102 Ah’s strength, the aloof and double-standard Mr. Jiang
The Minister of Literature and Art immediately pinched Lu Xiaohan's arm and conveyed to Lu Xiaohan with his eyes——
【So cool!】
【I have fallen!】
Lu Xiaohan smiled and told her to keep her grace, and then took Bai Qian backstage.
The high school transfer student is very famous in the school.
After watching the piano performance, several people from the student union heard her coming and came to the backstage to peek at her.
Bai Qian took off her school uniform jacket, wearing only a white t-shirt embroidered with ink white cranes. She looked up and down with the long sword customized by Lu Xiaohan.
The long sword has a black outer body with gold patterns tattooed on it. It is half her height and weighs more than a kilogram.
Lu Xiaohan was originally afraid that the long sword would be a bit heavy and difficult to dance, but she didn't expect that Bai Qian would be able to lift it with ease.
It was as if what he was holding was not an iron sword weighing more than a kilogram, but a piece of feather.
Bai Zian looked at it for a while, then pulled it out.
The sword was not sharpened, but the cold light appeared, and her dark pupils reflected the sword light.
Bai Qian holds the hilt of the sword in one hand and holds the scabbard loosely in the other. Her black hair is pulled back on her head. She holds the cold sword, like a swordsman in white clothes walking around the world with a sword.
The overwhelming aura of her body naturally emitted with the long sword. She slowly put the long sword back into the scabbard and turned sideways: "Have you reached me yet?"
"Go up from here." Several members of the student union came to their senses and pointed to the place where they would go on stage. "The piano has been moved down."
When Bai Zian opened the curtain and stepped onto the stage from the backstage, several people hurriedly rushed out.
Go to the stage and watch the transfer students perform up close.
In the corridor outside, the president of the student union and the director of the external relations department were sending Ren Wanxuan out.
"Why are you backstage?" The president looked at them.
Ren Wanxuan's piano has been on TV and won awards. Everyone in the school wants to see it, but the number of times to see Ren Wanxuan's performances is very rare. This time, because the capital of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has been funding people, the school specially
I invited Ren Wanxuan for the finale.
Everyone in the student union knows that before this rehearsal, people in the post bar have been looking forward to it for a long time.
They all came to see Ren Wanxuan.
"We just came back after watching the show." Lu Xiaohan and others took the first step, and the Minister of Literature and Art stayed behind to explain to the president, "Classmate Bai Qian is going to perform, and we happened to go out to watch it."
"Are you a new classmate?" The president was naturally familiar with the name Bai Qian, "Then I'll take a look later."
"Okay," the Minister of Literature and Art waved his hand, "then remember to applaud when the time comes. The new students' performances are not that professional."
After they left, Ren Wanxuan looked at the president, "Bai Qian?"
"As for the transfer student," the president took it out without looking at the performance list carefully, "I didn't expect that she also participated in the performance. It was a sword dance, but I heard that she was not professional."
Ren Wanxuan looked at the long performance list.
She herself was ranked last, which was specially arranged by the school to retain the audience.
The third to last performance is Bai Zian's performance.
Ren Wanxuan casually withdrew her gaze, "Does the penultimate program conflict with me? Let's change it to the previous one."
Students like to work in small groups.
People like Ren Wanxuan and others are either rich or powerful in their families. Their families can handle everything for them. They are used to the focus being on them.
The Ren family even donated a canteen for Ren Wanxuan.
If you blend in with ordinary students, class conflicts will become obvious over time.
The less ordinary students dare to mess with them, the more arrogant and arrogant these people become.
The president looked down at the performance list.
The penultimate song is a pop music duo singing, which does not conflict with the piano, but he will definitely not fail to give Ren Wanxuan face.
"Okay." He switched the second-to-last program with the third-to-last one.
**
Outside, stage.
After watching Ren Wanxuan's performance, a group of boys stood up lazily, playing with each other and getting ready to go back to class.
"How's it going? Did you record the screen?"
"I recorded it, but I can't post it on the forum. I'll secretly show it to you when I go back..."
The school anniversary hasn't started yet, so rehearsals can't be broadcast outside.
Until the stage lights up again.
"What kind of performance is this?" someone asked as they left the auditorium.
"Bai Xian's, I heard it's a sword dance," Wang Yu received news from the Arts Department and took his mobile phone and said: "Just now, people from the Arts Department said that we should give some face to the new classmate and let us support her."
"That's normal. She's so good-looking, but she doesn't know everything," a boy laughed. "That group of people in Class 8 know everything makes me always doubt myself. I stayed here to cheer her up."
"That's enough for you guys." Some students rushed back to class. "I'll watch the new classmates' performance on the school anniversary."
