Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The Minister of Literature and Art immediately pinched Lu Xiaohan's arm, and conveyed to Lu Xiaohan with his eyes——

【so cool! 】

[I have fallen! 】

Lu Xiaohan smiled and told her to keep her demeanor, and then took Bai Po backstage.

High school transfer students have a great reputation in the school.

After watching the piano performance, several members of the student union came to peek at her backstage when they heard her coming.

Bai Po took off her school uniform jacket, and she was only wearing a white T-shirt embroidered with ink-colored white cranes. She held Lu Xiaohan's custom-made long sword and looked up and down.

The long sword has a black body with golden patterns tattooed on it. It is half her height and weighs more than a catty.

Lu Xiaohan was originally afraid that the long sword would be too heavy to dance, but he didn't expect that Bai Po could lift the weight as lightly as possible.

It seemed that what he was holding was not an iron sword weighing more than a catty, but a feather.

Bai Jian looked at it for a while, then pulled it out.

The long sword was not sharpened, but a cold light appeared, and her dark pupils reflected the light of the sword.

Bai Po held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard loosely in the other, with her black hair tied behind her head, she held the cold sword, like a swordsman in white walking the rivers and lakes with a sword.

The oppressive aura on her body naturally radiated with the long sword, she slowly put the long sword back into the scabbard, and turned sideways: "Is it my fault?"

"Go up from here," several members of the student union came back to their senses, and they pointed to the place where they were on stage. "The piano has already been moved down."

When Bai Ke opened the curtain and stepped onto the stage from the backstage, several people rushed out.

Go to the audience to watch the performance of the transfer students up close.

In the corridor outside, the president of the student union and the head of the external relations department are sending Ren Wanxuan out.

"Why are you in the background?" The president looked at them.

Ren Wanxuan's piano has been on TV and won awards. Everyone in the school wants to watch it, but the number of times they can see Ren Wanxuan perform is very rare. Ren Wanxuan was invited for the finale.

Everyone in the student union knows that even before the rehearsal this time, the people on the post bar have been looking forward to it for a long time.

They all came to see Ren Wanxuan.

"We came back after watching it," Lu Xiaohan and the others took a step ahead, and the director of literature and art stayed behind and explained to the president, "Student Bai Po is about to perform, and we just went out to watch."

"A new classmate?" The president is naturally familiar with the name Bai Po, "Then I'll take a look later."

"Okay," the Minister of Arts waved his hand, "Then you remember to applaud when the time comes, the performance of the new students is not so professional."

After they left, Ren Wanxuan looked at the president, "Bai Po?"

"Just the transfer student." The president didn't look carefully at the performance list, and took it out to have a look at this time, "I didn't expect her to participate in the performance, it was a sword dance, but I heard that she was not professional."

Ren Wanxuan looked at the long performance list.

She herself was ranked last, which was specially arranged by the school to keep the audience.

The penultimate third is the performance of Bai Ji.

Ren Wanxuan looked away casually, "Did the penultimate program bump into me a bit? Let's change it with the previous one."

Students enjoy working in small groups.

Ren Wanxuan and her group are either rich or powerful. No matter what happens, the family can settle it for them. They are used to the focus being on them.

The Ren family even donated a canteen for Ren Wanxuan alone.

Blending with ordinary students, so that class contradictions will become obvious over time.

The less ordinary students dare to provoke them, the more arrogant and arrogant these people become.

The president looked down at the playlist.

The penultimate song is a duet of pop music, which doesn't collide with the piano, but he certainly won't lose face to Ren Wanxuan.

"Okay." He swapped the penultimate program with the penultimate program.

**

Outside, the stage.

After watching Ren Wanxuan's performance, a group of boys got up lazily, fighting with each other and preparing to go back to class.

"How is it? Did you record the screen?"

"I recorded it, but I can't post it on the post bar, I will secretly show it to you when I go back..."

The school celebration hasn't started yet, so rehearsals can't be rumored.

Until the stage lights up again.

"What performance?" Someone asked as they left the auditorium.

"It's a sword dance, I heard it's a sword dance." Wang Yu got the news from the Department of Literature and Art, and said with a mobile phone: "The people from the Department of Literature and Art just said, save face for the new classmate and let us cheer her on."

"That's normal. She looks so good-looking, and she doesn't know everything," a boy smiled. "That group of people in Class [-] can do everything makes me doubt myself. I'll stay here to cheer her up."

"Then it's enough for you to be here," some students hurried back to the class, "I'll watch the performance of the new students on the day of the school celebration."

