in the Humanities probably knew that if you wanted to bother Qin Qing, you had to get past Wen Yufeng first.
— Although Wen Yufeng had been “well-behaved” for a long ti, his legend in the school hadn’t diminished.
The arts committee mber swallowed and decided to continue flipping through the sheets.
If there was any alternative, he would never trouble Qin Qing.
A few minutes later, after flipping through all the personal sheets of the class, the arts committee mber felt like crying.
He found that either the students were very modest and wrote nothing, or they were arrogant and listed “good at studying”?
The arts committee mber wanted to grab a few classmates by the collar and ask—
Qin Qing didn’t even claim to be good at studying. Why do you have such a big face??
……Quality education must be strictly enforced!
With this thought, the arts committee mber braved the situation and walked into the classroom.
Entering Class One, he saw Qin Qing sitting alone at her desk, and he felt a ray of hope.
He quickly checked to make sure Wen Yufeng was not around, took a deep breath, and walked over.
Reaching the desk, the arts committee mber bowed deeply to Qin Qing—
“Qin Qing, could you do
a favor?”
“……”
Qin Qing was startled by the formality and blinked, trying to process it.
After she ca to her senses, she seed a bit at a loss: “What is it? If I can help, I will, but there’s no need to be so formal…”
…………
On the day of the school anniversary art performance, Wen Yufeng only learned that Qin Qing would be performing a “piano solo” from other students in his class.
Hearing this, Wen Yufeng’s expression imdiately darkened.
But he kept his composure and didn’t ask Qin Qing a single word. During a break, he went to the arts committee mber’s desk, gave him a look, and then left the classroom.
“……”
The arts committee mber felt like he was following the sound of a flute and the chill of the wind, feeling like he was walking towards his doom.
“You had her sign up?”
In the stairwell, Wen Yufeng didn’t waste words, frowning as he directly asked.
The arts committee mber confessed imdiately—
“Yufeng, I had no choice. The higher-ups were pushing us, and it’s hard to arrange solo performances in a short ti. Besides Qin Qing, there were only a few students good at painting or calligraphy. I couldn’t have them perform for half an hour, could I?”
Having finished this explanation, the arts committee mber peeked at Wen Yufeng’s expression. Seeing that, although his eyes were still cold, there was a glimr of hope, he bravely added, “Although Qin Qing said her skills might be a bit rusty, she’s still a Grade 10 pianist, and it’s a short-term preparation. I asked, and the student union’s arts departnt will provide the piano and performance attire, so…”
The arts committee mber said no more.
“Didn’t it take up her ti?”
Wen Yufeng’s frown deepened.
The arts committee mber shook his head vigorously: “No, absolutely not!”
“……” Wen Yufeng’s expression relaxed slightly, but his eyes remained stern, “If there’s another instance of you hiding things from
and troubling her…”
Before Wen Yufeng could finish, the arts committee mber raised three fingers to the sky: “It won’t happen again! I swear!”
——
If there is, I’ll resign directly… This job is too risky, let soone else handle it!
After Wen Yufeng agreed to the matter, the arts committee mber finally relaxed.
He thought there wouldn’t be any more issues.
Until the day after the school anniversary art performance, when Wen Yufeng saw the performance gown Qin Qing had changed into.
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