There were quite a few people leaving, after all, most of them were here for Ren Wanxuan.
A small number of people were left looking up at the stage.
This time, no one secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.
In the middle of the stage, Bai Zian was wearing blue school uniform pants and a white shirt, holding a long sword in her right hand with the tip of the sword turned outward. She lowered her eyes and stood tall. Even before she started, she could feel the overwhelming momentum.
The voices in the audience gradually stopped.
"Dong dong——"
A very rhythmic drum beat sounded.
She suddenly raised her head, opened her dark eyes, and raised her right arm.
As the sounds of guzheng and flute joined in, she made two circular circles from left to right with the sword edge of her arm. After the short sound of the guzheng ended, she lifted the sword on her wrist and pointed it diagonally at the ground!
The tinkling sound of the zither, the tinkling sound of the spring water, and the melodious flute sound from Qingyuan gradually mix in, and the sound of drums joins in again.
Bai Qian turned over out of thin air, her whole body soaring in the air. The sword in her hand flew away from her fingers and flew around her wrist. When she landed on the ground, she held it again!
The sound of the drum gradually increases from small to loud.
She walked in a circular motion with her hands, and turned over in a straight line with her feet. At the same time, she held the sword flower in her right hand and turned it nearly twenty times!
The blade of the sword tore through the sky, like a dragon flying through the sky, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
But her feet are not stained with dust, and her figure is as light as a floating cloud.
Bai Qian's eyes followed the blade of the sword, and the pure music followed her sword to the end. She leaned back, flipped the sword with her right hand and crossed it across her chest, and then turned over and sheathed the sword in an instant!
"Boom——"
The drumbeat suddenly stopped!
Standing the sword in front of her chest, she slowly raised her head along with the sword, revealing her dark and cold eyes!
The stage lights were fixed on her body, as if the vibrating thunder suddenly stopped and the turbulent sponge suddenly returned to calm.
Bai Zian was still standing in the middle of the stage, but now there was no shadow of the cold sword, and her figure was outstanding, as if she was standing on the top of the blizzard mountain.
The whole auditorium was quiet.
Until Bai Qian took the sword, opened the black curtain and returned to the backstage, the silent auditorium exploded into a ball like a drop of water entering a calm oil pan.
"Ah, ah, Lu Xiaohan," the Minister of Literature and Art on the left side of the stage almost choked her, "You call this unprofessional? If this is unprofessional, what does it mean to be professional? It's all your fault, I didn't record the screen!"
A girl from the art class next to her said softly: "Not to mention the sword flowers and point swords that she held and the swords that collapsed... just the cross body turn, no one in our art class can do it so smoothly..."
Lu Xiaohan, who was about to be strangled to death: "..."
Off the stage, on the table.
A group of teenagers couldn't recover for a long time, "Wang Yu, are you recording the screen, right?"
Someone went to snatch Wang Yu’s cell phone.
Wang Yu, who was robbed of his mobile phone: "..."
"I realized later that I only recorded the last twenty seconds. Please take your time and don't delete it by mistake..."
A group of teenagers clicked on the video hurriedly.
Not close to the stage, I zoomed in on the video and saw the outline of Bai Qian.
Wearing white clothes, blue trousers, a vague red belt on her wrists, and a white spotlight above her head, the girl's hibiscus complexion can be seen even through a distant lens.
Bright and impactful.
The sword is like frost and snow, this feeling of alienating madness and transforming into an immortal is simply amazing!
**
There is no one in the background.
Bai Qian took her coat and Lu Xiaohan and others came in.
"Put our sword away." Lu Xiaohan solemnly handed the sword to the logistics staff.
The logistics staff still looked at Bai Zian and took the sword, "Don't worry."
The people from the student union wanted to interview Bai Zian more, and even wanted to give her an exclusive interview for the school newspaper, but Bai Zian was still anxious to go back to her homework and didn't stay any longer.
Waiting to leave the auditorium.
Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Qian quietly.
Bai Zian took the vocabulary book and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Say."
"Didn't you say you are as good as a long sword?"
"Yes." Bai Zian was stunned.
The Bai family are good at spears and horseback arrows, and so is she.
She is proficient in all the six arts except "ritual", and she is slightly better at Baya, music, calligraphy, poetry, wine and tea party.
As for the long sword, she only learned a few tricks.
A casual sword dance is okay, but if she really wants to fight, a spear is suitable for her.
Lu Xiaohan saw that Bai Qian was very serious and felt that she was as strong as a sword, and she was not being modest.
"No, you call this ordinary?" Lu Xiaohan recalled the words of the art student just now. What kind of environment did the new classmate grow up in?
Bai Zian nodded: "What else?"
