She Came To My Concert

But she still felt that she should have never heard this song.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of the last time, Zhu Wenshu opened WeChat and tried twice with the "Shake" function of listening to music.

Doesn't match any songs.

So... What he gave was not a music box, but this melody?

With subtle doubts, she sent two messages to Ling Chen.

[Zhu Wenshu]: I have received the item, thank you.

[Zhu Wenshu]: You are too polite.

Ling Chen didn't return immediately, so Zhu Wenshu got up and went to the cafeteria.

Because I came late, there were not many vacancies in the teacher's cafeteria.

Zhu Wenshu ordered some food casually, and found a corner to sit down.

After eating two mouthfuls of food, the phone finally vibrated.

While chewing, she opened WeChat.

[c]: Hmm.

A burst of singing sounded.

——It was a female teacher next to her who posted a short video, and the BGM happened to be Ling Chen's old song, accompanied by thousands of applause and cheers.

The noisy human voice is far away, but his singing is very close.

Zhu Wenshu gradually forgot to eat, and stared at the phone screen, feeling as if he was whispering to Ling Chen under the eyes of thousands of people.

Even typing movements became cautious.

[Zhu Wenshu]: That melody is very nice.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Is it your song?

[c]: It's your song.

Chapter 17

In the crowded cafeteria, Zhu Wenshu was silent for a long time, forgetting to chew a piece of beef in his mouth.

After a while, she typed uncertainly.

[Zhu Wenshu]: My...

[Zhu Wenshu]: Song?

I didn't know what Ling Chen was busy with. After a while, he didn't reply the message until half of the people in the cafeteria had left.

【c】: My child is a person who knows how to repay kindness.

【c】: Back home clamoring to repay the teacher.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Huh?

【c】: I don't have anything to offer either.

【c】: Randomly wrote a melody.

[c]: I hope the teacher doesn't dislike it, right?

Zhu Wenshu wondered how dare she dislike her.

Nothing to show for it yet, it's his original tune.

If she can't live on one day, she can sell it for a while, maybe——

stop.

Zhu Wenshu suddenly sobered up.

There's no need to curse yourself like that.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Don't dislike it.

[Zhu Wenshu]: I like it very much, thank you.

[c]: You're welcome.

In fact, Zhu Wenshu is not being polite, she really likes it.

Which teacher does not want to be thanked from the heart by students or parents, but the method chosen by Ling Chen has not crossed the line, and has broken through the routine operation of greeting cards and flowers.

Moreover, considering Yu Lingchen's worth, even if he just gave away a piece of melody, it was actually quite generous.

Thinking of this, the word "generous" suddenly touched a small episode in Zhu Wenshu's memory.

She had already forgotten it, but for some reason, the faded fragments flashed in her mind.

In the second or third year of high school, the teacher asked for leave temporarily in the mathematics class before the physical education class, and distributed a test paper to arrange for the whole class to study by themselves.

Zhu Wenshu didn't sleep well the day before, and was sitting in the front row again, so he didn't have a chance to catch up on sleep.

The math class representative who happened to be sitting in the back row sat on the desk to supervise the discipline. Zhu Wenshu seized this opportunity, took the test paper and went to his seat.

The group on the innermost side of the classroom, the penultimate row, happened to be Ling Chen's front desk.

Zhu Wenshu sat down in a low-key manner. As soon as he finished the multiple-choice questions, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight desperately.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

I just remember that when I opened my eyes, the classroom was empty.

Due to his hazy consciousness, Zhu Wenshu at the time didn't realize that the students went to the playground to play after class, and thought something serious happened.

She was still lying on the table, staring in horror, suspecting that she was dreaming.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a pencil swiping behind her, and she blinked.

Huh?

Is there anyone else?

So Zhu Wenshu sat up suddenly, turned back——

Holding a pencil and lowering his head to scribble something on the draft paper, Ling Chen was keenly aware of Zhu Wenshu's movements.

A second before she turned her gaze, she quickly flipped over the draft paper and slammed it on the table with a "snap".

Zhu Wenshu was taken aback by his violent reaction, and even his expression froze.

Ling Chen didn't speak, he stared at Zhu Wen's book stiffly, pressed the back of the draft paper with his hand, even breathing heavily.

Zhu Wenshu couldn't see such an obvious refusal, and of course he wouldn't talk to others in a boring way.

It's just that when she turned back awkwardly, she still couldn't help glancing at the table.

The draft paper was scribbled and turned over, only covering part of the test paper, revealing the half-written geometry proof question.

As for what.

Zhu Wenshu curled his lips unhappily, muttering to himself.

She just wanted to ask why there was no one in the classroom, and she didn't want to peek at the answers to his test papers.

Moreover, she was always the first in the class in the test, so she didn't pay attention to this kind of test paper.

Could it be that,

Is he afraid of being humiliated by her seeing that he can't do the proof?

Then there is no need.

Who in the class doesn't know that Zhu Wenshu, who has a teacher's dream, is the most enthusiastic about teaching students to solve problems and never laughs at anyone.

In short, after that time, Zhu Wenshu felt that Ling Chen was a bit stingy.