The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 17 Wang Shishi, you bastard! [Please continue reading]

Zhang Muchen walked into the classroom and sat down in his seat. He could clearly feel Chen Hao's sycophantic gaze lingering on him.

There's no doubt about it; it must have been BYD who spread rumors to Liu Ziyang that he and Chu Jiuli were getting close, which caused that whole farce.

Zhang Muchen raised her head, gave Chen Hao a cold look, and her eyes carried a clear warning.

When Chen Hao met his gaze, he trembled and immediately lowered his head.

The first time is a warning, the second time is a military crackdown.

Just then, the classroom door was gently pushed open, and the familiar sound of high heels echoed inside.

Liu Wuyang walked in.

She was wearing a knitted sweater, paired with thick black stockings and high heels.

The previously lazy male students in the class immediately perked up, their eyes following her every move, and some even pretended to tidy up their books to steal a few more glances at her.

Liu Wuyang's height isn't considered tall for a girl from northern China; it's more of an average height. But high heels elongate her legs, making her figure appear particularly slender and well-proportioned.

He also had a nickname in class: Liu Sisi. The "Si" in "stockings."

Black stockings, shredded meat.

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It fulfilled the students' fantasies.

Of course, Zhang Muchen was an exception. After all, in his eyes, Liu Wuyang was comparable to the Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus Rex; she never gave him a kind look for more than three seconds.

Liu Wuyang stood on the podium, her gaze inadvertently sweeping towards Zhang Muchen.

Zhang Muchen was leaning lazily back in his chair. When he noticed Liu Wuyang's gaze, he met her eyes and then winked at her.

Liu Wuyang was momentarily stunned, then immediately looked away. She was afraid that if they stared at each other for a few more seconds, she would burst out laughing.

Zhang Muchen's current winking and grimacing looks remarkably like a certain radio host.

This student, who makes fried dough sticks, always seems carefree and irresponsible, yet he is surprisingly adept at navigating social situations.

Liu Wuyang couldn't bring herself to hate him at all.

She glared at Zhang Muchen, then cleared her throat: "I have something to say before class. Our class needs to put on a performance for the New Year's Eve party. It can be singing, a skit, or dancing. Anyone who is interested can sign up now."

"In addition, we need four hosts for the New Year's Eve party. Two men and two women. Anyone who wants to try can sign up."

A murmur rippled through the audience. Everyone was clearly interested in the New Year's Eve party. But when it came to performing or hosting, everyone's face screamed "No way!"

After all, this is an elite class, and most of the students have excellent academic performance but few have special talents.

They can lead the charge in exams, but asking them to perform on stage is clearly a stretch.

Looking at the silent students below the stage, Liu Wuyang frowned slightly, then said in a persuasive tone, "This year's New Year's Eve party is quite grand because next year is the 50th anniversary of the school's founding, so this New Year's Eve party is also part of the school's anniversary celebration. The school has not only contributed a lot of budget support, but even leaders from the Education Bureau will be attending."

"This is a great opportunity to shine. It will bring honor to your class and give you valuable experience in showcasing yourself. When you go to university, the stage will only be bigger than it is now."

Liu Wuyang glanced around at the students below the stage, her tone filled with expectation and encouragement.

She's different from traditional high school teachers. She doesn't see New Year's Eve parties as a waste of time. After all, she spent some time in the United States and understands that students shouldn't just focus on studying.

She believes students should participate in more activities like this to enrich their lives and maintain a positive mindset, rather than becoming dull and lifeless by burying themselves in their studies.

However, although the students in the class were whispering among themselves, no one volunteered. Liu Wuyang looked at the students who were looking down and avoiding eye contact, and sighed softly.

“Jiu Li,” Liu Wuyang said gently, “why don’t you try being a host? Your Mandarin is very standard and your voice is pleasant to hear.”

Chu Jiuli paused for a moment, then shook her head, looking somewhat flustered: "Teacher, I think I should focus on my studies..."

Liu Wuyang smiled slightly: "Jiuli, it won't take up too much time. Just think of it as a way to relax. You need to adjust your mindset when you're always burying yourself in studying."

"Besides, your height of 1.75 meters and your image and temperament are very suitable for a host. And this is just an audition. If you are not selected, you can come back and continue to study. It won't delay you at all."

Upon hearing this, Chu Jiuli hesitated for a moment. She looked up at Liu Wuyang, but ultimately decided not to offend her teacher.

"Okay, let me try."

Liu Wuyang smiled with satisfaction, her gaze suddenly falling on Zhang Muchen. "Zhang Muchen!"

She suddenly raised her voice, so loud that Zhang Muchen jumped and almost dropped his phone from under the desk.

"You're always laughing and joking, but now that it's time to bring honor to the class, you're all silent? No way, you're going to run for host too!" Liu Wuyang crossed her arms.

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Liu Wuyang added, "Can you put on a show? Can you sing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom erupted in laughter.

"Teacher, he's singing off-key!"

Chen Hao, the sycophant, seized the opportunity and loudly exposed Zhang Muchen's shortcomings, his voice revealing a hint of schadenfreude.

Zhang Muchen glanced at the dog, too lazy to bother with it. However, he couldn't help but think of his past embarrassing experiences.

During the last National Day class reunion, everyone went to a karaoke bar. Zhang Muchen originally just wanted to quietly be part of the atmosphere-maker, but a group of people egged him on and forced him to sing a song.

What's most outrageous is that Wang Shishi, that jerk, also joined in the commotion.

Left with no other choice, Zhang Muchen had to bite the bullet and perform a song called "Faith".

As soon as he started singing, "I have so many regrets and so many expectations, do you know that?", the whole room fell into an eerie silence.

Not only was his pitch off, but he completely ruined the rhythm. From then on, no one in the class ever invited Zhang Muchen to a karaoke party again.

It's not that we don't want to bring him along, but everyone is afraid that once he starts singing, the whole room will lose its rhythm and he won't be able to continue singing.

This was the first time Liu Wuyang had heard that Zhang Muchen sang off-key. She glanced at him with interest, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Alright, alright, stop making a fuss," Liu Wuyang gently patted the podium to stop the laughter, "Is there anyone in our class who can put on a performance?"

She glanced around, her gaze suddenly landing on Chen Hao, who had been shouting the loudest earlier.

"Chen Hao, you were laughing the most just now, so could you do a show?"

When Chen Hao heard his name called, he stiffened and immediately shrank back, saying, "Teacher, I... I don't have any special talents."

He really doesn't have any special talents; besides being a dog, he has nothing else to offer.

The class fell into a brief silence, exchanging bewildered glances.

Some students can actually sing or dance, but when it comes to performing on stage, shyness and timidity immediately take over.

At this moment, Wang Shishi suddenly stood up, her gaze falling on Zhang Muchen, a sly smile on her lips: "Teacher, Zhang Muchen can play the guitar!"

Liu Wuyang was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and her gaze fell back on Zhang Muchen: "Really?"

“Really, really! He plays exceptionally well!” Wang Shishi said with absolute certainty.

Wang Shishi, what are you trying to do, you jerk?

Zhang Muchen looked at Wang Shishi with a completely confused expression.

The next second, Wang Shishi suddenly turned around and gave Chu Jiuli and Zhang Muchen a motherly smile.

not good.

Chu Jiuli and Zhang Muchen both became alert at the same time, instantly realizing that something bad was about to happen.

really.

Wang Shishi's voice rang out again.

"Teacher, Chu Jiuli sings exceptionally well too. I suggest she and Zhang Muchen form a duo, singing and playing guitar, they'd definitely steal the show!"

The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to Chu Jiuli and Zhang Muchen.

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(End of this chapter)