Low Key Star

  Chapter 16 [016] She looks good

  With the current consumption level, one thousand yuan is really not a small amount. Although Li Qinghe didn't deliberately raise his voice, many students nearby heard it and couldn't help but look over.

  Zhang Yang didn't expect this girl to make such a bold move, he was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Lin Yiran, who was also looking at him, and when his eyes met, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Are you right?"

  Lin still looked down at the book, "I don't want it."

  Zhang Yang spread his hands towards Li Qinghe and said with a smile, "I'm sorry."

  Li Qinghe seemed to see hope, his expression was excited, and his smile became sweeter, "It's okay, it's okay, just interview you alone."

  Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "I probably know what you're going to ask, so I'm really sorry for making you come here for nothing."

  Li Qinghe didn't say what she wanted to interview, or even said that she must answer. It seemed that there was a loophole, but Zhang Yang knew very well that as long as she agreed to be interviewed, she could write whatever she wanted—this is what she bought for a thousand yuan.

   Zhang Yang didn't think about agreeing, and asked Lin Yiran for advice, rather than a joke.

   "Please, if you don't accept the interview, I will be scolded when I go back."

Seeing that the money was useless, Li Qinghe immediately changed into a pitiful expression. She was already sweet and lovely, but at this moment I felt even more pitiful, "Please, I beg you~ okay? I promise Soon...five minutes?"

"very sorry for that."

  The more she was like this, the more Zhang Yang dared not accept it, so he just bowed his head and memorized the words.

   "Oh, please, please help me." Li Qinghe begged softly, attracting the attention of many students nearby.

   Zhang Yang still shook his head firmly.

   Seeing that he didn't eat oil and salt, Li Qinghe had to turn his head to look at Lin Yiran, and said pitifully: "Student Lin, I know you have a good heart, so can you say something nice for me?"

"Excuse me."

  Lin Yiran also shook his head, no matter who it is, he will not have a good impression of people who want to use their personal affairs as a gimmick.

Seeing that neither of them let go, Li Qinghe put away his pitiful expression, and asked directly: "There were rumors before that Zhang Yang confessed to you, and after being rejected by you, he committed suicide by jumping up the stairs, so as to show his ambition, is it true? "

  Lin still frowned, glanced at Li Qinghe, did not answer, bowed his head and continued to read.

   Zhang Yang didn't even lift his head.

"The two of you are still at the same table. After what happened, Lin Yiran, why didn't you apply for a seat transfer with the teacher? Has your current relationship been affected? I heard that you used to have a good relationship, and now you can still have the same relationship as before. Are you friends like that?"

Li Qinghe is like a machine gun. After firing a series of bullets, he pauses for a while, and when he sees that the other party has not been shot, he continues to shoot, "After Zhao Kuo, the president of the literature club, heard about your rejection of your confession, he said that you have brought shame on yourself. Zhang Yang, do you have anything to say about this?"

   Zhang Yang and Lin still ignored it tacitly.

   "Both of you should have heard of the name Zhao Kuo, right? I heard that he chased Lin Yiran for a while, Zhang Yang, do you know about this?"

She continued: "I also heard a very interesting rumor. At the end of last year, when the Literature Club was selecting the annual school flower list in their "Qingtan" magazine, Zhao Kuo had a fierce quarrel with the then president and team members. Disagree that Lin is still on the list, saying that girls who can be on the list must have outstanding talents and advantages in addition to their looks, and the literature club does not choose vases."

"Li Xiuqin was only a sophomore in high school last year when she received a special invitation from Jiangnan University and rejected it; Liang Ge's dancing is superb; Yu Xiaoxi became the host of the school's radio station as soon as she entered school, and she even appeared on a provincial TV station; Gao Xiaoqin is a The president of the yoga club has first-class communication skills, and has won the first prize in the national English speech contest; Tang Song is the editor-in-chief of "Qingtan" magazine, and his articles have been published in provincial and even national magazines and newspapers many times... And your grades are mediocre, and you don't have any outstanding talents, so you are definitely not qualified to be on the list—do you know about this? Do you agree with Zhao Kuo's evaluation?"

"It is said that at that time, other people in the literature club gave a reason. The original words were "she looks good", and they repeated it nine times. Zhao Kuo was so angry that he almost vomited blood and ran to your classroom in a fit of anger. Look at what you look like, it is said that if you were not rejected by the president at the time, Zhao Kuo might have ranked you first in the school flower list, and started chasing you after that..."