A lot of people left, after all, most of them came for Ren Wanxuan.

A small group of people were left looking up at the stage.

This time, no one stole the phone to take pictures.

In the middle of the stage, Bai Po was wearing blue school uniform pants and a white shirt. She held a long sword in her right hand, with the tip of the sword turned outward.

The voice of the audience gradually stopped.

"咚咚-"

A drum with a strong sense of rhythm sounded.

She raised her head suddenly, opened her dark eyes, and raised her right arm.

With the sound of the zither and the flute, she swung the sword edge of her arm outward and drew two vertical circles from left to right. After the short zither sound was over, she lifted the sword on her wrist and pointed it at the ground!

Zheng sound, spring water ding dong and Qingyuan melodious each other's flute sound gradually mixed in, and the drum sound joined in again.

Bai Po turned over out of thin air, and the whole person soared in the air. The sword in his hand flew around her wrist for a moment, and was held by her again when she landed!

The sound of the drums gradually increased from small to large.

She walked in a vertical circle with her hands, and turned over in a straight line with her feet. At the same time, she was holding the sword flower in her right hand, and she turned around twenty times in a row!

The blade of the sword tore through the sky like a swimming dragon, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

And her feet are not dusty, and her figure is as light as a cloud.

The white eyes flowed with the sword edge, and the pure music followed her sword body to the end. She leaned back, flipped the sword with her right hand and slashed across her chest, and turned over and retracted the sword in an instant!

"Boom-"

The drumbeat stopped abruptly!

Standing the blade in front of her chest, she slowly raised her head following the blade, revealing those dark and cold eyes!

The stage lights froze on her body, as if the vibrating thunder stopped suddenly, and the turbulent sponge suddenly returned to calm.

Bai Po was still standing in the middle of the stage, but now there was no cold light and sword shadow, her figure was outstanding, as if she was standing on the top of a snowstorm mountain.

The entire auditorium was silent.

Until Bai Po held the sword, opened the black curtain and returned to the background, the silent auditorium was like a calm oil pan with a drop of water poured into it, and it exploded into a ball.

"Ah, ah, Lu Xiaohan," the Minister of Literature and Art on the left side of the stage almost strangled her neck, "You call this unprofessional? What is unprofessional? It's all your fault, I didn't record the screen!"

A girl from an art class next to her said softly: "Not to mention the sword flower she is holding and the point sword collapsing the sword... just the string turning over, no one in our art class can do it so smoothly..."

Lu Xiaohan who was about to be strangled to death: "..."

Under the stage, on the seat.

A group of teenagers couldn't recover for a long time, "Wang Yu, did you record the screen, didn't you?"

Someone went to snatch Wang Yu's mobile phone.

Wang Yu whose mobile phone was robbed: "..."

"I realized it later. I only recorded the last 20 seconds. Take it easy and don't delete it later..."

A group of teenagers hurriedly clicked on the video.

Not close to the stage, zoomed in on the video, only to see the outline of the white scorpion.

White clothes, blue pants, fuzzy red belts on the wrists, white spotlights above the head, the girl's hibiscus color can be glimpsed even through a distant lens.

Bright and impactful.

The sword is like frost and snow, this feeling of turning madness into a fairy is simply amazing!

**

Backstage, nobody.

Bai Po took his coat, and Lu Xiaohan and the others came in.

"Put our long sword away." Lu Xiaohan solemnly handed over the long sword to the logistics staff.

The logistics staff still looked at Bai Ke, took the sword, "Don't worry."

The people in the student union wanted to interview Bai Po more, and even wanted to do an exclusive interview with her for the school newspaper, but Bai Po was still in a hurry to go back to do his homework and didn't stay any longer.

Waited out of the auditorium.

Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Po quietly.

Bai Po took up the dictionary and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Speak."

"Didn't you say that you are like a long sword?"

"Yes." Bai Ke was taken aback.

The Bai family is good at long spears and horseback arrows, and so is she.

She is proficient in all the six arts except "ritual", and she is slightly better at Baya, Qinshu, poetry, wine and tea parties.

As for the long sword, she only learned a few tricks.

It's okay to do a sword dance casually, but if she really wants to fight, a long spear is suitable for her.

Lu Xiaohan could see that Bai Po was very serious and felt that she was like a long sword, she was not modest.

"No, you call this normal?" Lu Xiaohan recalled what the art student said just now, what kind of environment did the new classmate grow up in?

Bai Ke nodded: "Otherwise?"

Lu Xiaohan: "..."

This is called ordinary, do other people still want to live?

