Chapter 8, Song Selection

Fang Ying was cleaning the windows when she noticed someone entering. She glanced up briefly and then looked down again, tossing the cloth into a small plastic bucket for cleaning.

Jiang Xichi rolled up her sleeves and snatched the rag from her hand

Teacher Ma asked him to sit down first and then got up to pour water at the water dispenser. In front of the desk sat a girl with a ponytail and very large eyes.

"Um," Fang Ying waved the cloth, jumped up to wipe the upper part, "Sure, what do you want to do?"

Wei Ming scratched his head, "Uh ... ..."

The freshly steamed corn cakes are brought up along with the steaming tray, exuding a warm and fragrant aroma

Jiang Xichi had no expression; after a moment, he finally said: "Sing."

Wow," Fang Ying exclaimed, "Singing?"

Are you done wiping it off

In the end, everything was vetoed by Fang Ying

After acquiring Ruan Xuewen's new telescope, he holds it in his hands all day long

Fang Ying: "This song is beautiful!"

Hello! What should I use?

Riding my bicycle alone to school, I pushed open the classroom door and discovered that Fang Ying had already arrived

Jiang Xichi seemed to be half-listening; after a moment, he picked up on a cue and diverted the topic.

Fang Ying had a hint of a smile in her eyes: "Jiang Xichi, you are quite a strange person"

Jiang Xichi walked over and stood in front of her. He was nearly a head taller than her, which created a sense of pressure.

Fang Ying was momentarily taken aback, then raised her hand to point towards that side of the corridor, "It hasn't been cleaned over there yet"

"What are you looking at? Mainly novels, right? She spent her summer vacation here and finished all those martial arts novels on the shelf." The boss pointed to the bookshelf in the rental area, then looked up at Jiang Xichi and chuckled mischievously, "Hey, aren't you two classmates? Why are you asking me? Are you so interested in her? You don't like her, do you? You kids these days are really something, how old are you..."

Jiang Xichi peeled back the tung leaves that wrapped the food, poked a small lump with the tip of his chopsticks, and put it into his mouth. When he looked up, he saw Wu Yingrong gazing at him with an expectant expression, and he quickly said: "Delicious"

After school, the English teacher, Mr. Ma, called him to the office

There really isn't any

I want to participate in the English speaking competition, which includes a talent performance

Fang Ying quickly straightened up and asked, "What is it?"

Your aunt has been quite diligent in her responsibilities towards you. Over the years, it seems your father has not concerned himself much with your affairs; it has all been your aunt who has been making arrangements... Now that you have moved here, your father hasn't even shown his face...

Jiang Xichi ignored her

Jiang Xichi placed the rice porridge served in Shanghai bowls on the table, took three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and sat down at the table

Fang Ying tossed the wrung-out cloth from one hand to the other, observing Jiang Xichi's conflicted expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. "Is there something you would like to tell me?"

In the air filled with moisture, the aromas of various foods intertwine, stimulating the taste buds

Hey, you still know that it's everywhere, isn't Jay Chou, whom you like the most, also everywhere

That audio-visual store is located in a small alley that is quite hard to find. The shop is not large, yet it is well-equipped, with one half designated for rentals and the other half for regular purchases.

Jiang Xichi's gaze once again sought to capture Fang Ying's figure

Fang Ying is evidently a regular here; upon entering, she first greeted the owner and stated her purpose.

The boss chuckled and played another song

Throughout the entire day, Jiang Xichi felt somewhat discontented, and this discontent significantly affected his efficiency in solving problems

Think again

Teacher Ma was taken aback for a moment, "I have already reported your name."

Wu Yingrong served each person one, "Eat it while it's hot, it's especially sweet"

Gu Yuluo: "I have no issues, Teacher Ma"

"Give me the MP3, and I will help you download it"

Jiang Xichi remained silent

Wei Ming is not merely speaking casually about reorganizing the military; he truly intends to put this plan into action

Teacher Ma did not waste any words and introduced the rules of the speaking competition to them, "... besides the basic self-prepared speech and topic elaboration, there is also a talent showcase required. Gu Yuluo, I remember you have learned dancing, right? How about using that for your talent showcase?"

What book are you looking at

The refusal was decisive and straightforward, yet it did not change Gu Yuluo's expression; she still smiled and said, "Well, that's fine."

After cleaning the glass for a while, Jiang Xichi asked her: "Do you have time in a bit?"

Fang Ying: "Are you looking for death?"

Wu Yingrong chattered for a bit, and Ruan Xuewen asked him if he had adapted since the start of the school year

Fang Ying went to the cabinet under the podium, took out a cloth, soaked it in water, and walked to the corridor to wipe the outside of the window.

Fang Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Where's the phone? How do you plan to get Zhang Jun's phone? Steal it? Rob it? Deceive him?"

Kong Zhenzhen did not respond, and Chong Wanzi Lin gave a knowing glance.

Gu Yuluo nodded slightly, "I know him."

Just like him

Jiang Xichi walked through the shadows of the tall camphor trees, heading towards the classroom

Jiang Xichi paused for a moment, "What is the matter?"

In a little while, Wan Zilin arrived. She had been called in by her parents and had her phone confiscated, leaving her in a low mood. Unlike usual, she did not come over to greet Fang Ying, but merely said from a distance, "Good morning".

