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He Zhao was woken up by his grandfather's phone call and asked him to come out for breakfast, so he took Yi Shi, grandpa, grandma and aunt to have breakfast together.

"You are Yi Shi, you are so good-looking, and you are so white and clean, comparable to our Zhao Zhao." Grandma said, "It feels a bit like a mixed race."

Yi Shi: "I'm of mixed race."

He Zhao stared at Yi Shi every day. As a mixed race, Yi Shi's appearance was more oriental, except for his deeper facial features, he didn't see anything special.

He Zhao joked: "You can already see this, did you hear what my mother said?"

Grandma laughed: "When I'm old, I can still pretend to be mysterious here, just to tease you?"

My aunt looked at Yi Shi after hearing the words: "I don't think so, but I really look like a mixed race. Are you more like your mother or your father?"

Yi Shi replied in a low voice: "They are not very similar."

Grandma sighed again: "Then your child will grow up a lot, and it's really good to pick out the advantages of parents."

He Zhao thought to himself, his grandmother is indeed his grandmother, and the person he likes also likes his grandmother very much.They were visiting the nearby attractions, not the most popular attractions in the city, but the mountain ladders in the old city that are very characteristic of the city. There are no crowds of popular attractions, and climbing up the stairs has a unique flavor.Grandma was very concerned about this silent boy along the way, calling "Xiaoyi Xiaoyi" from time to time.

He Zhao and Yi Shi bit their ears: "I'm not wrong, my grandma is a face controler, so I must like you."

The aunt took a picture with her mobile phone, and suddenly turned to He Zhao and Yi Shi: "Don't move."

Click to take a picture.

He Zhao leaned over to have a look, and his aunt held it out to him, "You're so handsome."

It's really not bad, he is also handsome, and Yi Shi is also handsome, He Zhao said with a smile: "Auntie remember to send me."

Grandpa wiped a little sweat from his forehead: "Today seems to be hotter than yesterday, Zhao Zhao, are you hot, you turtleneck sweater."

He Zhao found a small red mark on his neck this morning, so he specially wore a turtleneck sweater to cover it up, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I'm not hot."

He turned his eyes, caught a glimpse of a small shop not far from the stone staircase, and instructed Yi Shi: "Elder-in-law, are you thirsty? Xiao Yi, hurry up and buy water."

Yi Shi didn't pause when he heard the words, and walked directly to the commissary.

"Brother, isn't it too easy for you to instruct Brother Yi?" Zhang Jiangyang, who was walking in front, followed Yi Shi.

"Xiaoyang is a good boy, and I have troubled him to take care of my old lady all the way." Grandma praised.

After a pause of two seconds, grandma smiled and glanced at He Zhao: "Xiao Yi is really good too, grandma likes it very much."

Grandma's words sounded normal, as if she just said it casually, but He Zhao's heart was beating wildly, and he subconsciously met his grandma's gaze, but grandma's gaze was the same as usual, gentle and kind, without any strangeness.

"Don't you like everyone who is good-looking and fair?" My aunt said.

"You can't say that..." Grandma moved her gaze to Yi Shi and Zhang Jiangyang easily, "They are all good boys."

They just stood there and rested, waiting for Yi Shi and Zhang Jiangyang to buy water and come back.

The canteen has a flag on the side of the road, but in fact it has to walk a few meters.

Turning a corner and out of sight of He Zhao and his group, Zhang Jiangyang immediately lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on with you and my brother?"

Yi Shi paused and glanced at Zhang Jiangyang.

Zhang Jiangyang scratched his hair: "I wanted to go up to find my brother last night, but I saw you at the door..."

He was embarrassed to continue, but Yi Shi understood.

Yi Shi didn't answer directly: "You didn't ask He Zhao?"

"I'm just embarrassed... I didn't dare to ask him, so I came to ask you." Zhang Jiangyang stammered, faltering, "You know I've always been afraid of my brother, and it's not that kind of fear, anyway... ...Hey, I'm a little scared. If he doesn't want me to know, I don't know what will happen to him if I expose him face to face. Really, what's the matter with you, but I was nervous all night. What's the matter with you?"

"It's just what you see." Yi Shi said.

"Let me tell you first, I keep it absolutely confidential, and I don't object to you. Isn't it my brother whoever my brother falls in love with? I can still control him." Zhang Jiangyang said, "But can you pay attention next time? , Don’t be in the corridor, how bad it is to let the neighbors see, you may not know, everyone in our country is very reserved..."

"Last night was an accident." Yi Shi said.

