The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

"If it remains silent, it will be for nothing; but when it does, it will be a sensation."

Teacher Jiang looked at Xu Xi with admiration and gave her a thumbs up.

"Looks like I'm on a lucky streak today. I drew the King in the last card of the deck."

"Thank you, teacher."

Xu Xi answered somewhat shyly.

Then, Teacher Jiang looked at Wen Yao, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

"As expected, great people are always hidden among ordinary people."

"Our class monitor from Class 3 is also a hidden master."

"If she were in the military, she would definitely be an excellent performing arts soldier, using her spirited voice to boost morale."

The students laughed so hard they were doubled over, especially the students in Class 3, who were all clutching their stomachs and laughing heartily.

Wen Yao looked at them with a resentful expression, her eyes seeming to say, "Keep laughing, or I'll make things difficult for you."

"However, this kind of courage is something we should learn from!"

Teacher Jiang patted Wen Yao's head reassuringly.

There's an old Kazakh saying: "The road that can be traveled in one chin can take three days to walk."

"The gist is that when asking for directions, many people habitually look up, point to another hill with their chin, and say: 'It's over there, very easy.' But in reality, it's hundreds of miles away."

"People don't share the same feelings. What seems like an easy task is actually very difficult for those who climb mountains."

"Regardless of how well the class monitor of Class 3 performs, the fact that she was willing to volunteer to accompany her friend on stage to sing already shows that she has mustered up the courage to overcome this challenge."

Those who observe from afar hope for more tolerance and encouragement; those who climb the mountain hope for more perseverance and resilience.

After she finished speaking, applause rang out in the classroom once again.

This time, the award is not for Xu Xi, but for Wen Yao, who bravely stepped forward to help Xu Xi.

Wen Yao touched the back of her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

After Teacher Jiang said that, it seemed that my tone-deaf performance had become a wonderful show.

After the two returned to their seats, Song Jiayi turned around and said to Xu Xi somewhat shyly.

"You sing very well."

"Thanks."

Xu Xi politely thanked her.

Zhao Lin saw all of this and felt a pang of jealousy.

Throughout the entire class, Song Jiayi didn't say a single word to her.

Zhao Lin tried every possible way to find topics to talk about, but each time she received a perfunctory reply from him.

His act of praising another girl in front of her made Zhao Lin even more jealous.

Before long, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Amidst the students' reluctant farewells, Teacher Jiang waved goodbye and left the classroom.

"Let's go, Xu Xi, back to the classroom to pack our things and then it's time to go home."

Wen Yao tugged at Xu Xi, only to see the latter shake her head.

"What's wrong?"

She asked, puzzled.

Xu Xi unfolded a piece of paper in her palm, on which was written a sentence.

"If possible, could you come and see the teacher after class? The teacher's office is in room 305."

"Did Teacher Jiang give it to you?"

Xu Xi nodded.

"Then you go ahead, I'll go back and pack my things."

"it is good."

......

Office 305 is located in the far corner of the third floor.

A high school allocates teacher offices according to subject, with all teachers of each subject assigned to one office.

This makes it easier for teachers to discuss teaching issues and exchange ideas with each other.

Even teachers of art courses who are not academic subjects enjoy the same treatment.

And because there was only one music teacher for the entire grade, Ms. Jiang's office became her private little room.

"Yuting, when winter vacation comes, I'll take you to Guangxi Province. They say the scenery there is the most beautiful in the whole country."

"But I've heard that people over there can really drink a lot. I don't know if I can handle it."

Teacher Jiang gently stroked the pendant on her chest, a smile on her lips, but her eyes betrayed a deep regret.

On her desk sat a framed photograph.

The photo shows two girls, probably two young high school students.

The person on the left can be vaguely identified as Teacher Jiang from a few years ago.

The woman on the right looks exactly like Teacher Jiang, with the same appearance and a sweet smile, except that she has a beauty mark under her eye.

"If I can't drink anymore, I'll secretly pour some for you, hehe."

"But you can't tell your mom when you get home. You're an adult now, and you can't play the tattletale game like a little kid anymore."

She flipped through her notebook, which contained notes on interesting cities that her classmates had shared during class.

"Forget about the grasslands. It's too cold in Inner Mongolia in winter. Your health isn't good. If you get sick from the cold, I'll be heartbroken."

"However, I can take you there next summer vacation. I'm really craving roasted lamb leg on the grassland, hehe... roasted lamb leg."

While chatting happily about her future travel plans, Ms. Jiang's eyes were veiled with a faint layer of tears.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Teacher Jiang turned the photo frame upside down on the table and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Hello, Teacher Jiang, what can I do for you?"

Xu Xi walked into the office and gently closed the door.

"Hehe, it's break time now, I prefer you to call me 'older sister'."

Teacher Jiang put on a smiling face and pulled Xu Xi to sit down on the sofa.

"Ah...okay, sister..."

Xu Xi said somewhat shyly, her right hand constantly rubbing behind her back.

She was very nervous, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Don't be so nervous. You didn't do anything wrong, and your sister isn't going to eat you~"

Teacher Jiang rubbed her shoulder and started chatting with Xu Xi.

From favorite colors to favorite dishes to favorite animals.

After chatting for a while, Xu Xi was still a little shy, but she was no longer as nervous as when she first entered the office.

"Xu Xi, have you ever heard of art students?"

Teacher Jiang changed the subject and asked Xu Xi a question.

Xu Xi shook her head; the word was completely unfamiliar to her.

Seeing this, Teacher Jiang patiently explained.

"There are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert. Universities also have all kinds of disciplines, and there are also majors that specialize in teaching the arts, such as singing, dancing, and painting."

"To get into these majors, excellent academic performance alone is not enough, because even the best students can be completely clueless about art."

"Art students are those who specifically prepare for these art-related professional exams."

Teacher Jiang's gaze fell on Xu Xi's fair cheeks as she spoke earnestly.

"Xu Xi, are you interested in becoming an art student?"

"Your singing voice is very unique, and you're beautiful, but there are many problems with how you produce your voice."

"If you study music as an art student and focus on developing your musical skills, you can get into an arts school like a drama academy in the future, and your achievements will not be lower than those of students majoring in general education."