101 Ah Tian comes out of the mountain and composes music again!
Overall, most people have this style of painting——
For example no2.Jiang Xijue15789258
no3.Ma Tongfeng9987412
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no18.Congratulations 8547127
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This is normal. Bai Zian looked at the lower right corner, his name——
no12589.蔹0
She should be No. 12589, which is the lowest ranking no matter where she is.
Look at the top again——
999
Bai Qian: "..."
See all the mountains and small ones at a glance.
Looking at the difficult monthly ranking points next to it, it is hard to imagine that this first place can be achieved by one person.
She was a little doubtful whether the upper limit of this system was 99999999.
This style...
She looked away slightly.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Fuli asked Ming Dongheng to take Bureau Chen up to look at the calligraphy and painting, but he saw Bai Zian holding a mobile phone in one hand and looking at him thoughtfully.
He came over, put one hand on the back of the chair behind Bai Qian, leaned forward slightly and looked at her cell phone, his eyebrows cold.
At a glance, she could see the account she happened to click on——
Account name: Bai Jian
Points this month: 0
Total points: 0
Followers: 0
Number of fans: 0
Jiang Fuli stared at the "free pick" for a while, slightly silent.
The corner of his eye glanced coldly at Jiang He again.
Jiang He's head almost grew like a Rubik's Cube.
Depressed, he knocked his head on the Rubik's Cube.
"Registered." Jiang Fuli looked back at him coldly, took out his phone slowly, and downloaded a blue app that he had uninstalled before.
"Yeah." Bai Qian showed her ID generously.
I remembered something again and opened WeChat to send a message to Mao Kun——
[Four one-pound sandbags]
The white vest replied quickly: [Okay sister!]
**
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Bai Jian saw the lights in Ji Heng's room go out and then slipped out of the alley. Mao Kun had been waiting at the entrance of the alley for a long time. He was squatting on the ground smoking.
In the darkness, only the cigarette butt showed some scarlet light.
"Sister." Seeing Bai Qian coming, Mao Kun stood up immediately.
Bai Zian wore an earphone and listened to the words. He slowly bent down and picked up the cloth bag he had put aside.
She weighed the four one-pound sandbags in her hands before throwing them to Mao Kun and said calmly: "Tie them to the hands and feet."
"Ah?" Mao Kun touched his head and followed her instructions and tied sandbags on each limb.
Then I tried to take two steps, and my feet felt heavy.
His hands were also heavy, but it was not as if Mao Kun had not exercised, and he could still use it normally even with a sandbag attached to it.
It was just a pound of sandbag, and he walked like a moth. Bai Qian had never seen such a weak person, so she looked away expressionlessly.
"I'll teach you two tricks today." Bai Qian hadn't taken a shower yet and was still wearing her long dress. She handed her cell phone to Mao Kun.
The center of gravity shifts back, the left leg is half bent, the right leg becomes an empty part, the right fist is raised slightly, the left fist is collected at the waist, the right foot is in a lunge at the same time, all the strength of the body is based on the left hand, and the left fist is thrown fiercely!
"Bang--"
Her left hand is clearly slender, and the joints can be seen when she lies down into a fist.
Mao Kun looked at the fist that was less than three centimeters away from his face. The wind of the fist blew away his yellow hair. He had no doubt that three centimeters further forward, this weak-looking fist could smash the bridge of his nose.
!
Bai Xian's hair, slightly blown by the wind from the fist, fell softly back to his forehead, and his face under the moonlight seemed much softer than before.
She retracted her hand gracefully, her eyes dark and clear, and asked lazily: "Do you see clearly?"
Mao Kun came back to his senses: "..."
I can see it clearly, but not completely.
It took Mao Kun ten minutes to learn these two moves before he could remember them.
"Practice boxing with sandbags is more harmful to the limbs." Bai Qian took back the phone and gave a prescription, "65 grams each of Codonopsis pilosula, Atractylodes macrocephala, antlers, angelica root, Cyperus rotundus, Ligusticum chuanxiong, Duhuo root, Eucommia ulmoides... Grind them together and let them cool.
