After all the students in the class finished their performances, Zhang Jianda asked Xie Bin to turn on the lights and sent voting papers one by one to let everyone write down the programs they thought were the best performing.

Everyone knows that the program with the highest voting will be sent to the opening ceremony, so except for the students who really want to stand on the stage to perform, most people first exclude themselves, then exclude the big guys who can't afford to offend, and finally choose soft persimmons that are not familiar with.

Song Ranran carefully recalled the performances of her classmates and solemnly wrote her answers on a blank paper.

Ji Shixu sat beside her, turning the water-like pen in her hand, glanced lightly, raised a curve to the corner of her mouth, and wrote the name on it.

During the ticketing session, "To the Oak Tree" and "Flying Birds" have never had names.

The only unexpected thing is that Zhang Jianda won 5 votes.

"I didn't even say a few words. Who asked you to write mine? These votes are invalid, so they will be abstained." Zhang Jianda was so angry that he glared at him.

This little episode passed quickly. After Xie Bin finished his last vote, the one who received the highest vote was Wang Yu's modern solo dance - City of Sky.

Wang Yu was admitted as a dance art student, so his basic skills are naturally no problem.

Zhang Jianda was very satisfied with the result and waved his hand: "Okay, that's it. Wang Yu will perform on stage on behalf of the class."

"Teacher..." Wang Yu stood up, took a deep breath, and calmly said: "I don't have enough control over the rhythm of solo dance. I played the piano music "City of the Sky" by myself during the performance. I think that during the school anniversary, I can have classmates playing the piano next to me."

From the corner of her eyes, she glanced past Ji Shiseong without a trace, and then looked at Zhang Jianda: "Ji Shiseong's piano is very good. If possible, I hope we can perform together."

The whole class suddenly became silent, and everyone held their breath and looked at Ji Shisei's reaction.

Zhang Jianda nodded with a smile: "This teacher has no objection, just discuss it with Ji Shixue."

Wang Yu tightened his palms, pinched the peacock feather on the dance uniform, and looked carefully at Ji Shixue.

Breathing stopped for a moment.

Ji Shixu glanced at her coldly, quickly moved away from her eyes, and said carelessly: "I can't play the piano."

Wang Yu also wanted to say: "But last time I saw you playing Chopin's kitten..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Shisei: "You heard it wrong, I won't."

Wang Yu's face froze and turned pale in an instant, with water in his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

There were also classmates' low boos around, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Zhang Jianda looked at the girl's expression and thought it was not good. He quickly smoothed out and said, "Then find another one who can play. That... Zhang Mochen! I remember you got the eighth level piano exam, right? You can find time to cooperate with Wang Yu."

Zhang Mochen nodded in agreement.

Zhang Jianda asked Wang Yu to sit down and quickly changed the topic: "This matter ends here. It's still late now. We changed seats and finished school. Today's class meeting will not be held. Class monitor, you are responsible for this."

He threw the seat chart to Xu Yijia and ran away with the small soft chair.

Xu Yijia put the seat surface on the notice board next to the podium, and everyone rushed to see the seat allocation.

Ji Shixu was still sitting there motionless, and Song Ranran did not move, silently peeling the oranges.

She raised her eyes and looked at him carefully for a while, then quietly handed a piece of tangerine into his palm: "Try this, it's just the sweetness."

She thought he was embarrassed because of the piano, and whispered: "I can't play the piano either. When I was a child, my parents wanted me to learn musical instruments, so I sneaked to the museum next to the Children's Palace to see the exhibition."

Ji Shixu skipped the piano and asked her: "Do you want to go to the exhibition on the weekend? I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the community."

Song Ranran was a little embarrassed: "My sister-in-law wants to give me some lessons these days, so I can't go out."

Her science knowledge reserves are too weak, and only biology is still good, so Su Qinghan has been accompanying her to watch videos of famous teachers' lectures these days.

Ji Shisei put the orange in his mouth, pursed his tongue, and stopped talking.

Ding Yifan pulled Zhang Xun and squeezed into the notice board to look around. There were too many people in front of them, so they leaned against the podium to chat.

"When will Brother Shi not be able to play the piano? I remember he didn't get the grade exam very early?"

Zhang Xun said: "He just doesn't want to play it to Wang Yu."

"Who does he want to play it?"

"..." Zhang Xun looked at him with his mentally retarded eyes for a long time, and finally raised his hand generously and said, "Use your waste head to go by yourself!"

Ding Yifan was disgusted for no reason. He scratched his head and pushed away the classmate in front of him. He looked at Ji Shixue's name at a glance on the seat table, and looked at the other side with anticipation... Song Ranran!

"What's the thing? What does Lao Zhang mean?" He poked Song Ranran's name and couldn't believe it: "Didn't it mean I'm with Brother Shi? Why did it become me and you?"

"Don't be stupid here and get in the way. Brother Shi didn't agree to be at the same table with you." Zhang Xun pulled him away: "I haven't fucking disliked you yet."

