Is what you're learning correct?

Chapter 24 Nothing to do today, listening to music in the brothel

"Do you know him?"

"Know me? What other class besides Class 9 in the Literature Department could possibly field the whole thing?"

"Wait a minute? The whole audience?"

"Damn it, in this freezing weather, what grudge or addiction could you possibly have? Are you out of your mind? You're so young and you're already about to burst."

"Everyone's a master of showing off!"

"It won't be that slow. If you can't hold your pen properly in class, you'll behave yourself when you get back to the dorm."

Everyone goes crazy in their senior year of high school. It's not just Class 13 that's good at abstract thinking; Class 9 is also a master. Zhou Zijin watched for a while and then exclaimed with envy, "Class 13 is amazing! They can even put together two cheerleading squads for a 25-minute intra-class scrimmage. Even the grass looks like grass there!"

Zhu Gaizhi sneered: "Want to join the cheerleading squad? That's just a trip to Southeast Asia!"

Liu Lan asked, "Are you coming back for dinner?"

"The red and white kidneys are quite delicious!" Lu Chi felt himself starting to get hungry. He had lost that worldly desire and was no longer able to lash out at Zhou Zijin. He uttered a low, mournful murmur: "Grill over high heat to remove the fishy smell and set the shape, brush with oil and spray with sweet seafood soy sauce to enhance the flavor, put the white kidneys on the grill and add more seasonings, cumin, chili powder, salt, and finally give it a slicing cut, and it bursts open in a flash, all white and tender!"

Ran Qingfeng grunted, "Are you...you're crazy! This is only the second period! How am I supposed to get through the next two?"

"You eat..."

Dan Heman placed a small cake on Ran Qingfeng's desk and pushed it towards her little by little with her fingers. Her hands were very white and her arms were very thin. When they were tucked into the loose and ill-fitting sleeves of her school uniform, she had a particularly delicate air about her.

Ran Qingfeng was stunned for a moment: "Mommy loves you!"

Liu Lan said in a high-pitched voice, "Mom, wash your feet!"

The fact that they blurted it out subconsciously is enough to prove that these two are heavyweights. Their hearts are incredibly strong, and they can withstand the test of fire in Group 7 of Class 13.

"Hey, this looks like the little cake I got from Zhao Liying (Zhao Liying's boyfriend) to help the poor. Is it a limited edition collectible?"

"No...it's...I didn't...forgot...forgot to eat..."

"Oh my, you're so full, aren't you just reluctant to eat it?"

"Okay, I'll really eat it then. You won't cry, will you?"

Yan Bao rescued Shan Heman. With her high ponytail and long trench coat, she strode in, her youthful and bright smile illuminating the entire lifeless classroom: "It's only the first few classes, how come everyone is so sleepy?"

I don't know which shameless person took advantage of the chaos to shout from below: "Yan Bao, Yan Bao, I know, but what kind of behavior is this!"

Yan Bao had an "I knew it!" look on her face: "Yeah, where's the arts and literature representative? Come up and show yourself!"

The arts and literature committee member, Yuan Ziqing, was already exhausted and weakly protested, "Yan Bao, we haven't had that kind of class for a whole year. I have every reason to suggest you use your own inner disciples!"

Yan Bao nodded obligingly, smiling as she said, "Then you and Shu Weixi come up together!"

Yuan Ziqing was already quite satisfied with dragging one person down with him, and ignoring Shu Weixi's aggressive behavior, she stretched out her hand and used a summoning spell: "Back row, activate! Quickly retrieve my monster-fighting magic weapon!"

Shu Le darted over from behind, presenting the guitar and its case with both hands. After Yuan Ziqing took out the guitar, Shu Le bowed to Yuan Ziqing and darted backward back to the back row, just like a very polite King Kong entering the classroom.

No other meaning.

Whenever someone tries to mess with Shu Weixi, I, Shu Le, have to lend a hand.