Lu Xiaohan: "..."
This is called ordinary. Do others still want to live?
Bai Xian's phone vibrated. She took it out and saw that it was a courier message, telling her that the courier had arrived at school.
She put her phone back in her pocket, thinking of picking it up at night.
As soon as Lu Xiaohan returned to class, others immediately gathered around him.
In order to avoid Bai Pian becoming nervous, the entertainment committee member did not follow him.
"How was the rehearsal?" she asked nervously.
Lu Xiaohan took out the book and punched the table hard, "Damn! I didn't record the screen! I can only say...it's our loss for not seeing it."
"Only when you see the scene with your own eyes will you know what shock is."
After the last minister, Lu Xiaohan was strangled again.
It's okay if she doesn't say anything, but when she does, others just want to slap her.
"What's the standard answer you got?" After the fight, the entertainment committee member breathed a sigh of relief. She watched Lu Xiaohan take a Chinese answer sheet and copy it.
The regular handwriting above is very similar to the standard answer.
"This," Lu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Qian's Chinese answer sheet, "I'll take Bai Qian's answer sheet and copy it."
"Wait a minute," the entertainment committee member said in disbelief, pointing at the poem to fill in the blanks, "can she also write about the elective extracurricular reading?"
Lu Xiaohan had only focused on Bai Qian's composition before, and didn't notice that her previous score was basically 90%.
Hearing this, he lowered his head subconsciously.
This time there is a very unpopular question in the Chinese poetry fill-in-the-blank question.
[16. In Bai Xiangjun's "On the Military March" (Part 2), the two sentences "——,——" express her chivalrous heroic ambitions, and also triggered various interpretations of her by later generations of readers. 】
Lu Lingxi hasn't mentioned this question yet, and they haven't learned this poem either.
But there was a neat sentence written on Bai Zian’s answer sheet——
"Only when we were in military chariots, we cried with bloody swords, drank wine and held the moon in our hands towards the sky."
Lu Xiaohan subconsciously looked back at Bai Qian, who was lowering his eyes and seriously solving an ellipse problem.
She then struggled to explain to Bai Zian: "Classmate Bai studied literature before, maybe it's different from what we studied..."
Lu Xiaohan added the word "ba" almost guiltily.
People in Xiangcheng cherish Bai Xiangjun's poems very much. Every exam in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School almost always contains her poems. Even a dawdling student like Zhang Shize can't write wrong.
But compared to her other poems today, this sentence is a little too unpopular.
If Bai Zian could write it down, it would be really weird.
**
The last week of the training class.
Most students know that 90% of these two places are reserved for Ren Wanxuan and Chen.
But I didn’t give up and studied very seriously.
The head teacher of Class 8 handed out today's test questions, and his eyes finally stopped on Tang Ming. "From today on, the difficulty of the exercises will skyrocket again. Everyone has a chance. I hope everyone will not give up."
Tang Ming, Ning Xiao and Bai Qian did not answer the questions immediately. Ning Xiao openly took out Jiangjing University Physics and browsed through it at will.
He asked Tang Ming: "When will you watch?"
Tang Ming reviewed the last analysis without raising his head: "Let's talk about it, we don't have time now."
After the head teacher of Class 8 left.
Most of the students couldn't help but look at them, especially Tang Ming's words.
Chen Zhu, a classmate who was familiar with Ren Wanxuan, changed the topic and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Do you both have more than 290 for comprehensive science?"
"Well, the question this time is not difficult." Ren Wanxuan looked back.
"That's awesome," the other person sighed, "I scored 277 in physics, but only 104 in physics. There were several questions that were very similar to the training questions, but I didn't do them right."
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were used to other people's attention and praise, so they didn't care.
Several people were talking, and suddenly someone looked at Bai Qian, "Hey, how do you think the new students did in the exam?"
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was curious.
After all, Bai Zian was named by the principal.
She was forced not to study literature.
"It should be very good. Have you forgotten that she was specially recruited?" Someone said mysteriously, "And I also saw someone on the forum saying that the performance of the new classmates was amazing."
"real?"
There were voices discussing Bai Zian all around.
Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and slowly put things into her schoolbag with a sarcastic expression.
Show?
What's the major?
I can only see one face.
"Ningxiao Science Comprehensive Score is 296." They had all done physics questions this time in the training class, and the only ones that were bad were chemistry and biology. Chen Zhu was also very curious about the new student's score: "I don't know how much Bai Qian is."
Chen Zhu scored 297 in comprehensive science this time, and Ren Wanxuan just scored 290.
Ren Wanxuan zipped up her zipper with a swipe, glanced at them, and said casually: "Are you talking about a new classmate? She has 110 in comprehensive science and a total score of 450."
