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After coughing a few times, he smiled at the vice-principal beside him, "Principal Liu, Ziyun is smart and has a strong learning ability. He won an award in a national competition last year. Isn't there a school celebration in Gunan this year?" , the art troupe just happens to be short of a leader..."

Su Lijuan immediately picked up the female teacher's words: "This child is a bit biased, and he is not good at science. After that, if he chooses liberal arts in the class, his academic performance will improve. Xiaoyun, don't you think so?"

Bi Ziyun nodded like pounding garlic.

Vice-principal Liu seemed to be struggling for a long time, and finally let go: "Since this is the case, student Ziyun is also a rare talent in this area. This semester, he will be transferred to the first year of high school. After that, what arts are there in the city and the province?" For the competition, I also hope that student Ziyun will actively participate on behalf of Gu Nan."

"However, he still needs to make up for his academic performance as soon as possible. It's best to enroll him in a cram school or something—"

The implication is that Bi Ziyun is either unable to study here, or he must not hold back the students of No. [-] Middle School.

Su Lijuan smiled brightly, and immediately patted Bi Ziyun on the back: "Hurry up and thank the teachers."

Bi Ziyun immediately got up and bowed obediently: "Thank you teachers, I will work hard."

After chatting with her old classmates and making an appointment for dinner on the weekend, Su Lijuan took Bi Ziyun out of No. [-] Middle School happily.

After getting in the car, Bi Ziyun immediately threw the violin case back into the back seat, took off his heavy formal coat, and brushed his hair vigorously.

The hairspray she put on at noon was sticky, and Bi Ziyun always felt that she was like a greasy piglet waiting to be slaughtered all day today, and it was particularly oily and slippery.

After a lot of effort, Su Lijuan finally got her son into the best key middle school in the city. She looked rosy and refreshed, as if she was 20 years younger.

After graduating from the best music academy in the country, she entered the theater in the province smoothly.Later, she married Lao Bi, and turned into a pampered and rich wife. Life has been carefree so far, and the only hope is on her precious son.

My kid is good at everything, his appearance has inherited the gentle and handsome old Bi, his personality is gentle and cheerful, and he has no bad habits.Playing, playing and singing are everywhere, and relatives and friends are loved by everyone.

The only shortcoming is that I don't like to study.

I don't love very much, the kind who is forced to be in a hurry.

"It's settled this time, can I really enter No. [-] Middle School?" Bi Ziyun asked his mother.

Su Lijuan glanced at her son, and pressed the car window: "In the future, you'd better give me some refreshments in my studies, don't count down again and again, and lose the old face of me and your father."

Bi Ziyun took a sip of iced Coke, collapsed on the car seat, and burped in satisfaction.

2. Lipstick

"Remember, gather at the playground at 45:[-] tomorrow morning, and stay in the classroom for morning reading before the meeting."

Tang Runhua put down the blackboard eraser and looked around the classroom.The big fan in the room was buzzing, and there were laughter and fights in the corridor from time to time. Accompanied by the sound of the basketball falling to the ground, there was a bit of spring and summer vitality in the noise.

The bell for the end of get out of class had rang long ago, but Brother Hua hadn't left yet, and no one in Class Three dared to act rashly.

Bi Ziyun squinted her eyes and leaned against the classroom wall.The dazzling sunlight penetrated the phoenix tree outside the window, and scattered pieces on his desk.

This is the first class that Bi Ziyun took after transferring to Gunan from No. [-] Middle School.

The red and green canopy by the window swayed in the wind, and the dense tree shadows covered the scribbled writing on the blackboard.Bi Ziyun lowered her eyes, her slender fingers danced along the flickering spots of light on the desk.

The new head teacher was still talking on the podium, and the students in the back row were shaking their legs vigorously, which made Bi Ziyun's half-closed eyelashes twitch along with it.

"If anyone else is like them, they don't wear all school uniforms and trousers..."

Two boys without school uniforms leaned against the rear blackboard, grinning silly at the class teacher on the podium.The girls with ponytails who were punished to stand together had their ears flushed, and they were desperately using their textbooks to cover up the dresses they were wearing under their school uniforms.

After Tang Runhua instructed all the matters of tomorrow's opening ceremony, he lifted the teapot and was about to go out. At this moment, the deputy monitor suddenly said, "Mr. Tang, that new student doesn't have a school uniform yet."

"Oh, yes." Tang Runhua paused, "Bi Ziyun."

Bi Ziyun cursed secretly in her heart, but then straightened up, and smiled gently at the old class in front of her: "Teacher Tang."

Tang Runhua looked at the polite young man in front of him, his rough brows were huddled together, and he got into a tangle for a while.

Before Tang Runhua could say anything, Bi Ziyun took the initiative to speak: "Teacher, if I don't go to the opening ceremony tomorrow, I will stay in the classroom and wait for everyone."

