Chapter 110: Poetry for the Amazing Beauty
The highlight of the 88th anniversary celebration of Jiangchuan No. 4 Middle School is the art performance on April 9th, which will open at o'clock in the evening of the same day. The scene is grand. In addition to students, some parents, and outstanding alumni from various fields at home and abroad, leaders of a number of government functional departments led by Jiangchuan Mayor Yang Yongyun will also attend.

On the afternoon of that day, students from each class who were going to participate in the cultural performance were conducting the final round of rehearsals in the school gymnasium. When brothers Zhang Yunqi and Wang Xiaokai arrived, it was the turn of their class's dance team.

Six girls in dance costumes were dancing to the music, which was very enjoyable. However, the only flaw was that the blades of the large court fans held by the five dancers were covered with plastic film.

This was Zhang Yunqi's idea. It was only taken down when their class performed formally in the evening art performance.

After the rehearsal, a tall and handsome boy walked out of the sound control room on the side of the stage. Zhang Yunqi, who was sitting below, took a glance and recognized him as Lin Zihao, a sophomore in high school.

The student union is doing all the miscellaneous work for this school anniversary celebration. For the school, this is free labor, and for the students in the student union, this is an opportunity to show off.

As the president of the Student Union, it is normal for Lin Zihao to appear here to direct the rehearsal.

Zhang Yunqi watched him walk to the dance team of class 168, and he seemed to tell a few jokes, which made Yu Xiaorui, Qian Qian, and Sun Xiaoli laugh. They looked at him with admiration. Fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, who were just beginning to fall in love, liked boys who were sunny and wore flirty shirts.

The next scene kind of quieted the air.

Lin Zihao came to Chu Jian with a cheerful smile on his face, but Chu Jian looked calm and composed. She listened to what he said, nodded, and shook her head with a slightly red face.

Zhang Yunqi didn't know what Lin Zihao said, but he knew that ever since Lin Zihao and Chu Jian had their first close conversation and acquaintance during the last art performance, this guy had begun to take advantage of rehearsals to get closer to Chu Jian. It could be said that his intention to pursue Chu Jian was becoming more and more obvious, so much so that in Class 168, rumors about Lin Zihao were rampant.

Of course, it all revolves around first meeting.

Many girls who had a good relationship with Chu Jian had already noticed that Lin Zihao wanted to pursue Chu Jian, and their tone revealed envy, such as Yu Xiaorui and Qian Qian. Unknowingly, they did a lot of publicity work for Lin Zihao in front of Chu Jian, describing how Lin Zihao had a stable personality, was excellent in sports, had a careful mind, was handsome, had good grades, was a top-notch basketball player, and his family conditions seemed to be very good.

In Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, such a boy is certainly considered excellent, so there is no reason to criticize his pursuit at first sight. After all, it is natural for a talented man and a beautiful woman to be together. No matter where you are, it is only a toad eating swan meat and flowers stuck in cow dung that are worth making a fuss about. It's like Daniel Wu marrying Lisa S (Lei Shan), the daughter of the gambling king, is just ordinary news, but if Daniel Wu marries Feng Jie, it will definitely become explosive news.

Lin Zihao, this handsome young man, is not as reckless and impulsive as his peers. He did not do such a stupid thing as confessing his love to Chu Jian directly. For a girl like Chu Jian who looks delicate and slender but is firm in heart and even a little arrogant, it is simply a fantasy to capture the heart of her by such meaningless nonsense. Therefore, Lin Zihao's strategy is obviously to moisten things silently.

We became ordinary friends after we first met.

These days, he has been hanging out in the Class 168 dance team all day long, under the guise of directing rehearsals as the student union president, and has become very close to the girls. He even took away the task of running errands for the girls, buying them drinks, snacks and lunch boxes, from Wang Xiaokai and assigned it to people around him.

Zhang Yunqi didn't know about these gossips at first. After returning from visiting the graves in his hometown, he had been busy with his own affairs. But he had a big mouth, Wang Xiaokai, by his side. This guy was like a camera. He could always vividly restore all the big and small things that happened in the school.

In fact, ever since Lin Zihao appeared on the stage, Wang Xiaokai has been quietly paying attention to Zhang Yunqi's expression next to him. He looks normal and seems to be very relaxed.

He was amazed in his heart, this guy, at such a young age, knew how to keep his emotional pain to himself, it was incredible, the prime minister's stomach could not only support a broken boat, but also a love rival!

