The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

"Squad leader, have our class's programs been selected?" Han Wenjie asked deliberately as if he didn't realize their purpose at all.

The monitor looked embarrassed when he asked, "Not yet."

Su Qinghe couldn't tell for a moment whether he was really careless or if he was pretending on purpose.

"There isn't even a program?" Han Wenjie continued to ask.

"Not yet." The monitor was forced to tell the truth.

Su Qinghe felt embarrassed for him. Seeing that Han Wenjie wanted to speak, He Anyian quickly held him down.

Han Wenjie then turned his attention, a little confused, "What's wrong?"

"I'll give you this chicken leg. I can't eat any more." He Anyian handed him the big chicken drumstick in the bowl.

"Isn't this your favorite thing to eat?" Han Wenjie felt something was wrong, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He Anyian really felt like opening his brain to see if there was something wrong. A person who was usually so smart could be stupid no matter how stupid he was.

"Eat quickly." He Anyian couldn't bear to look at it and held him down directly to prevent him from looking around.

Su Qinghe also swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at the squad leader, and thought for a moment, "Come to me after lunch break."

Seeing that the expression on his face immediately turned from sunny to gloomy, Su Qinghe had to remind him, "I can't guarantee that it can be done."

She wasn't really a god. No matter how many ideas she had, she had all used them up in the past few years. She originally thought they would have some good programs, so Su Qinghe didn't intend to interfere.

"It's okay, it's okay. We can think of something by brainstorming."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Han Wenjie who was being forced to eat. He picked up the plate with some embarrassment and said, "I won't disturb your meal."

After watching the person walk away, He Anyian let go of his hand.

Han Wenjie finally understood why the squad leader sat here.

"I just said that we should find Qing He in the end."

As he said that, Han Wenjie looked back strangely, but there was no trace of the squad leader at all, "Didn't he eat? Why did he leave?"

"He's afraid that if he doesn't leave, he won't be able to eat anymore."

Song Zhijun had already finished his meal while they were talking.

"why?"

Now even Wang Chengxi couldn't help but look up at him and kindly reminded him, "Let's accompany you to the hospital for a brain CT scan."

"You scolded me." Han Wenjie understood what he meant. He was scolding him for having a brain problem.

After lunch break, as soon as Su Qinghe returned to the classroom, she found a notebook and immersed herself in writing.

Han Wenjie and others knew what she was writing, but they didn't know what program she had in mind. They all wanted to watch it but were afraid of disturbing her.

I had to poke my head in and take a few glances from time to time, moving cautiously.

There were people coming over from time to time, how could Su Qinghe not notice it.

After finishing the last word, Su Qinghe stopped writing and handed it to them, "You guys take a look."

Han Wenjie was the first to reach out to take it, but he was still not as quick as He Anyian, who had been prepared for it. He saw a hand flash past his eyes.

"You kid." Han Wenjie was annoyed.

He Anyian ignored him and looked down at what Su Qinghe had written.

Afraid that they wouldn't understand it, Su Qinghe specially marked the note below.

"What is this sand painting? Is it drawing on sand?"

"That's pretty much what it means." Su Qinghe explained to them, but she wasn't sure if there was any equipment, so she wrote it at the end.

"Is it fun?" It was the first time for several people to hear that there was such a thing, and they found it very interesting.

Su Qinghe has actually only played it once. It would be fun to experience it once in a while. She is not sure if anyone in the class can do this.

She wrote a total of five programs, and it was up to them to decide whether to choose or which program to choose.

"I think this is okay." Song Zhijun pointed to the orchestra.

Su Qinghe nodded in agreement after hearing what she said. She also felt that this was easier to achieve and everyone could participate.

However, "Is there anyone in our class who learns flute?"

She didn't seem to remember anyone learning this. The students in the class mostly learned piano and violin. The string section was the easiest to find, but the others were a bit difficult.

"We don't have that many people in our class." He Anyian reminded them that the symphony orchestras they usually watch usually consist of fifty to one hundred and twenty people, or even hundreds of people.

Su Qinghe originally thought of forming a small symphony orchestra, but now it seems that he may not be able to find all the musicians, let alone the number of people.

"I think this shadow dance is okay." Han Wenjie was very interested in this shadow dance.

“We could put on a sitcom and everyone could participate.”

A few people were having a lively discussion, and they didn't even notice that the monitor who was two aisles away was looking over anxiously, wanting to run over and watch with them.

"Give this to the monitor." Song Zhijun finished reading and handed the paper to Han Wenjie politely.

The squad leader not far away seemed to hear his name and walked towards them before Han Wenjie got up.

"Squad leader, see if you can do it." Su Qinghe had already written down all the programs she could think of and remembered from her previous life. If it didn't work, there would be nothing she could do.

"Thank you, Qinghe. I'll treat you to dinner when the school anniversary is over." The monitor smiled sheepishly at her.

"No, you take a look first and then decide after reading it." Su Qinghe didn't think this was a big deal.

"Don't worry, I will look good." The monitor seemed to have misunderstood her words.

Su Qinghe watched the person return happily holding a piece of paper, and held back the words that came to her lips. She had completed her task, and he could worry about the rest.

After that, Su Qinghe no longer cared about which one they chose.

On the other side, the squad leader and several class cadres couldn't wait to get together and look at the program list written by Su Qinghe, nodding as they read.

"I want to know what books Su Qinghe usually reads and why he has so many ideas."

After reading it, one person couldn't help but sigh.

Why can't they think of this, especially the orchestra? They obviously know how to play instruments, but they just can't think of it.

"I heard them say that Su Qinghe's home has a large study room." Another person whispered what he knew.

The protagonist in question passed by them silently, and the few people who were so excited did not even notice that the person involved was beside them.

I do not know how. Su Qinghe couldn't help but think about whether she had a big study or not.

Her study room shouldn't be called big, because there are also studios, piano rooms, dance rooms, and other rooms for classes, so Su Qinghe's study room can't be called big.

It's probably not as big as the study here, and there are even fewer books. Most of the books Su Qinghe has read since she was a child are from her grandfather's study. The bookshelf in her own study is not even full, and most of it is empty. .

She felt it didn't look good when it was empty, so she put a lot of knick-knacks she had accumulated over the years or handicrafts she brought when she went out on the bookshelf as a decoration.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Zhijun heard her sigh suddenly. Didn't she go to the toilet? Why did she sigh?