Chapter 439
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Li Canxing sneered, "Someone's skin is thicker than the Great Wall. What can we do?"
"F * ck! If anyone says another word, I'll kill you! "Su Xiaomo was furious. She slammed the table and stood up. The class was silent.
An Xiaxia looked at Su Xiaomo gratefully.
At this moment, the homeroom teacher, Bai Ziyue, arrived at the classroom and looked at An Xiaxia worriedly.
Nangong Jing raised his hand and said, "Teacher, An Xiaxia hasn't been here for more than a month. It's her turn for the morning reading!"
Bai Ziyue hesitated, "Classmate An Xiaxia, come up and read the text with everyone."
Nangong Jing winked at everyone in the class, and everyone understood what he meant.
When the time comes, they would not cooperate and embarrass An Xiaxia!
An Xiaxia took out the language textbook from her bag and stood on the podium without fear!
Her face was calm and her facial features were exquisite, adding a cool temperament.
Flipping open the book, the girl's rhythmic and firm voice rang out —
"If I love you —
Not like a climbing cloud flower,
Using your high branch to show off;
If I love you —
Not like the infatuated bird,
Repeating the monotonous song for the shade;
Not just like the spring,
Bringing the cool comfort all year round;
Not just like the dangerous peak,
Increasing your height, setting off your majesty.
…
We share the cold wave, the wind, the thunder, the thunder;
We share the mist, the mist, the rainbow.
As if we'll be separated forever,
But we'll be together forever.
That's the great love,
Steadfastness is here:
Love —
Not only your stalwart body,
But also the position you insist on,
The ground under your feet. "
After reciting the poem, An Xiaxia shook her waterfall-like black hair and calmly returned to her seat.
She did not pause throughout the whole process. She seemed to have guessed the thoughts of the class and did not read with them. Instead, she recited it by herself!
The class was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard. Everyone had yet to recover from the shock.
This poem was a famous obscure love poem. It expressed the equality of men and women and the pursuit of freedom!
When An Xiaxia recited this poem, no one dared to have any blasphemous thoughts!
Through such a simple and powerful counterattack, the students of Grade One, Class 3 only had one thought in their minds: An Xiaxia was definitely not like what the post said!
She was brave, independent, and strong. She wasn't the kind of girl who attached herself to a man and wanted to marry into a rich family!
Even Qi Yanxi stood rooted to the ground, immersed in An Xiaxia's recitation.
After a long time, he smirked.
This girl was indeed worthy of being the person he liked.
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After class, An Xiaxia ignored the discussions in the corridor and climbed up to the third floor.
The third floor was the territory of the Year 12 students. She walked to the Year 12 Class 1 and politely said to the girl at the door, "Please call Li Fanxing for me."
The girl rolled her eyes at An Xiaxia in disdain. "Hey, Li Fanxing, someone is looking for you!"
Li Fanxing raised his head from his seat and combed his hair. He stood up gracefully and walked to An Xiaxia. "What's the matter?"
"I have something to tell you." An Xiaxia's smile was so beautiful that many guys in the class were stunned!
Li Fanxing hated An Xiaxia for stealing her limelight. Her eyes flickered. "Follow me."
She brought An Xiaxia to a secluded washroom on the third floor where few people came.
When they opened the door, there was no one inside. With a tacit understanding, the two locked the door.
"Why are you looking for me?" Li Fanxing caressed her nails lazily.
"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about life, about ideals, and … have a small fight …" With that said, An Xiaxia grabbed Li Fanxing's hair and stuffed it into the toilet bowl. She pressed the flush button and the sound of water splashing could be heard. Li Fanxing screamed in pain!
"An Xiaxia, do you want to die? Cough cough cough … Let go of me! "
An Xiaxia's expression didn't change. "Even if I die, it should be you, senior, right? Li Fanxing, no, should I call you … Lemon Ice? "
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