Shu Weixi gritted her teeth so hard they almost broke, pointing at Lu Chi: "Yan Bao, Yan Bao, I'm just an ordinary inner disciple! You have personal disciples too!"

"That won't do, he's banned from the competition!" Yan Bao pointed to his head: "The sect's supreme elder has spoken the word, and we juniors cannot disobey him in the slightest. You can go in peace!"

By this time, the laughter from Class 13 was almost enough to lift the entire third floor off the ground. Yan Bao made a shushing gesture, as if forming a barrier. The effect was immediate, and the room fell silent. As a teacher, Old Yang was heartbroken to see this, and the director shed tears upon hearing it.

Yuan Ziqing strummed the strings, and after a series of chords, feeling that her skills hadn't rusted, she looked up and asked, "Um, considering the intense study atmosphere in our class, how should I put it? A little tune about progress? You're from Dandong?"

Shu Weixi was completely dumbfounded: "What? I don't know how! I can't do it!"

"If you come through three winters to exchange for a city of snow-white longing, blooming gently in the wind, the splendor on the horizon turning into tears, waking up crying~" Yuan Ziqing spoke rapidly and without pause, looking at Shu Weixi: "Hmm?"

Shu Weixi shook her head again: "I don't know how to do this!"

The students below knew how to cooperate, a bunch of abstract critics:

\(ಥ᎔ಥ)/\(ಥ᎔ಥ)/\(ಥ᎔ಥ)/

\O/\O/\O/

┗( T﹏T )┛┗( T﹏T )┛┗( T﹏T )┛

\o／\o／\o／

No need to know, absolutely no need to know. We'll still love watching you maintain your pose on stage!

Behind them, Black King Kong Shu Le crossed his arms and twisted his waist and hips. Yuan Ziqing understood and then started playing a little prelude to a grand opening and coronation tune. This time, Shu Weixi also understood and had a sudden realization.

I didn't dare use multimedia; the noise was already loud enough.

However, the monkeys from at least three or four classes next door have started climbing trees. They're the kind of crazy kids who won't stop until they drag out their class monitor or the back row's surprise fighter to hang the streetlights.

Senior year of high school is like this: each student is a powder keg connected to the class. You never know what might trigger it and the whole thing will explode. So, at least relatively speaking, a conscientious class like Class 13, which has maintained its limits in terms of sustainability, is less likely to explode. Its tolerance and resistance are both maxed out, making it an outstanding example of emotional stability.

"I'm jealous of their talent!" Zhou Zijin muttered under her breath. "Hey, what song is this?"

Zhu Gaizhi glanced at him: "What are you pretending for? Wasn't that the song sung by that little wench who swung on a swing with her ass that you smacked up the other day?"

"?"

What? What does "swinging on a swing with your butt" mean? Who swings on a swing without using their butt? Wait, why were you peeking at my phone? That's immoral!

Yuan Ziqing and Shu Weixi's standing meditation output on the podium —

This life is too long, yet we are stopped at the edge of the world.

Who still remembers the time when pear blossoms were like snow?

My heart is as firm as stone and cannot be changed.

My heart is not to be swept away.

Gazing blankly, the depths of love remain unfathomable.

Zhou Zijin stood at attention with utmost respect: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you!"

"Wow, that's amazing..." Dan Heman opened her mouth, but she was clearly more concerned about the words Yan Bao had emphasized earlier, and turned back to ask, "Why did the teacher say that Lu Chi was suspended?"

"Pfft~"

Four out of the five people couldn't hold back, and the remaining one blushed.

"Why don't you ask him yourself!"

"Get lost! Is it a case of 'whipping a dead corpse' every time a new person comes along?"

"Goose, goose, goose~"

One song, two mental lessons—and the students were completely won over. The clapping and cheering interrupted the whispers of a few people. Dan Heman didn't get the answer she wanted, so she could only turn around and sit down, feeling a bit lost. Yan Bao had already started lecturing.

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