But it was not advisable to stay in such a place of trouble for long. The scene where Lin Zihao called a group of senior students to block the door of their classroom and beat someone was still vivid in their minds. He was afraid that there would be a conflict if the two met, so he pulled Zhang Yunqi to the cafeteria for dinner.

On the way there, he put his arm around Zhang Yunqi's shoulders and said, "It's okay, classmate Zhang. Listen to my advice. A secret crush that hasn't been confessed is not called a broken heart. Besides, it's just a woman. If she's gone, she's gone! We don't care. There are so many beauties in the No. 1 Middle School in the city waiting for us brothers to show our love and care."

Zhang Yunqi noticed that this kid's ability to talk nonsense was becoming more and more proficient, so he smiled and reached out to pinch his neck, and then the two brothers walked to the cafeteria to have dinner arm in arm.

After dinner, Zhang Yunqi left Wang Xiaokai behind, went back to the classroom, took off his coat, and then wandered around the school alone for a while.

When it was almost seven o'clock, he took the ticket and entered the stadium. Then he hung his press card and camera around his neck and wore a cap with the brim pulled down low. Many classmates in the class were participating in the cultural performance tonight. It would be difficult to be recognized by them. It was time to enter the venue. Zhang Yunqi found an empty seat in the middle of the venue reserved for reporters. Before he sat down, someone came up to him and asked, "Hey! Is your camera a Konica?"

Zhang Yunqi turned his head and saw a tall, beautiful girl in her twenties with a press card. He smiled and replied, "Yes, Konica Hexar."

The girl said, "This is a great thing. This camera not only has an ultra-high-speed metal shutter of 1/4000, but its Leica M mount is one of the greatest lens mounts on the planet. However, it would be a waste to use it to take news photos at meetings. I think it is more suitable for recording life and savoring life."

Zhang Yunqi didn't expect to meet a literary young woman and photography expert here. He glanced at her press card, which was from the Xiangnan Daily, and the name column read Lin Shiyu.

He said: "In fact, it doesn't matter what you shoot. You can still have poetry and distance by composing the picture carefully, looking for the bright spots and carving the picture."

The girl was startled, then smiled and stretched out her hand to Zhang Yunqi: "You don't look very old, but you have your own ideas about photography. Your poem "Distance" is very consistent with my name. My name is Lin Shiyu, from Xiangnan Daily."

"Zou Jielun, from Jiangchuan News Evening News." Zhang Yunqi shook her hand.

"How old are you? You look so young."

"You have a young face. You are already nineteen."

“That’s small too.”

"Are you really that big?"

"You're trying to tell me my age, little one."

……

The two of them sat in the press box and chatted idly. Soon the venue was full of people, and the two of them separated and went back to their respective work.

At 7:30, the host came on stage and announced the official start of the art performance. The audience stood up, the national anthem was played, cannons were fired, and then the president Wang Daozhong came on stage to give the opening speech, the mayor Yang Yongyun gave a speech, and the alumni representatives gave speeches...

After the speeches of the big shots, it was the turn of the long-awaited school anniversary gala performance. But like all the evening parties Zhang Yunqi had seen in his previous life, it was unremarkable. However, it was not completely without highlights, such as the Eighteen Bronze Men performed by Class 130 of Grade 360. Their gold-painted muscles were so dazzling that they blinded the eyes. Moreover, the performance was very hard, with various front flips, back flips, and ° spins, which made the whole audience stand up and applaud.

Zhang Yunqi didn't know when the dance troupe in his class would perform, and they hadn't come out yet when the performance was halfway through, so he just took a few random photos in the venue. He had a reporter badge on his head, so it was necessary for him to pretend.

When he returned to the reporter's seat, Lin Shiyu had finished her work and came back. She sat on a chair and waved to him. He walked over and sat down. Before he could say anything, he heard the voice of the female host coming from the stage: "Next, please enjoy the Chinese classical dance "The Goddess of Luo River". Please welcome the first-year dance team of Class 168!"

Zhang Yunqi was startled and looked towards the stage.

On the empty and dark stage, the moment the spotlight came on, a figure in a pure white cloud-like dress suddenly appeared like a stunning beauty!

　It will be on the shelves after 12 o'clock tomorrow, and the fourth update will be tomorrow. I don't have any drafts saved, so I will write all night tonight. I hope everyone can support me. If the results are good, I will have the motivation to continue writing!

　　
　
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