Chapter 30
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A book hit him on the head. As his vision blurred, he heard the girl's cold voice.
"Stay away from me."
Idiot.
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On the first day of class, Song Yaoyao was in the limelight.
The teacher didn't even ask about the absence of students in the class. The half-bald language teacher held up his textbook and explained. Most of the students in the classroom were sleeping. A few of them were listening to music or playing games with their headphones on.
Thus, when Wang Zhongyun moved his textbook away and casually glanced at the class, he paused.
What was the name of the girl who was listening attentively? Song what?
Wang Zhongyun frowned as he thought hard. Logically speaking, he should have some impression of such a beautiful and well-behaved girl. But for some reason, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't find anything related to her existence.
From this, it could be seen that Song Yaoyao's existence was very insignificant.
"Cough!" Wang Zhongyun put down his book and couldn't help but ask, "Student, which class are you from? Did you go to the wrong classroom? "
Song Yaoyao, who was seriously taking notes, looked up with a face full of question marks, "???"
"Pfft, hahahaha …"
As soon as Wang Zhongyun finished speaking, a mischievous boy couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He pointed at Song Yaoyao and said, "Teacher! This is Song Yaoyao! "
Wang Zhongyun was confused, "Who's Song Yaoyao? Is she from our class? "
"Yes! You've been teaching her for three years okay!! You've been teaching her ever since the first year of high school! "
Boy A rolled his eyes. He was speechless.
"Really?" Wang Zhongyun was skeptical. This group of students was used to causing trouble. He didn't really believe their words.
Thus, he waved at the girl who was looking at him with a pair of watery eyes, "Student, do you know what I was talking about? Do you know this poem? "
Song Yaoyao stood up obediently, "Teacher, you're talking about the pipa? This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi and is one of the long folk songs poems. Teacher, do you want me to recite it? "She tilted her head and the sunlight fell into her eyes, making them seem like they were filled with gold.
Her voice was tender and soft, and her tone was gentle, making people have a good impression of her.
Wang Zhongyun was amused. He looked at Song Yaoyao with a tolerant gaze. "This poem is very long. It's okay if you don't know how to memorize it."
To be honest, the fact that Song Yaoyao could answer what he was talking about, and even where he was talking about it, was enough to make him happy.
Many students in the classroom were attracted by the commotion.
"Playing the pipa? What was Pipa Travel? Is it a song? "
"I think so?"
"Eh? Is he asking Song Yaoyao to sing? "
The whispers reached Wang Zhongyun's ears, causing him to roll his eyes. He was so angry that he wanted to slap the table to warn these disappointing students. However, the girl's unhurried recitation instantly attracted Wang Zhongyun's attention.
"On the first night of the Xunyang River, we send off our guests, maple leaves and flowers rustle in the autumn.
The host dismounts the horse and the guest is on the boat, raising wine to drink without the strings.
Unable to get drunk, joyful parting, parting in the vast river.
Suddenly hearing the sound of the pipa on the water, the host forgets to return the guest.
Searching for the sound to ask who the player is? The sound of the pipa stops and words are too late.
… …
Gently and slowly twirling, wiping and picking, the first six pieces of the rainbow dress.
The big strings are as noisy as the heavy rain, the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and choppy, big and small pearls fall on the jade plate … "
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