Add the medicinal ointment and apply it on the limbs."
After saying that, she saw Mao Kun looking at her again with clear and stupid eyes.
Bai Qian: "...OK, I'll type it and send it to you."
Mao Kun looked like he was about to cry: "Thank you, sister!"
"Now, you don't learn Changquan? You don't learn palm skills? You don't dance with spears?" Bai Qian watched him perform the moves for a long time, then looked away and asked softly.
She raised her head slightly and looked at the full moon in the sky.
Under the cold moon, her eyes were also cold and distant.
Mao Kun had seen a similar expression on Bai Qian's face when he saw her on Blackwater Street at the auction.
But his expression now was different from that then.
"Everyone learns fighting moves," Mao Kun thought for a moment and then said, "Nowadays, many children learn Taekwondo. Few children learn such things as long fists and spears. There used to be a martial arts gym in Xiangcheng, just because
Not many people have gone bankrupt.”
"That's it..."
Bai Xian nodded.
She retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, and covered her emotions: "Come see me at the same time next week. Then the sandbags will be replaced by two-pound iron balls."
Mao Kun dragged his heavy steps back.
It was already eleven o'clock when Bai Zian went back. She used to answer questions, but today she didn't. Instead, she opened Qiandu and searched for "Taekwondo".
There are many videos above.
There were also many marketing store advertisements, and she repeatedly watched Taekwondo videos.
From a certain vegetable country, it is a bit fancy and not very practical.
Do many people learn this now?
Bai Zian raised his head and looked out the window quietly.
One person in one room and one bright moon.
A message suddenly popped up at the top of her phone, which was the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp app she had logged into before.
Bai Qian clicked in and saw that a new fan had been added to her account.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking it was an official account, until she followed the fan to click on the other party's account——
Account name:l
Points this month: 0
Total points:99999999
Followers: 1
Number of fans: 12587
Bai Qian: "..."
Sure enough, she guessed it was him and clicked back.
Smiled, then went back and turned off Qiandu.
Nowadays, the world is peaceful and prosperous, Haiyan River is clear, and she will no longer encounter bandits and Japanese pirates. She doesn't have to worry about her safety. She just needs to study with peace of mind. It is enough to learn these tricks. She should be happy about this.
**
Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School corrected papers very quickly.
On Monday, basically all the scores were out.
The first class in the morning was with Lu Lingxi. It was rare that Zhang Shize and the others were not late today.
As soon as Lu Lingxi entered the class, she handed the test paper to the class representative and asked her to pass it out.
The Chinese test paper this time was quite satisfactory. The Chinese scores of Class 15 students have always been good. The average score of the 150-point paper was 106 points.
It is 14 points higher than Class 8, which has the second highest average score.
After class, Lu Lingxi took the test paper and looked at Bai Qian's position.
The girl is wearing a blue and white school uniform. She pulls out the exercise library as soon as get out of class is over. Her long eyelashes are covered, and the sunlight outside the window falls on her brows. She is gentle and elegant. She is quietly writing questions with her pen lowered and her eyes lowered.
Lu Lingxi looked at her for a long while before she said, "Bai Qian, come out with me."
Bai Qian was slightly surprised. She put down her pen and followed Lu Lingxi to the corridor.
"Bai Qian," Lu Lingxi looked at Bai Qian, "Can you tell me what you think about your composition?"
"Composition?" Bai Qian raised his head slightly, thought for a moment, then admitted his mistake, "Teacher, I'm sorry."
She lowered her eyelashes and admitted her mistake obediently.
Lu Lingxi was speechless for a moment and lowered her voice: "It's okay. You should pay more attention next time, especially during the college entrance examination."
"I understand, teacher." Bai Zian nodded.
Lu Lingxi smiled and patted her head again.
She was a bit tall, so she lowered her head slightly, allowing Lu Lingxi to pat her head smoothly, "Go back."