During the next break, Wei Ming came over to report again. This time, the ideas were varied and imaginative, such as scattering thumbtacks on the office chair, mixing mustard into the water cup, secretly cutting a hole in the pants, and stopping someone at the intersection to beat them with a sack... and so on.

Early in the morning, Jiang Xichi arrived at the bridgehead at the same time as usual

Wan Zilin was momentarily at a loss for words, then said: "Do you know what she gave me for my birthday? A glass ball, the kind with a little house and snowflakes inside... Who still gives this kind of thing these days?"

In front of the laboratory building, Wan Zilin is on duty with Kong Zhenzhen, cleaning the public areas

Teacher Ma looked at Jiang Xichi and asked, "What about you? Do you have any thoughts?"

It's fine

Jiang Xichi: "... ... Can I not participate?"

He took out a mathematics book from his bag and worked on the problems

Jiang Xichi watched Fang Ying go to the back and asked the boss, "Can I place a song here?"

Fang Ying understood his meaning and quickly accelerated her movements, "Hurry up with that, I will take you there"

Wu Yingrong laughed heartily, "You have never made the adults worry since you were little—oh, I almost forgot, your aunt called today to ask if you are adapting well, and if you are lacking anything at school..."

Jiang Xichi did not even glance at her and went straight back to the classroom

Fang Ying laughed heartily, yet shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, saying, "There is nothing wrong with it."

Oh, you don't need to serve, just go sit at the table

Gu Yuluo looked at Jiang Xichi and smiled, "Hello"

For a moment, he heard the sound of the window being closed, the sound of a chair being moved, and a rustling noise.

Jiang Xichi is meticulous even when wiping a window, with a stern expression, holding the cloth and moving from top to bottom and from left to right, leaving no corner or crevice untouched

"I will come next time." Jiang Xichi turned to glance at Fang Ying, who was engrossed in searching in front of the shelf. "Does Fang Ying come here often?"

If it tastes good, then have a couple more. You are at a time when your body is growing, so you need to eat well. If your nutrition falls short, it won't be good for you

The boss is a stout man, slumped in the chair behind the cash register, occupying the entire space. He opened his computer and began typing away on the keyboard. "The ones who sing Westlife, their songs are pleasant to listen to and easy to sing along with." He clicked the mouse, and the music flowed out from the speakers.

Teacher Ma smiled and said, "He doesn't need an introduction, right? Student representative Jiang Xichi."

No time

"Mandy." The boss pointed to the shelf behind, "It's in the album 'Turn Around', go find it yourself."

When Jiang Xichi arrived home, he was gently wiping the lens tube with a soft cloth. A fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen, where Wu Yingrong was steaming corn cakes. Jiang Xichi washed his hands and went to the kitchen to help Wu Yingrong serve the dishes

Having bought six soup dumplings, I sent one into my mouth, raised my eyes to look at the other end of the bridge, paused for a moment, mounted my bicycle, and left

It is good here, with no one to disturb me. She often comes over to listen to music and read.

Jiang Xichi paused his actions and looked at Fang Ying, who was still dressed in her hat and mask, and said, "It's not strange for you."

Wan Zilin immediately looked up and then noticed Jiang Xichi standing not far away. Her expression changed in a panic as she opened her mouth, intending to say something.

I am still feeling embarrassed...

Having only listened to the prelude, Fang Ying waved her hand and said, "Not 'My Love', this song is too clichéd."

The broom was swung fiercely twice by Wan Zilin as if to vent her anger, "I am about to be scolded to death by my mother... If it weren't for Fang Ying's meddling, I wouldn't have had to invite my mother to school..."

Kong Zhenzhen: "How can you say that? Ah Ying is helping you. Otherwise, do you want Zhang the Demon to read the content of your text message in front of the whole class?"

Leaving the office, Jiang Xichi strode towards the classroom, and behind him came Gu Yuluo's voice: "Jiang Xichi."

Fang Ying raised her eyes to look through the glass

He wandered around the breakfast stall but did not wait for anyone

Wei Ming was unhappy, "Are you trying to cover for Zhang Jun..."

The school is nearly empty, quiet and serene, occasionally interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

Jiang Xichi nodded

She is standing at the window in the last row, leaning outward as if she is about to fall out completely

Gu Yuluo smiled and said, "Do you have time after school every day? Shall we go to the speaking corner to practice together?"

I feel that she is very lonely

"Not lacking." Jiang Xichi replied quickly, and after a moment, realizing that his tone seemed a bit stiff, he hurriedly added, "There is enough of everything."

Fang Ying rolled her eyes: "The methods you think of are all too terrible..."

As soon as class was over, he ran over to Fang Ying to report the brilliant idea he had just come up with in class, deliberately raising his voice as if he were afraid Jiang Xichi wouldn't hear him. "Fang Ying, I thought of a way that will definitely make Zhang Jun unable to save face in the future—let's use his phone to send a message to all the female teachers in the school."

Teacher Ma brought over two cups of water, "Please sit down, this is Gu Yuluo from another class I teach."

我一生都记得，像冰一样冷的雨倾泻而下

Jiang Xichi paused for a moment and returned to his seat

No

Candies and fried dough sticks are rolling in the oil at one hundred eighty degrees, while the dough mixed with chopped green onions is being flattened and rolled into balls on the cutting board. The steamer, with its lid lifted, releases a puff of steam, revealing the little steamed buns lying obediently inside