"I still have to go," Tang Runhua said, "If not, you will follow me and stand at the end. The new semester has just started, so you should feel the atmosphere of Gunan."

"Okay, Teacher Tang." Bi Ziyun nodded hastily.

Tang Runhua gave a few words to the students who stood in the back row. Seeing that it was getting late, he picked up the tea mug and left the classroom slowly.

Seeing the head teacher disappear around the corner, Bi Ziyun withdrew the smile that was always on his face, and sat back on the seat by the door.

"Hey, classmate Bi."

The back desk, who had been on the verge of moving ever since Bi Ziyun entered the classroom, finally mustered up the courage to poke Bi Ziyun's back.

As soon as Bi Ziyun turned his head, the boy at the back table stretched out his hand enthusiastically: "My name is Xu Sixu, from now on you can just call me Xiaoxu."

"Brother Xu."

Bi Ziyun smiled and shook him back.

"It's hard to get into Gu Nan this year, how much sponsorship did you pay to get in?" Xu Sixu asked.

Seeing that Bi Ziyun hadn't spoken for a long time, he thought that the new transfer student was shy, and quickly waved his hand: "Last year, I paid too much sponsorship, and I was also paid by my father. After paying this amount—— "

Xu Sixu lowered his voice and extended three fingers to Bi Ziyun.

Bi Ziyun took a look at Xu Sixu, only to see that this person was wearing a sports watch of a foreign brand on his wrist, and a huge well-known logo was printed on the pen case on the table, and he exuded the aura of the nouveau riche rich second generation.

"I'm a special art student, and I'm not asked to pay the sponsorship fee." Bi Ziyun said.

Xu Sixu has always been outspoken, knowing that he made a mistake this time, he touched the back of his head, and felt a little embarrassed: "Well, I'm sorry."

Bi Ziyun smiled and said, "What's the matter?", then lowered his head and began to rummage through the textbooks for the next class on the desk.

In Gunan No. 90.00 Middle School, [-]% of the students were admitted from various counties through hard work. After all, people like Xu Sixu and himself are in the minority.Besides, I was originally a transfer student with unknown background, so it's normal for Xu Sixu to misunderstand.

Bi Ziyun rummaged through the math books, but didn't notice when the half-open classroom door was pushed open.

A hand stretched out from the door of the class, someone leaned halfway in from the door, and knocked on Bi Ziyun's desk with his knuckles.

As soon as the owner of the hand showed up at the door of class three, the female students in the class began to discuss in whispers.

"Student, please pass this on to Liu Xueting."

The man snapped something on Bi Ziyun's desk neatly and said.

Bi Ziyun raised his head and found two boys standing at the door of the classroom. Both of them were wearing basketball uniforms with their school uniforms loosely tied around their waists. They looked like they had just finished playing.

The leading boy is very tall, holding a basketball in his hand, his stature and appearance are outstanding in the crowd.The boy had messy black hair with transparent drops of water on the ends, and a few strands of half-wet hair hanging on his forehead, as if he had just washed it with a tap.

Bi Ziyun picked up the lipstick on the desk and asked the tall boy, "Who is Liu Xueting?"

Fang Nan's eyes slowly fell on the face of Bi Ziyun who was sitting at the door, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and an imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.

Why does this person look more and more familiar?

Fang Nan's impression of Bi Ziyun was not that deep, but he was quite impressed with his mother who was just "Xiaoyun" when she opened her mouth and kept the word "rich" on her face.

The tall handsome guy raised his chin behind him, and Bi Ziyun followed his gaze, and found that there was a pretty girl looking at him with a flushed face just behind the aisle on the right.

Bi Ziyun immediately realized that this female classmate named Liu Xueting was the same girl who was dragged to the back row by the head teacher for wearing a dress in class last class?

The tall boy: "That's the one looking at you."

Liu Xueting hurriedly lowered her head shyly.

Bi Ziyun: "..."

No, student Liu, your seat is less than five meters away from the door of the classroom, why can't you come and get it by yourself?

"It's almost time for class, why are you blocking the door, collecting debts?"

A female voice came faintly from outside the classroom door.The tall boy's companion was patted on the head with a textbook.He clutched his head and turned around to take a look, he lost half of his soul in fright: "Wang, Mr. Wang..."

"withdraw--"

The two young basketball players turned around at the same time, and rushed out of the third class classroom.

Bi Ziyun watched helplessly as the two people fled at the door with ease. The tall boy behind him seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and turned around halfway through the run.

"Mouth, red." The tall boy gestured to himself.

Bi Ziyun took a breath, then looked down at the desk in front of her.

The stick with a pink love ribbon is quietly lying on his desk, playful and cute.

The excellent reputation and high enrollment rate of Gunan No. [-] Middle School stem from its strict school discipline and rules.Compared with the No. [-] middle school in the last semester, the management here is obviously much stricter.School uniform must be