After Bai Pian returned, Zhang Shize and others came over. Their faces were filled with doubts, "Why is Mother Lu looking for you?"
"Tell me about my composition." Bai Zian sat back lazily, bending one leg casually, and opened the notebook again.
"Composition?" Zhang Shize was surprised when he said this, "Did your composition go off topic? No way."
This time the composition is simple.
As he said that, he took the Chinese answer sheet that Bai Qian had casually placed on the table——
No more, no less, 90 points.
This time the Chinese language was simple, and Zhang Shize scored 109 points.
"Why are you only 90?" Zhang Shize didn't believe it. Looking at the answer sheet in front of her, it was absolutely correct. Why was it only 90?
It doesn't fit her identity at all.
Lu Xiaohan also came over to take a look and nodded crazily: "What's going on? Is there a score but not an extra score?"
Yang Lin also listened carefully.
Until Zhang Shize turned over.
The composition this time is very simple, a proposition composition——
[Giving up is also a kind of beauty]
The topic is very simple, and normally no one will go off topic. For a 60-point essay, even Zhang Shize scored 40 points.
However, classmate Bai Zian only wrote one line——
[I will not give up, even if it means mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will die calmly, and there will not be a word of regret on my epitaph.]
It is obviously a very clever handwriting, one stroke after another.
It looks like it was copied from a book, neat and pleasing to the eye.
However, Lu Xiaohan and others saw the wantonness contained in this regular handwriting.
Every stroke and every ink is the backbone.
There is only a big "0" for correction next to it.
Even the academic scumbag Zhang Shize has never seen anyone dare to write an essay like this during the monthly exam.
Classmate, would it be a bit too arrogant for you to write this way?
Zhang Shize looked at the front table, where she was counting numbers nonchalantly with her head down.
He suddenly felt that she could do this.
"Ah." Lu Xiaohan touched his nose and borrowed Bai Qian's test paper to learn calligraphy.
**
The last period in the morning is physics class.
During the break, the comprehensive science test papers were distributed.
Zhang Shize glanced at the 110 points on the front table, and then looked at his own 186. He was surprised and started to get frustrated again.
He whispered to the table behind him: "This time the physics teacher can't attack me anymore..."
The physics teacher rolled the test paper into a tube with one hand, holding a thermos cup in the other, and slowly walked in.
While asking someone to wipe the blackboard, he unscrewed the thermos cup and said coldly, "The physics test paper this time is very different. Some people got a perfect score of 110, and some people got a score of 39 on 110."
Zhang Shize opened his eyes wide and poked Bai Qian's shoulder in disbelief: "Damn, someone got a perfect score of 110 in physics, it must be me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the physics teacher glanced at him coldly, "I'm talking about you, Zhang Shize! Your deskmate and front desk both scored 110, and Yang Lin also scored 97. The average score of the physics class was 70, damn.
Is the lowest score of 37 points in the grade challenging my career?"
"You're still disturbing the desk in front of you!" The physics teacher threw a piece of chalk at him, "Sit tight!"
Zhang Shize: "..."
He looked at Bai Qian in disbelief.
No, isn’t your total score just 110?
Why is physics also 110?
What about chemistry and biology?
ah?!
This is simply more ridiculous than a Chinese composition!
After saying that, the physics teacher looked at Bai Qian with a smile. He was not without surprise in his heart. The physics test this time was considered difficult, and several top students did very well in the exam.
But what he didn't expect was that Bai Jian, a student from Wenzhuanli, could also get full marks.
Thinking about it, the physics teacher felt it was a pity. Why didn't he just transfer here in the second year of high school?
That way, you can also get submission opportunities by participating in two physics competitions.
get out of class is over.
At lunchtime, Bai Qian, Yang Lin, Lu Xiaohan and four girls from the entertainment committee were together.
"Bai Zian, let's go try out the stage later. The student union wants to see it," the entertainment committee member said to Bai Zian. "Changjian has arrived in the morning. I'll go to the reception room to pick up the express after I finish eating."