   "Is this a rumor or is it true? What is your impression of Zhao Kuo? Do you agree with the saying that you have no other advantages besides good looks?"

   "Some people say that you participated in the school uniform design competition this semester just to win and prove yourself, is that true?"

  Zhou Fan couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, Li Qinghe, you've had enough, people who clearly don't want to be interviewed, can you just go out?"

   "Hey, this classmate, do you know me?"

Li Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he looked at him in surprise, "As a classmate, how much do you know about Zhang Yang? Did he really commit suicide by jumping down the stairs? Is it disheartened or is it a sign of ambition? Are you willing to accept our proposal?" Interview? I can pay for..."

  Zhou Fan covered his mouth to show his determination.

   Zhang Yang was eager to see through, Wang Jinxiao who went to the office finally came back, walked straight to his seat, looked at Li Qinghe expressionlessly, "Who are you?"

   Li Qinghe obviously recognized him, and quickly stood up, with a sweet and lovely smile on his face, "Is that classmate Wang? I am Li Qinghe, the vice president of Yashe, and I have something I want to interview..."

  Wang Jinxiao immediately realized what was going on, and turned to look at Zhang Yang.

   Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Squad leader, you are here... No one agrees to interview, but if they don't leave, we will not be able to chase them away. We will wait for you to uphold justice."

  Wang Jinxiao turned his head and said to Li Qinghe: "You have seriously affected the normal study and life of our class. If you don't leave, I will go to the club department to complain about Yashe."

  As soon as Li Qinghe opened his mouth, he was blocked by Wang Jinxiao's words. After a little hesitation, he immediately showed a sweet smile again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to bother you. I hope we can continue to cooperate happily next time."

  Watching Li Qinghe's petite and exquisite figure walk out of the classroom, Zhang Yang praised sincerely: "The monitor is mighty."

  Wang Jinxiao sat down in his seat, turning a deaf ear to him, leaving only a handsome back view of him.

   "This is just a reporter from the campus newspaper. It's so terrifying. If I really become a star in the future, will I survive facing those professional reporters?"

   Zhang Yang intuitively felt the terror of the reporter for the first time, and asked Luoshen with some lingering fear.

  Luo Shenyun calmly said: "Just hire a few more bodyguards."

   Zhang Yang curled his lips, knowing that this method is unreliable, but it is too early to think about it now.

  Lin still asked softly: "Why don't you accept it?"

   Zhang Yang smiled and asked back: "Do you want me to accept?"

  Lin still stared at him with eyes as clear as water, but did not answer.

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "The money is too little."

   "A thousand yuan is less?"

  Lin still pursed his lips, "Then how much will you agree to be interviewed?"

  Zhang Yang coughed, "It's worth it. For example, if you interview me, I promise not to charge you anything."

  Lin still glanced at him and looked down at the book.

   "It's okay if you don't post upside down."

  Lin still ignored him, got up with a tissue, and dragged Liu Chan to the bathroom.

  The third history class, this is not too difficult for Zhang Yang, one class passed quickly, and finally came to the last poetry class.

Not counting early reading, the school only has six classes a day, and only thirty classes a week, so the calligraphy class is combined with the poetry class. There are special teachers, and sometimes some well-known writers and calligraphers are invited to the school. lecture.

  But Zhang Yang's class is Fu Quanyi's part-time job.

  Although old man Fu is old-fashioned, he still has some ink in his belly. Otherwise, even if he is the class teacher, the school will not allow him to be a calligraphy and poetry teacher.

Contemporary poetry learning is never for the purpose of composing poems and lyrics. Even in the additional questions of the college entrance examination, there is no strict requirement on the rhythm. In that case, it is difficult for students to score. Promote the original meaning of ancient poetry.

  Generally speaking, as long as it is fluent and rhymes, points will be given as appropriate.

  Fu Quanyi didn't expect to teach one or two talented poets. He didn't have that ability himself, so most of the lectures were given in the first ten minutes, followed by comments in the last ten minutes. The middle time was for students to practice by themselves.

  Calligraphy is like this, so is poetry.

  Last week I focused on calligraphy, and this week on poetry. What the old man used to appreciate today is "Bamboo" by Song Qi, a writer, historian, and poet of the Northern Song Dynasty:

  Xiu Xiu shoots out of class, and refuses to follow his humble resignation.

   There is integrity, the sky is straight, there is no heart, Tao and emptiness.

   "Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum are collectively called the Four Gentlemen. This is known to everyone, and has always been praised by literati and poets. So why are so many people favoring these four gentlemen? Can any student express his opinion."

  (end of this chapter)