Bai Po's phone vibrated, and she took it out to see that it was a courier message, telling her that the courier had arrived at the school.

She put the phone back in her pocket, thinking about picking it up at night.

As soon as Lu Xiaohan returned to class, the others immediately surrounded her.

In order to avoid Bai Po's nervousness, the cultural and entertainment committee member did not follow.

"How's the rehearsal going?" she asked nervously.

Lu Xiaohan took out the book, then thumped the table, "Damn! No screen recording! I can only say...it's your loss if you didn't see it."

"You only know what shock is when you see the scene with your own eyes."

After the previous minister, Lu Xiaohan was strangled again.

It's okay if she doesn't say it, but when she says it, other people want to beat her.

"The standard answer you got here?" After the fight, the cultural and entertainment committee member was relieved, and she watched Lu Xiaohan take a Chinese answer sheet and copy it.

The regular handwriting on it looks like a standard answer.

"Here," Lu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Po's Chinese answer sheet, "I will copy Bai Po's answer sheet."

"Wait," the cultural and entertainment committee member pointed to the poem to fill in the blanks in disbelief, "Can she also write out the optional extracurricular readings?"

Before that, Lu Xiaohan was only focusing on Bai Jian's composition, and didn't notice that she basically got a perfect score of 90.

Hearing this, he lowered his head subconsciously.

This time, there is a question about filling in the blanks in Chinese poetry that is very unpopular.

[16. In Bai Xiangjun's "March in the Army" (Part [-]), the two sentences "——,——" express her heroic and lofty ambitions, and at the same time, they also arouse various interpretations of her by readers of later generations. 】

Lu Lingxi hasn't talked about this question yet, and they haven't learned this poem either.

But on Bai Po's answer sheet, there is a sentence neatly written——

"Only when I got on the army chariot and cried out the blood blade, while fighting wine with the moon towards the sky."

Lu Xiaohan subconsciously turned her head to look at Bai Po, who was lowering her eyes and seriously solving an ellipse problem.

So she explained to Bai Po with difficulty: "Student Bai used to learn literature, maybe it's different from what we learned... Maybe."

Lu Xiaohan added the word "bar" almost guiltily.

The people of Xiangcheng are very fond of Bai Xiangjun's poems, and every exam in Xiangcheng No. [-] Middle School is basically her poems, even if you try a dawdling student like Zhang Shize, you can't make mistakes.

But today's line is too unpopular compared to her other lines.

It's really evil for Bai Jian to be able to write it.

**

Last week of training.

Most of the students know that 90% of these two places are Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhuo.

But I didn't give up, and I studied very hard.

The head teacher of Class Eight handed out today's test questions, and finally stopped his eyes on Tang Ming, "From today onwards, the difficulty of the exercises will soar again. Everyone has a chance. I hope you don't give up."

Tang Ming, Ning Xiao, like Bai Po, did not answer the questions right away. Ning Xiao took out the Physics of Jiangjing University openly and looked through it casually.

He asked Tang Ming: "When will you watch it?"

Tang Ming recalled the last analysis without raising his head: "Let's talk about it, we don't have time now."

After the head teacher of Class [-] left.

Most of the students couldn't help but look at them, especially Tang Ming's words.

Changed the topic with Ren Wanxuan Chen Zhu, a familiar classmate, and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Aren't you both over 290?"

"Well, this time the topic is not too difficult." Ren Wanxuan withdrew her gaze.

"It's amazing," the other party sighed, "I'm 277, and my physics score is only 104. There are several questions that are similar to the training questions, but I didn't do it right."

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were used to other people's attention and praise, so they didn't care.

A few people were talking, and suddenly someone looked at Bai Ke, "Hey, how do you say the new classmate did in the exam?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was very curious.

After all, Bai Po was named by the headmaster.

She was forced not to study literature.

"It should be very good. Have you forgotten that she was specially recruited?" Someone said mysteriously, "And I saw someone on the post bar saying that the new classmate's performance was amazing."

"Really?"

There are voices discussing Bai Ke all around.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and slowly packed her things into her schoolbag with a sarcastic expression.

show?

Professional what?

Only one face can be seen.

"Ning Xiao's comprehensive score is 296." They have done all the physics questions in the training class this time, and the only difference is chemistry and biology. Chen Zhu is also very curious about the scores of the new students: "I don't know how much white is."

Chen Zhu scored 297 this time, and Ren Wanxuan was exactly 290.

Ren Wanxuan "swiped" to zip up the zipper, glanced at them, and said casually: "Are you talking about a new classmate? She got 110 in comprehensive science and 450 in total."