Li Xingchen was fully prepared for the second day of tutoring and progressed steadily according to the plan. In a short period of time, she had to improve her English scores, explore question-solving skills and memorize high-frequency words and sentences. At the same time, she also had to start with the most basic grammar.

.

As for taking classes...

Li Xingchen drew a circle of high-frequency words for Bai Daiyi. He turned his head and saw that Jiang Cong was reading an English extracurricular book.

The young man's eyebrows are deep and three-dimensional, the lines on his side face are hard and clear, his mandible is sharp and has a strong sense of presence, with sharp angles, and his Adam's apple is slightly convex, and occasionally moves slightly with the slight swallowing movement.

The sun was shining brightly, streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and some of it fell on his long eyelashes.

"Little teacher, don't be distracted."

He didn't turn his head, still looking at the book in his hand, but there was a slight arc on his lips.

Got caught.

Li Xingchen's eyes flashed and he turned back.

Looking at Bai Daiyi struggling to memorize words for a few seconds, she suddenly thought of something, looked back at Jiang Cong, took the book out of his hand, and then gave him a notebook and pen, "Jiang Cong, you can practice calligraphy.

."

She had a serious face and said, "Practice your handwriting to be as beautiful as your face, and you will gain twenty points in Chinese and Comprehensive Literature."

Jiang Cong: "..."

Bai Daiyi, who had seen Jiang's unruly font, laughed at him mercilessly.

Li Xingchen immediately turned to look at him: "You seem to be very relaxed, please add twenty words."

Bai Daiyi: "..."

The sweetest voice speaks the most heart-wrenching words in the world.

After memorizing the words later, Li Xingchen turned to Jiang Cong and told Bai Daiyi the basic sentence structure. Not to mention, Bai Daiyi, who regarded English as his mortal enemy, really listened. Li Xingchen spoke in an easy-to-understand manner.

Even a loser like him can understand it.

Because he was going back to school on Sunday afternoon, and tutoring ended at five o'clock, Li Xingchen drew questions for Bai Daiyi to practice corresponding knowledge in the exercise book.

Bai Daiyi: "Enough, enough, enough..."

After assigning homework, he noticed that it was surprisingly quiet around him. Li Xingchen looked over and saw Jiang Cong holding his pen and writing seriously.

She only gave him a notebook and wanted to know what he was writing. She stretched her head over there and saw hearts drawn between her name and his, filling the entire page.

Li Xingchen: "..."

"How is it?" He stopped writing, picked up the book and flipped it forward. There were five or six pages, just like the printed ones, densely packed.

Li Xingchen took another look, this time focusing on his handwriting, "Can you write well?"

Jiang Cong explained the reason: "I don't have the patience to write anything else."

Li Xingchen: "..."

"If you keep doing this, I will call my precious princess here next time." Bai Daiyi said quietly.

Jiang Cong smiled, stood up, packed her schoolbag, closed the book and stuffed it in, "Let's go."

They spoke to He Qiao who was watching TV in the living room. He Qiao smiled and walked them to the door. Looking at their backs, she held the door frame and sighed reluctantly: "It feels so good to have both children."

Bai Daiyi: "???"

"Mom, find a lawyer and let's go through the legal procedures for dissolving the relationship."

——

As time progressed, the final exam was put on the agenda, and Li Xingchen himself began to review.

School life is as usual, Jiang Cong and Li Xingchen maintain zero communication in the class tacitly.

Just when a young man occasionally walks in from the front door and passes by her, and the hem of his clothes touches the back of her writing hand, bringing with it a refreshing and faint scent of mint, Li Xingchen will raise the corners of his lips and put a gentle smile in his eyes.

In addition, the musical melodrama was finally chosen for the New Year's Day party performance. Li Xingchen thought about it and agreed to Qiu Qize playing the cello.

There are only two weeks until the New Year's Day party, and the rehearsal time is extremely tight. In addition to the free time on Saturdays and Sundays, a self-study class will be taken out every Wednesday and Thursday to rehearse in the school's Yinmei Building.

It was only after Li Xingchen went there that he found out that the piano player was Jiang Cong.

The others didn't seem to know. When they pushed the door open and saw him waiting inside, they stopped talking and laughing.

Damn it. Mr. Jiang sitting in front of the piano is so handsome.

No, that's not the focus.

Why is Mr. Jiang here? Why is he sitting in front of the piano???

When everyone entered, Jiang Conggang opened the cover of the piano and tried the music twice. When he heard the movement, he looked up and his eyes fell on Li Xingchen first. He did not miss the surprise and surprise in the little girl's eyes.

The corners of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly, but his expression remained cold, "If you don't come in, the heater will run out."

Everyone came back to their senses, hurriedly rushed in, and closed the door.

It seemed that only Qiu Qize knew about this, so he briefly explained the situation to everyone.

Everyone: Holy shit?! Boss Jiang can actually play the piano?!

It's a shock, but it's also very embarrassing. Everyone knows that Jiang Cong and Li Xingchen's...ahem...indescribable dispute ended in vain, and now they have to perform a show together, and everyone's eyes are turning to them.

They were not actually embarrassed, but they were forced to be embarrassed in everyone's minds.

This performance is divided into two important parts, music and plot performance. Not only the cello and piano must cooperate well, but the music and plot must also cooperate well. The performance is easy to say, but the key and difficulty lies in the two instruments, so you must try it first

The caliber of both musicians.

Then, Jiang Cong looked calm and careless, his slender white fingers lingering on the black and white keys, and the melodious rhythm of the notes floated in the air. A skillful piece of music once again stunned the whole room.

Because they are not professional, I can't tell if there are any mistakes, but it doesn't stop Mr. Jiang from playing so well!!!

After he finished playing, he found a table, sat on it, and started playing on his mobile phone.

Everyone: "..."

Yes, there is no need to practice at this level.

Next is Li Xingchen. She is not as skilled as Jiang Cong because she has only taken a few interest classes and cannot touch the cello in private, so she cannot practice it. In addition, she has not played for a long time, so it is inevitable that she will be rusty.

But! She is beautiful!

Just sitting there holding the strings will attract all the attention, okay?!

Everyone: First place is secured.

At the school's New Year's Day party, all performances will be reviewed by judges, and awards will be given based on rankings. The first place will receive a bonus of 3,000 yuan.

Li Xingchen finished a piece of music despite stumbling. The moment he raised his eyes, he met the young man's deep gaze.

Before others noticed the exchange of glances, Jiang Cong calmly looked away and looked down at his phone.

On the mobile phone, there is a picture of a girl looking at the music score and playing the piano intently. She is wearing a thin white down jacket, a loose bun, holding the strings in her hand, her face has soft but distinct lines, and her body

It exudes a quiet temperament, like a magnolia blooming in a mountain stream.

Jiang touched the screen with his fingertips, his eyes full of tenderness.

After the two presented their respective performances, they began to discuss the plot. At first, because they were afraid of Jiang Cong, everyone did not dare to speak loudly. Later, they found that he was not paying attention to him playing with his mobile phone, so they slowly started to talk and make trouble, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After the rehearsal, the two of them tacitly agreed to stay at the end and leave the classroom slowly.

"Good job."

"Playing well."
Chapter completed!