"Okay." Bai Qian nodded.
Zhang Shize waited for the group of girls to finish talking before coming over with his food.
He looked at Bai Zian with resentment, "So you didn't finish what you said..."
Bai Qian skillfully gave half of the food in the bowl to Yang Lin. After hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Shize, and said in an unhurried tone, "I really didn't write about biology and chemistry."
"Physics 110," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Qian with wide eyes, "How did you pass the exam? I heard that there are only four perfect scores in physics in the school. Why didn't you write biology and chemistry?"
Bai Zian lowered his eyes and ate slowly.
After swallowing her meal, she raised her head to look at Lu Xiaohan. Her almond-shaped eyes were particularly clear, and it was natural for her to say, "I haven't learned yet."
Everyone at the table: "...?"
6.
**
noon.
School auditorium.
When Bai Zian and Lu Xiaohan went there, there were many people in the auditorium.
"Lu Xiaohan, are you here?" the director of the student union's literary and art department greeted them with a smile, "Please wait a moment, we will be here after the rehearsal of the sketch ahead."
Bai Zian found a place to sit down, took his headphones and vocabulary book and started memorizing words.
"Why are there so many people today?" Lu Xiaohan looked at a bunch of boys sitting in the auditorium.
The director of the Literature and Art Department whispered: "Didn't you read the post? Ren Wanxuan is coming over to rehearse, and they are all waiting for her."
Lu Xiaohan: "...Oh."
The minister was talking to Lu Xiaohan, and from the corner of his eye he peeked at Bai Qian who was memorizing vocabulary: "You really don't want to abduct her to the Ministry of Literature and Art?"
"The new classmate doesn't have time," Lu Xiaohan lowered his voice, "She studies very seriously."
"All right."
While the two were talking, another group of people came outside the auditorium.
Lu Xiaohan looked up and saw Ren Wanxuan coming in surrounded by several boys and girls from Class 8.
Soon the president of the student union came out from the backstage to greet them.
"Wait a minute," Lu Xiaohan watched as a classmate moved the piano to the stage after the skit ended, "Didn't Class 8 arrive later than us?"
There was a rumor in the school forum that Ren Wanxuan won the second prize for piano.
Lu Xiaohan knew immediately that the piano belonged to her.
"Hey, calm down," the Minister of Literature and Art pressed Lu Xiaohan's shoulder, helplessly, "I can't help it. You also know that Ren Wanxuan is the God of Wealth of the External Relations Department. The student union's sponsorship comes from her mother. She and our president
The relationship is also very good.”
They are popular, have no shortage of money, and have a good relationship with the student union, so the school often makes concessions for them.
Ren Wanxuan plays the piano.
Everyone in the auditorium stopped what they were doing and watched her performance carefully.
It can be seen that Ren Wanxuan has been playing piano since she was in elementary school, and her skills and emotions are very good.
After the performance, there was a wave of applause.
"Don't tell me," Lu Xiaohan couldn't stand the people in the Prince's class, and had to nod after hearing this, "The people in Class 8 are not that good, and they can't play the piano very well."
The minister came to his senses and agreed deeply, "Let's go, it's your turn."
Lu Xiaohan watched Ren Wanxuan come down from the stage and remembered Ren Wanxuan's professional piano performance just now.
He whispered to the minister: "Bai Qian's Changjian skills are average. When the time comes, tell the people in your department and raise the mood. Do you hear me?"
The minister and Lu Xiaohan were classmates before they were divided into classes, and now they are studying literature.
She thought for a while: "How about we arrange your next one?"
"What?" Bai Zian had just finished memorizing a page of words. She pressed down on the app and looked up at the two people beside her.
Lu Xiaohan touched his nose and explained honestly.
Bai Qian put away the headphones, stood up, with a straight posture, neatly dressed in a blue and white school uniform, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, and he tilted his head lazily, his lips slightly hooked: "No need."