Chapter 33: The scene where you belong only to me in the crowd
The next day.
When Xu Cheng really came to this music training class, he found that he had come to the wrong place.
"It's more like a children's enlightenment class..."
In this so-called music training class, Xu Cheng was actually the oldest child. He was surrounded by first and second graders who were very childish. They ran around holding toys like Ultraman, Transformers, and Barbie dolls in their hands. Some even sat in their seats with tears in their eyes, crying, "I want my mom..."
His desk mate was a girl about the first grade. She kept turning sideways and staring at Xu Cheng with her bright big eyes.
Xu Cheng felt uncomfortable being stared at and couldn't help asking, "Why are you staring at me? It's very rude."
"Why do you keep looking at me? It's very rude."
The girl asked back, her voice as clear as a wind chime.
Xu Cheng frowned slightly and took a closer look at the girl next to him. She was quite cute.
She had a black bun hair and wore an exquisite black beret. She had fair and tender skin, long eyelashes, and a pair of shallow dimples when she smiled.
"You are looking at me, so I am looking at you." Xu Cheng explained to her.
"You looked at me, so I looked at you."
The girl imitated him, even her tone and expression were exactly the same as his just now, and Xu Cheng finally reacted...
Phew, a boring game for kids to learn to talk.
But I have never lost at this game!
After blabbering on for a while, Xu Cheng suddenly slammed the table with great certainty.
"You are wrong. You still want to learn from me."
The girl widened her eyes in confusion, fluttering her long eyelashes, and said in a baby voice, "No, Jingjing is not wrong!"
Seeing Xu Cheng turning his head away with a smile, she realized what she was doing with her hands covering her little mouth, and then she poked Xu Cheng's belly with her hand with an indignant look on her face.
"It doesn't count, you bad brother, let's play another round!"
"Ouch." Xu Cheng's ticklish spot was poked by her. He trembled all over and almost jumped up from his seat. He glared at the girl angrily.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry." The girl pouted, looking pitiful, "I just want to play another round, bad brother..."
"Let's compete." Xu Cheng agreed immediately. He looked at the name on the notebook on the girl's desk and said, "Shen Jiajing, even if we play ten games, you still can't be my opponent."
Shen Jiajing pouted angrily, her eyes determined, "Despicable big brother, I won't lose."
Xu Cheng glanced at her and said, "Then I'll start!"
Shen Jiajing nodded, "Let's get started."
"You lost again." Xu Cheng shrugged helplessly.
"Ah? Has it started yet?"
Shen Jiajing was surprised. It was the first time she encountered such an unethical tactic.
In the small classroom, the teacher was talking about some simple musical instrument backgrounds on the stage, while trying to maintain order in the chaotic classroom. Xu Cheng felt that he could not learn anything at all, and his arm was constantly poked by Shen Jiajing next to him.
She looked at Xu Cheng with a resentful expression, like an angry wife, and kept muttering, "Bad brother, another round..."
Xu Cheng was annoyed. "Well, let me say one more thing. If you can learn it, you win. But if you can't, you can't bother me anymore."
"Okay, okay."
Shen Jiajing agreed confidently, with waves in her eyes like stars hanging in the sky.
Xu Cheng cleared his throat and said clearly, "Forty-four dead persimmon trees."
After saying that, he looked at Shen Jiajing and said, "Simple, right?"
Shen Jiajing was full of confidence, with dimples on her face. "Who can't learn this? Forty-four four...bah...sex...snakes..."
Her eyes were anxious and her tongue seemed to be tied, so she couldn't speak, and her face turned red with anxiety.
Xu Cheng crossed her arms across her chest. Flat tongue consonants and curled tongue consonants were beyond the ability of a first-grade girl to handle.
Sure enough, after trying for a long time without success, Shen Jiajing began to lie on the table and draw circles in autism.
Halfway through the class, a new female teacher wearing flesh-colored stockings came in. She had a slim figure and I don’t know what kind of strong perfume she had sprayed on, which instantly filled the entire classroom.
Shen Jiajing, who was sitting next to Xu Cheng, suddenly became anxious and kept looking at the front of the classroom with a frown.
"What's wrong with you?" Xu Cheng noticed that something was wrong with her.
Shen Jiajing didn't say anything. She stood up, supported herself on the table with one hand, and covered her neck with the other hand, breathing heavily, her face slightly red.
"Student, please sit down." said the female teacher at the podium.
Shen Jiajing no longer had the strength to hold on. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath with her mouth open, looking extremely miserable.
Such a loud noise immediately attracted the attention of the entire classroom. All the children looked over, and the female teacher also came over anxiously.
"What's going on? What happened to her?"
The so-called female teacher was actually a female college student. She was completely panicked at the moment and didn't know how to deal with the situation.
Xu Cheng immediately realized something and quickly looked around.
" perfume!"
"Teacher, please leave here quickly. Your perfume is causing her asthma attack!"
The female teacher agreed in a daze, stepped back in a panic, went to the classroom door, and anxiously asked Xu Cheng, "Student, do you need to give her artificial respiration?"
"Artificial respiration will kill her!" Xu Cheng's forehead was sweating with nervousness. "Hurry up and call 120 for an ambulance!"
“Oh…oh…”
A few more female teachers rushed into the classroom. Xu Cheng didn't know whether they also smelled of perfume, so he didn't let them come over.
"Open all the windows and get out, she needs space to breathe!"
In this era when first aid knowledge has not been popularized, every word said by Xu Cheng, a 10-year-old boy, is golden rule in the ears of these young female teachers.
Xu Cheng helped Shen Jiajing sit up, asked her to hold the bench and lean forward slightly.
"Do you have medicine? Shen Jiajing, did you bring medicine?"
When Xu Cheng was in college, he had a roommate who suffered from asthma, so he knew that asthma patients usually carry sprays with them.
Shen Jiajing was crying in pain, and her originally fair face began to turn slightly purple. She nodded hard.
Xu Cheng felt in her pocket, opened her pink schoolbag, and finally found a can of spray. He shook it for her and handed it to her.
The ambulance arrived relatively quickly, and the doctor took Shen Jiajing away, so Xu Cheng was not in any danger.
After this incident, he was no longer interested in attending any training classes, so he simply slipped out with his schoolbag on his back when the teacher wasn't paying attention.
"Whose past was the priest temple war bow and arrow?"
"I like the picture of you being the only one for me in the crowd"
After turning a corner, Xu Cheng found that the training class was located in the city center. The shops on the street were playing "Love in AD" in a trendy way. Looking up to the left, he saw the modern building that Xu Cheng was familiar with - Xinhua Bookstore.
He would occasionally think of the sweet potato girl from that summer. He had been to Xinhua Bookstore countless times since then, but had never seen her again, just like his childhood that was gradually fading away.
Looking towards the familiar floor-to-ceiling window, Xu Cheng's pupils shrank slightly.
It was still the familiar sweet potato stall, with the same lively atmosphere, but the lonely girl in front of the stall surprised Xu Cheng.
It was her...
