The Zhao Youyue in her second year of high school was like a completely different person compared to the Zhao Youyue in her first year of high school. Her sense of presence had increased significantly!
This meant that her one year of hard work did not go to waste, be it in reality or in the "Two Dimensional Gate".
Moreover, she did not cut off her long hair, nor did she tie it up in a ponytail. That would make her feel constrained and uncomfortable.
Now, she could finally follow her mother, Wang Hua, to get her hair done. The quality of her hair was actually better than Wang Hua's.
Actually, the feeling of long hair fluttering in the wind was pretty good. If she could please herself, then she would do it for a year. If she felt that time was too tight during the third year of high school, and taking care of her long hair was too much of a hassle, she would choose to cut it off again. It would always grow back anyway.
When she reaches university, she would have more time, and she could keep her long hair forever.
She still kept some of her habits. For example, she would rather walk a few more steps than wait for Uncle Liu to drive the luxury car to the school gate. It was as if she was purposely emphasizing that her family background was not ordinary.
Zhao Youyue never liked others to care about her appearance or family background. She worked hard to be a more talented, capable, strong and independent girl.
Isn't this kind of girl very handsome? Handsome girls are popular nowadays!
She still preferred to wear school uniform in school, because it was convenient and simple.
However, the long-haired Zhao Youyue in school uniform gave people a completely different feeling. Even if she wore the school uniform now, she would not be inconspicuous.
Because of her smooth black hair, her beautiful appearance, and her temperament that was cultivated by immersing herself in learning and music, she was destined to not be a side character. She could totally be called the school belle of this school!
Unfortunately, there were very few school belle selection events in reality, unless the girl was already the most famous in school, and her appearance was also passable. Then, she would naturally ascend to the throne of the school belle. Even if someone was prettier than her, if they were not famous, what use would that be?
Of course, Zhao Youyue was only famous in her own grade, and she had not truly made a name for herself in school. This year of high school was the time for her to continue expanding her influence.
During the first year of high school, she was very low-key, because she did not have the confidence to be high-profile, be it in terms of academic performance or specialty.
But now, she was one of the top ten students in the school. Most of the students knew that she had reached the tenth grade in the violin competition and won the gold medal in the provincial level competition.
Under such circumstances, even if she wanted to keep a low profile, she couldn't keep a low profile anymore. She might as well display her excellence and let others look up to her.
Zhao Youyue's class was originally on the first floor, but now it was on the third floor, as there were four classes on each floor.
Moreover, the teaching blocks were also changed. Each grade had its own independent teaching block. The teaching block for Year Two was sandwiched between Year Three and Year One.
Zhao Youyue almost went to the Year One building again, but she suddenly remembered something when she was halfway there. She turned back to the Year Two building and climbed up to the third floor. Only then did she arrive at her class 11, the best intensive liberal arts class in the entire school.
However, when Zhao Youyue remembered that her Little Angel, Jiang Qing, was no longer in the same class as her, she felt a little disappointed. Also, The Great Scholar Han. She had wanted to train him into a royal scholar, but he had become a crossdresser. Fate really made fools of people.
Zhao Youyue did not know if there were any students who were good at writing in the new class. She felt that the possibility was not high. There were not many writing geniuses like Han Leng in this world.
Zhao Youyue always appreciated talented people more, because she was also working hard to become more talented, more perfect.
Zhao Youyue did not rush into the classroom. Instead, she stood in the corridor, leaning on the railing and overlooking the school. The teaching block for Year Three was right in front of her. In another year, she would move to another floor.
In addition, the intensive class was all about the survival of the fittest. Once a semester was over, the students in the intensive class whose results were not as good as the students in the ordinary class would be ruthlessly kicked out and replaced by the students from the ordinary class. This system of strength was cruel, but it could effectively spur the students in the intensive class to not think that everything would be fine just because they had entered the intensive class …
If Zhao Youyue was still in her first year of high school, she would never want to enter a class that was filled with a murderous atmosphere. It was as if everyone was a competitor. How embarrassing would it be if she was kicked out?
However, the current Zhao Youyue was different from before. Based on her results, there was no way she would be kicked out, no matter what.
Then, Zhao Youyue looked down at the many beautiful flower beds in the school. The greenery of the school was pretty good. Walking among them was a pleasure.
At this moment, Zhao Youyue heard a passionate voice, "Zhao Youyue, it's an honor to be in the same class again."
Zhao Youyue turned her head, and realized that it was Zhu Ran, the class monitor of her previous class. She did not expect him to choose to study arts, even though he had participated in the mathematics competition.
What she did not know was that Zhu Ran had admitted that he did not have the intelligence to participate in the mathematics competition. No matter how hard he worked, he would probably only get the third prize. What was the point of that?
It was better to give up on all the competitions and focus on the college entrance examination. His science results were not bad, but he preferred arts. Arts was a big advantage for him.
"Oh, it's the old class monitor. Nice to meet you, class monitor!" Zhao Youyue looked at the ordinary-looking Zhu Ran and replied with a smile.
Zhu Ran did not dare to look at Zhao Youyue's beautiful smile. The long-haired version of her was too dazzling!
He thought of how he did not recognize her during the summer holidays. She must have a grudge against him. He was a little depressed, but he could not be blamed. She had changed too much!
In the past, Zhu Ran did not even look at students like Zhao Youyue, who had no sense of existence. But now, he said in a flattering manner, "Zhao Youyue, your violin performance in class was so beautiful. I was stunned!"
"Thank you for your compliment, class monitor!" Zhao Youyue replied with a smile. She was always polite, with the elegance of a rich lady.
Zhu Ran chatted casually with Zhao Youyue for a while, and then walked into the classroom.
Zhao Youyue continued to look around, before walking into the classroom.
Then, she realized that she had walked into a womanland. There were less than ten boys in the entire class.
This was probably the norm in the intensive arts class …
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