At this time, Song Ranran also learned about her new deskmate from Xu Yijia and expressed her welcome.

After becoming a deskmate, it would be better to tutor him for homework.

She thought with anticipation.

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The following days passed in peace.

When we arrived at the physical education class, because each class was preparing for the sports meeting, Pan Jianjun did not ask Xie Bin to call the classmate to run together, and disbanded early, so that everyone could train themselves.

Song Ranran reported shot put and long-distance running. The training was not very meaningful. She only practiced a few basic postures of shot putting, so she walked aimlessly on the playground.

There are already many classes in the track and field training, high jump, long jump, hurdle, sprint, basketball, javelin throwing, discus throwing...

Everyone practices targeted exercises in the designated areas without interfering with each other.

Song Ranran swayed around the entire track and field field.

Xu Yijia participated in the women's 400-meter relay race and long jump, and is now practicing sprinting with three other girls.

Song Ranran sat on the lawn and watched.

Soon, a figure sat down next to him.

Song Ranran turned her head and looked over, recognized Kan Qingya from the next class, and smiled at her.

"The class teacher let us go out for self-study classes to train freely," Kan Qingya explained to her.

Although Song Ranran wondered why she had to explain to her, she still nodded to show that she knew.

"I signed up for the relay race," Kan Qingya suddenly spoke out: "What project have you signed up for?"

Song Ranran replied: "Shot put, 800 meters and 1500 meters."

Kan Qingya was silent for a while, and two words popped up: "Come on."

Song Ranran nodded slightly and smiled: "Thank you, come on too."

On the track, Xu Yijia kept starting and discussing with Li Tao and the other two girls how to pass the ball. Not long after, she ran out of breath and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Song Ranran walked over, handed them tissues for them to wipe their sweat, and walked towards the supermarket.

When I passed by the basketball court, I saw the tall and thin figure running with the ball on the court. I stopped for a moment and continued to walk.

When she returned to the playground, she had already carried a few bottles of water in her hand.

Ji Shisei stopped the ball and sat under the basketball rack to rest.

Xu Jia threw the bottle of water over.

He caught it with one hand, twisted it away, and was about to drink, but he saw a glimpse of the figure on the lawn.

Putting the water aside, he got up and walked over.

Compared to the trainees, Song Ranran's figure, holding something, was walking slowly, and seemed special.

In addition, he is pretty and cute and has delicate facial features, which attracts more people's attention.

A boy took off his school uniform, bare upper body, surrounded her and dribbled the ball in a fancy way, and asked, "Classmate, are you going to give me this water?"

Song Ranran stopped, smelled the smell of sweat stains in the air, and wrinkled his nose and walked over the boy, and changed direction.

"Hey, don't leave..." The boy called her from behind and was about to catch up with her. The ball in his hand fell to the ground and rolled far away, so he had to run over to pick up the ball.

Song Ranran walked forward with her lips pursed, saw the figure walking towards her in front of her, smiled and greeted her: "Ji Shixue, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "Be careful!"

In the opposite javelin area, a small flat-headed boy who was practicing throwing javelins was somehow deviated from the direction, and the red and yellow javelin with metal hornblades shot towards Song Ranran.

With the rustling sound of the wind, he rushed straight to her face.

Song Ranran could not react for a moment and could only subconsciously raise her hand to cover her face.

A girl was already screaming next to her.

In an instant, Song Ranran felt that she was thrown to the ground by a gust of wind, and she swung into a arms with a clear mint smell.

The javelin fell to the lawn next to it with a "ding" sound, and water and snacks in the plastic bag fell all over the floor.

Song Ranran moved her hand and saw Ji Shixue's ups and downs. His hand was still firmly clasped on her waist, and his other hand protected the back of her head, pressing her on his shoulders.

The people who practiced the javelin opposite ran over and surrounded them in the middle.

"Classmate, are you okay?"

Ji Shixue helped Song Ranran up and frowned and looked up and down. She felt relieved without seeing any wounds, and turned to the boy who threw the javelin.

"Are your eyes decorated?" Ji Shixue paused word by word, with an unconcealable aura in his eyes: "If you don't use it, it's a waste."

"I saw him squatting there and picking up the ball before he missed it. It wasn't intentional." The shirtless man with a small flat finger retorted, with a tone of ridicule and impatient: "Besides, I didn't prick it, and I also created a chance for you to hug."

"So... do you think I should express my gratitude to you?" Ji Shixu protected Song Ranran behind him and stepped forward to approach the flat-headed man.

"I...I didn't say that..." Xiao Pingtou stammered back, picked up the javelin that fell on the side, and his eyes shrank.

Ji Shixue snorted coldly, grabbed the javelin with his backhand, threw it to the ground, and approached step by step.

Suddenly I felt a slight pulling force coming from the hem of the clothes behind me.

He looked down.

"Ji Shixue, I'm fine." Song Ranran pulled the hem of his clothes and called him softly.

She stretched her elbow to him and said as if she offered treasure: "Look, it's not broken, it doesn't hurt at all."
Chapter completed!