Chapter 111 Flowing Clouds
The appearance of Chu Jian made the venue quiet for a moment.

In the silence, the girl on the stage was imprinted in everyone's eyes. She had long hair like clouds and clear facial features. She was wearing a pure white dress and there was a little cinnabar between her eyebrows. She was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

After a moment, the background music slowly started playing.

Five girls in red tasselled long skirts held a one-meter-high palace fan and began to move it in a fan shape. The side of the fan embroidered with the advertising slogan was hidden behind their backs, leaving only the side with the oil painting of the gate of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School exposed. Together with the lighting background board and other props, it created a classical and atmospheric mood.

And in the spotlight of everyone's attention, the girl in white clothes danced lightly.

Her soft and slender body slowly rises and falls in the melodious music, moving like flowing clouds and spun like a whirlwind.

"Shen of Luo River" is a classic dance that sparkles with the brilliant Chinese culture and carries the Chinese classical beauty. The artistic conception of great sorrow and love without words is not something a young girl can achieve. It is even difficult for her to fully express the style, posture, rhythm and flowing beauty of Chinese classical dance. However, her every move and every smile can present a sense of ethereal purity.

Her dancing figure seemed to have the scent of sunshine and the moisture of dew, a youthful and pure breath that only existed in memory, just like finding an old photo taken many years ago in a dusty corner, blurred due to overexposure, with only the green, slender tips of grass, the girl's thin calves, and the fluttering white skirt.

Clear, bright, and with the original beauty.

I don’t know how long it was until the girl on the stage stepped back and bowed. The teachers and students who were immersed in the pure piano music and graceful dance moves realized that the show was over, and they all stood up and applauded.

But at this moment, Yu Xiaorui, who was standing behind Chu Jian, whispered something, and together with several other dancers, turned the raised court fan 180 degrees, revealing a row of golden characters: "Zhangji Qifengdu Fish Powder Shop wishes Jiangchuan No. 88 Middle School a complete success in its th anniversary celebration!"

The Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School Gymnasium was invested and built by Mr. Yingdong, a great philanthropist from Hong Kong. It was completed just over a year ago and was considered a relatively large gymnasium in Jiangchuan City at that time. The venue for tonight's cultural performance can accommodate more than 3,000 people and is also equipped with a full-color, multi-grayscale large display screen that was relatively advanced at that time.

Through the large display screen, this scene instantly appeared in everyone's dazed eyes.

This is this...

Fairies descended to earth one second, and it’s garbage advertising time the next?
Lin Shiyu couldn't help laughing.

The style of painting was a bit awkward in her eyes. Although the palace fans were well-made, this Zhangji Qifengdu Fish Powder Shop had nothing to do with the No. 1 Middle School anniversary. But anyway, this Zhangji Qifengdu Fish Powder was remembered by many students present.

"This fish meal shop owner is quite talented."

"Not only is he talented, he's probably also very handsome and has a good temperament." Zhang Yunqi was rarely showing off. He smiled and held the camera, taking a lot of pictures at the stage.

It was not until the stage lights went out and the dance troupe left the stage that he put down his camera and glanced at Jiang Lihua, who was sitting not far to the side. The distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely felt that the expression on his face was not very good. He was not informed about the advertising, and if he had been informed, he would not be able to do it.

In fact, the reason why several girls in the dance team were able to cooperate with him in running this matter privately was not only because the two hundred yuan was enough for their pocket money for a semester, but also because they had a close relationship with him. Freshmen in high school were not that snobbish.

This little episode only flashed by. Apart from the beautiful and poetic face and the Zhang Ji Qifengdu Fish Noodle Shop, which left a little impression in everyone's mind, they soon forgot about it as the next show started. However, the cultural performance was seriously overtime and did not end until after ten o'clock.

Zhang Yunqi had achieved his goal. He said hello to Lin Shiyu, and the two exchanged contact information. He left before the party ended.

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Backstage at the venue. After the performance, Chujian changed back into his school uniform.

The other girls in the dance team were going to watch the art performance, but Chu Jian did not go. She wanted to go to the classroom to get her schoolbag, so she left alone.

It was not yet ten o'clock, and most of the students were still in the venue watching the performance. The corridor was very quiet, but when she walked to the door of the gymnasium, she saw Lin Zihao.

Lin Zihao seemed to have been waiting at the gymnasium entrance for a long time.

He was sitting on a motorcycle and smoking. The motorcycle was very famous in the school. It was the Suzuki King built in 1989 by Young Motorcycle Company using the technology of the island country Suzuki Group. Superstar Leslie Cheung was the image spokesperson. It was a legendary model that was a best-seller in China in the s and s. There was only one such motorcycle in the entire No. Middle School in the city. In fact, let alone students, for ordinary families, this thing was an unaffordable luxury.

Every afternoon after school, as long as the students heard the harsh and low hum of the motor at the school gate, they knew that the school's celebrity Lin Zihao had arrived. Then, within a few seconds, they would see a blue, shadowy motorcycle passing by amid the girls' surprise. In fact, no matter what era, this kind of Fujiwara Takumi-style cool scene is extremely popular with campus girls.

Seeing Chu Jian coming out, Lin Zihao threw away his cigarette butt and said with a smile: "Chu Jian, are you going home?"

Chu Jian frowned and nodded.

Lin Zihao smiled and said, "I'll take you there, get in the car."

"Don't bother, I still have to go to the classroom to get something." Chu Jian said in a calm voice.

Lin Zihao was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll accompany you to the classroom first. It's so late and there are no buses. It's not safe for a girl like you to go home later."

Chu Jian shook his head: "No, someone will come to pick me up later."

Lin Zihao could sense that the girl was trying to evade him, so he smiled and said, "That's good. Is he your father?"

Chu Jian was about to speak when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from not far away: "Chu Jian."

When she first saw him, she looked up and saw Zhang Yunqi riding his 28-meter bicycle from the darkness. When he got closer, he swung his tail coquettishly and stopped diagonally in front of her, saying with a smile, "Lotus Goddess, would you like a ride?"

Smile when you first see me.

Then he turned his head to Lin Zihao and said, "My friend is here."

After saying that, Chu Jian walked straight past Lin Zihao, whose face suddenly darkened, and walked towards Zhang Yunqi on the other side.

After taking only two steps, she hesitated for a moment, turned back, picked up the cigarette butt that Lin Zihao had thrown on the ground and put it in the trash can, and said to Lin Zihao very politely: "It's just a small suggestion. In the future, please don't litter."

　First update today! The climax has just begun, but it is definitely not the bloody, pretentious, face-slapping drama you imagined!
　　
　
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