"Hey, let's do it, as long as you know what's in your mind." Zhang Jiangyang didn't intend to continue talking.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiangyang chatted with Yi Shi for a few words, and as soon as he let go of the knot in his heart, He Zhao took the initiative to come to him.

"Did you go upstairs to find me last night?" He Zhao asked.

"Aha..." Zhang Jiangyang didn't know whether he should answer yes or no.

"Aha what, what are you hitting haha," seeing his reaction, He Zhao became more certain that the flashing black shadow was Zhang Jiangyang, "Did you see something?"

Hearing He Zhao's natural and generous questioning posture, Zhang Jiangyang felt as if he had been smashed by He Zhao, and couldn't help being amused: "What did I see? I saw you and Brother Yi kissing at the top of the stairs?"

"It's the stairs, it's the door." He Zhao corrected.

"I don't care where you are." Zhang Jiangyang looked carefree, and he was still very innocent in this respect. Holding hands and kissing his girlfriend is a big deal, and he had to be excited for a few classes. Confidently, he couldn't help but click his tongue, "Brother, you have a thick skin."

"I was quite shy in front of Yi Shi," He Zhao said.

"Oh, well, stop talking. I know, I will keep it completely secret, as if I don't know anything." Zhang Jiangyang couldn't listen anymore, and automatically promised.

He Zhao can't say what kind of abnormal psychology he is. If Zhang Jiangyang was more generous and bold, he might still feel a little bit ashamed of being smashed, but the more Zhang Jiangyang is like this, the more he can't help showing off his tongue.

"I suspect those girlfriends of yours are all in vain," He Zhao said.

"We just want to make friends and talk about love," Zhang Jiangyang said, "Don't talk about being a girl, I also have a bottom line, self-respect and self-love, and be responsible for myself and others."

His own mother and Zhang Peng were born out of wedlock. They disappeared shortly after giving birth and never appeared again.He is a little messed up on weekdays, but he knows what it means to be responsible, and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.

"Otherwise, how can you say that you elementary school students are in love?" He Zhao said.

"Aren't you primary school students falling in love?" Zhang Jiangyang was not convinced.

"We..." He Zhao kicked him, "You don't care about us!"

"How dare I control you?" Zhang Jiangyang said.

Grandpa and grandma went back after playing for two days. The Spring Festival, which symbolizes the beginning of the new year, will soon be over. It seems that everything is on the agenda, and school will start immediately.

The school is like this, standing here year after year, sending off a wave of students, and ushering in young faces again.

The big screen in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building broadcasts "x days until the college entrance examination" in rotation every day, like a continuous countdown, jumping from three digits to two digits, not only reminding the third-year students, but also warning the second-year students classmates.

This is a relay race, and as soon as the senior senior brothers and sisters leave, it will be their turn to relay.

In addition to the big event of the college entrance examination, the cultural activities of No. [-] Middle School are the most abundant in late spring and early summer every year, with spring outings and campus cultural festivals coming one after another.The campus cultural festival has a series of activities. In addition to reading activities, knowledge lectures, calligraphy debates and other competitions, the top ten campus singers, Ivy Cup English competition and art performances attract the most attention.

"The tradition of Sixth Middle School is to have sports in autumn, such as basketball games and table tennis school games. In spring, there are cultural activities, first there are top ten campus singers, then English competitions, and finally the closing ceremony of theatrical performances. Every class must send someone to participate in these." He Zhao introduced to Yi Shi.

"That's right. The Ivy Cup English competition is not an ordinary competition. It is an English drama competition. I discussed it with Luo Hao and want you to be our English instructor." Zuo Rui added.

Other activities can be voluntary. The Ivy Cup is very difficult. Every year, the English class representative rushes to beg his father to tell his grandma. Only some people are reluctant or dare to participate. He Zhao’s student Luo Hao is in their class English class representative.

Luo Hao clasped his hands together: "Brother Yi! Please!"

"What are you going to play?" He Zhao was curious.

"The peacock flies southeast." Luo Hao said.

"Wow, it sounds so difficult. Who do you play the fat man? The son of the prefect?" He Zhao asked.

Zuo Rui sighed: "No one participated, everyone is only interested in campus singers. This year, our class committee has digested it internally. Fortunately, there is a little angel Zhu Yeer this year. Zhu Yeer carries the banner Liu Lanzhi, I am Jiao's mother, Liu's mother of the school committee, the son of Luo Hao's prefect, Jiao Zhongqing and Du Shijie."

"Awesome, hard work." He Zhao applauded symbolically, "Brother Yi, save them."

