The next day, Teacher Bai did indeed talk about chorus in her class, which without exception caused a burst of wailing.
"It's a chorus again, can you be a little creative?"
"Yes, maybe this time there will be ten programs and eight of them will be choruses."
"Where are the remaining two?"
"One will sing solo and the other will dance."[
"I won't go on stage, I'll be like a fool!"
"If you like singing, go ahead. Can we help applaud?"
The students were noisy and noisy.
There was no other way, so Teacher Bai had to say: "Then choose a few. Is there anyone who can play an instrument?"
"Yes, the monitor can play the piano." A male voice answered quickly, causing a burst of laughter.
"Really?" Teacher Bai looked at monitor Qu Ni in surprise: "What can you play?"
Qu Ni was not timid and stood up and said, "Anything is fine, as long as you have the music score." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Qin Xue intentionally or unintentionally.
Qin Xue happened to see it and couldn't help being stunned.
Is she provoking? She seems to have nothing to do with her, right?
"Great! Then let's choose a few more good singers." Teacher Bai looked down a few times: "Is there anyone who volunteers to sign up?"
The students in the audience made a chaotic fuss for a long time, and finally a group of ten people, six women and four men, was selected. Qin Xue, as a member of the literary and art committee, did not escape and was added to the group, causing Cheng Le to wink at her with schadenfreude.
For quite a while.
If she had a choice, Qin Xue would rather work twenty-four hours in the workplace than waste an hour after school practicing singing with these "children". There are a few people who don't know the song "My Chinese Heart"
Sing?
Now that the program has been decided, Qin Xue has to do something she hates very much, which is to report the program to the student union. Yang Donghuai's favorite is the student union president. She really doesn't know that she will meet him this time.
Can I still keep smiling?
She waited until school was over in the afternoon, then reluctantly walked to the student union room.
But what she didn't expect was that after entering the student union, monitor Qu Ni was also present, and was talking to Yang Donghuai naturally and enthusiastically.
"Qin Xue, you're here. Is there something wrong?" Seeing her come in, Yang Donghuai came over in surprise.
Qin Xue frowned without any trace, not only because of his enthusiasm, but also because of the hidden jealousy seen on Qu Ni's face.
Now she understood why she gave herself provocative looks in class. This was the original cause of the problem.
But what does this have to do with you? [
"I'm here to report on the class program. It's a chorus of "My Chinese Heart" by ten people, with piano accompaniment by Qu Ni." She tried her best to sound businesslike, so as not to attract hatred for no reason.
Unfortunately, her hatred value seems to be too high. No matter how low-key she is, Qu Ni's jealousy is immediately aroused.
"Why are you signing up for the program now? Can't you do it during class? The president is also very busy after school and doesn't have time to play with you."
The corners of Qin Xue's eyes twitched. Can the blame be blamed on her in this way? No matter how busy he is, can he still be busy?
"I just want to say something. If nothing happens, I will leave first." Facing the person she hates, she can barely maintain this attitude. If someone misunderstands her and him again, she might as well buy a root.
Just hang yourself with noodles!
But someone blocked her in a very ignorant way.
"Qin Xue, do you have time? I have something to ask you." Yang Donghuai stopped her sincerely.
Feeling like she was being "killed" with people's eyes, she said with a fake smile: "I'm sorry, I still have friends waiting for me to go home together."
Yang Donghuai's eyes darkened: "Friend? Is it your boyfriend?"
What does it have to do with you? Qin Xue's eyes turned cold: "Goodbye."
After saying that, regardless of the weird looks on the two people behind him, he strode away without looking back.