"What do I need to do?" Yi Shi asked.

"I found the English script of "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast" from the Internet. It is too long, and our English is limited. I would like to trouble you to revise it. Also, during the rehearsal, please correct our accent." Zuo Rui Say it openly.

"Yes." Yi Shi said.

"That's great!" Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "With Brother Yi here, I feel at ease."

As soon as Zuo Rui left, He Zhao sourly sent a message to the person next to him: It's so refreshing, Zuo Rui has something to trouble you, and he immediately agreed.

Yi Shi: Didn't you say save them?

He Zhao: Yes...

Yi Shi glanced at him and typed directly: Really jealous or fake jealous?

He Zhao: Who knows

Yi Shi: ...

He Zhao: Hurry up and please me, or I will tell Lao Zhou that you can play the violin, and you can’t escape the art performance

Yi Shi: How to please

He Zhao: What do you say?

Yi Shi: ...

Although He Zhao didn't tell anyone that Yi Shi could play the violin, the cultural and entertainment committee came to him directly: "Yi Shi, I heard that you sing very well."

Yi Shi frowned, his brows condensed into frost: "Who are you listening to?"

He Zhao: "Look at me, it's not me."

Luo Hao also disregarded the relationship: "It's not me either."

Then, the only ones who have sung songs when listening to Yi Shi are...

Jiang Lin turned around consciously, and chuckled: "It seems that I said it unintentionally..."

He Zhao gloated and whistled.

"It's like this now. There are three places for each class in the Campus Singer Contest. Now five people in our class have signed up. There is still a round of voting at the class meeting. Don't worry about it. The biggest problem is the closing ceremony of the cultural festival. The program, the theme of the party is 'Youth Feast', I am so worried. Mr. Zhou's suggestion is to find a few good singers, find a suitable song, and form a band to sing." The cultural and entertainment committee said.

"Aren't there five people who signed up for the singer contest?" Luo Hao asked.

"Four girls and one boy, Mr. Zhou thinks it's better to have a balance between men and women." The cultural and entertainment committee member sighed.

"Little Ming, you have too many opinions." He Zhao folded his arms and shook his head.

"It's too difficult for me, I can't find a suitable song, and I can't find anyone." The cultural and entertainment committee member couldn't help crying, "So, Yi Shi, you must promise me."

He Zhao glanced at Yi Shi, but Yi Shi's expression was unmoved, and he had absolutely no intention of pitying her, and said with a smile, "You might as well write a suitable song for Yi Shi."

The entertainment committee's eyes lit up: "Yi Shi can write songs?"

"Yi Shi can write songs? This talent must be used." Lao Zhou didn't know when he came in through the back door, and stood behind them, startling them, "This is the last game you can participate in in your entire high school career It’s a party, and it’s also a rare experience for you. The closing ceremony is in May. Although your seniors in senior high school will not participate, they will watch it below that night. Learning is important, and you can’t just study hard at your age. I have never supported dead study, high school life is very beautiful, you have to create more and enjoy more.”

After Lao Zhou's generous speech was over, He Zhao explained: "Mr. Xiao Ming, I just made a casual joke..."

"What joke?" Old Zhou asked Yi, "Do you know how to write songs?"

Yi Shi: "..."

Before Yi Shi could speak, Lao Zhou said again: "Very well, this matter is settled. Yi Shi, please write and read first. I have a friend who has been in a band and can write songs. I will ask him to help you when the time comes." have a look."

He Zhao was shocked now, and turned to Yi Shi, "You know how to write songs? Do you really know how to write songs?"

Yi Shi finally had a chance to speak, and said indifferently, "No."

Old Zhou: "He Zhao, please don't make trouble, and you can help others. Isn't your Chinese score okay? If you have time, you can write songs in Yishi, and you will write lyrics."

"Why am I free?" He Zhao is well known for singing out of tune, and he never imagined that this fire could still burn himself.

"Are you free? I came to the classroom ten times, and you were talking to people nine times, and playing with your mobile phone once. If you are not free, who is free in the class?" Lao Zhou's tone slowed down, "When the time comes, our class Original song, composed by Yi Shi, lyricist He Zhao, your two names will be displayed on the big screen at the party, isn’t it good?”

It seems to be very good.

You can show your love openly and aboveboard.

He Zhao and Yi Shi met each other's eyes, and He Zhao gritted his teeth: "Let me try."

After being silent for a while, Yi Shi seemed to sigh: "I will try too."

Lao Zhou was satisfied: "That's right, young man, don't hide your talent, be generous."