Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 111 Contest

 After more than half the semester, the students in the class have become familiar with each other.

Zhou Xiaoyun doesn’t talk much to his classmates, but because he is the monitor, he inevitably has to deal with everyone. She adheres to her usual style of talking less and doing more. She is modest and polite, which has won the love of many classmates. She is very popular.

Zheng Haoran was inevitably a little unconvinced. He has been the best in the class since the first grade. Even apart from his father's reasons, he is a good student in the eyes of the teacher and has always been valued and loved.

 However, since he entered Xingwang Primary School, his status has been seriously challenged.

That silent Zhou Xiaoyun was actually the squad leader and Chinese language study committee member, while he was ranked as the deputy squad leader. He didn't say anything but secretly had a comparison in his heart.

At first he didn't take Zhou Xiaoyun very seriously, thinking that she was just a pretty girl. It's soft, weak, dull, and there's nothing special about it. As for Zhou Xiaoyun's abnormal behavior, Zheng Haoran thought that this was her normal appearance, which made her even more distasteful.

Fang Wenchao was considerate of Zhou Xiaoyun and asked Zheng Haoran to do all the things in the class. Zheng Haoran was happy that he didn't say anything on his face. I feel that the teacher still thinks highly of him, and he is very serious and diligent in what he does.

With the mentality of letting the teacher see who is better, Zheng Haoran worked hard to manage the class in a clear and logical manner.

  Leading students in self-study class, keeping the team together during exercises, running to the office very diligently, and was praised by Fang Wenchao many times.

Zheng Haoran gradually became complacent and thought to himself: Humph, I guess Zhou Xiaoyun was the general selected among the short guys in the class. Look at him, how can she have any room to play?

 But I didn’t expect the situation to change drastically.

Ever since Zhou Xiaoyun came to class with a smile one day a month ago, things seemed to have developed beyond Zheng Haoran's expectations.

 First of all, in Chinese class, Zhou Xiaoyun started to raise his hands frequently to read the text. His sweet, standard and emotional reading in Mandarin immediately surpassed him. Later, whenever Fan Du was required to read, it was Zhou Xiaoyun.

Zheng Haoran had to be convinced. Who could let Zhou Xiaoyun read really well?

Then the school asked for a blackboard newspaper, and Fang Wenchao casually asked Zhou Xiaoyun and Zheng Haoran to work together to publish it in their spare time.

Zheng Haoran didn’t dare to underestimate Zhou Xiaoyun anymore. He found a bunch of materials at home and felt that he had almost all the materials he had prepared before taking them to the classroom.

When we got there, we saw that Zhou Xiaoyun had nothing in his hand, and he wrote the title of the blackboard on the blackboard casually. Zheng Haoran was so surprised by the beautiful block letters that he no longer had the nerve to write a word on the blackboard. Despondently, he gave Zhou Xiaoyun the prepared materials to write down.

Zhou Xiaoyun does things quickly and well. He finished writing on the blackboard in less than an hour. I was very polite and asked Zheng Haoran to come and write the content together to make it faster.

 He forced a smile and said that he could just draw some illustrations, as he was not very good at writing.

Zheng Haoran drew a larger theme painting in the middle of the blackboard. It was a five-star red flag flying high in front of a teaching building, with big trees, green grass and red flowers beside it. The scene was quite lively. Zheng Haoran spent a long time admiring himself and felt very successful.

Zhou Xiaoyun watched silently for a while, without saying anything. He just took yellow chalk and added two young pioneers with a marching salute under the flagpole. Wow, that image was so vivid and lifelike that it shocked Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran felt ashamed, and comforted himself by saying that it was normal for a girl to write better and draw more beautifully, and there was nothing strange about it.

As a result, Class 4 (2) won the first prize in the blackboard inspection and was rated first in the school. Fang Wenchao happily praised the two of them in the class.

In fact, the words on the blackboard are all written by Zhou Xiaoyun. Her handwriting was practiced with Fang Wenchao. Fang Wenchao is too familiar with it and it is impossible not to recognize it. But we can’t just praise Zhou Xiaoyun for leaving Zheng Haoran behind! That would hurt Zheng Haoran's self-esteem too much.

Zheng Haoran lowered his head, his face a little burning. The writing on the blackboard was obviously written by one person's hand. How could he have the face to raise his head and chest to accept praise?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaoyun actually stood up at this time and said: "Teacher Fang, I think the blackboard report was good this time mainly because Zheng Haoran prepared enough materials. He spent a lot of effort to find a lot of information. So his The credit is greater than mine.”

At that moment, Zheng Haoran raised his head and looked at Zhou Xiaoyun in surprise. It happened that Zhou Xiaoyun also looked at him after finishing speaking and smiled at him.

That faint smile that bloomed was like a wild flower in spring, small and exuding an unknown fragrance. Zheng Haoran suddenly felt his heart beating faster.

After that, Zheng Haoran unconsciously chased the upright figure diagonally in front of him with his eyes.

Of course, Zheng Haoran would never admit that he had a crush on Zhou Xiaoyun.

Hum, she is my opponent. When I observed her carefully, I was just looking for her shortcomings and trying to surpass her. I was definitely not looking at her secretly...

 Not long after, another thing happened.

The first period that afternoon was music class, and the music teacher was Fang Wenchao. He had a cold that day and felt a little unwell. He carried the accordion to the classroom and had no energy to play.

Zheng Haoran stood up and wanted to show off. Fang Wenchao suggested that he just go to self-study! Anyway, he is in the self-study class, so why are you afraid that any student will dare to speak up?

However, the students below were all clamoring against it, and they all said that they would not have self-study in music classes, which they rarely had twice a week.

 Children who don’t like to sing in music class!

Zheng Haoran and Li Tianyu, who led the opposition, had a heated argument. He wanted to use the majesty of his deputy squad leader to suppress Li Tianyu, but he didn't get rid of him at all. For a time, the class was divided into two groups and they were quarreling.

A clear and beautiful voice sounded: "Teacher Fang, let's take music class. I'll play the piano for you and teach everyone to sing this song "The Snail and the Oriole"."

 The voice was not loud, but the whole class immediately fell silent. Only a few of Zhou Xiaoyun's friends, such as Wu Mei, Wang Jingjing and Zhou Zhihai, knew that Zhou Xiaoyun could play the accordion. Most people in the class had never heard of it.

It’s no wonder that Zhou Xiaoyun is born with a temperament that doesn’t like to show off everywhere. Who among my good friends doesn’t know her personality? Naturally, he won't talk too much, so very few people know about it.

Zhou Xiaoyun felt sorry for Fang Wenchao's severe cold, so he had to take the initiative to show his hand in front of his classmates for the first time.

　　When the melodious and melodious sound of the piano sounds, the cheerful tune spreads throughout the classroom.

Zheng Haoran was dumbfounded as he watched Zhou Xiaoyun play the big accordion fluently and skillfully, his slender fingers sliding back and forth on the keys skillfully and naturally.

“Amen Amen There is a vine in front of me. It is green and has just sprouted. The snail is climbing up step by step, carrying its heavy shell.

There are two oriole birds in Ashu, laughing at them. The grapes are ripe very early. What are you doing here now?

Ahuang Ahuang Oriole, don’t laugh, it will mature when I climb on it. "

A sweet singing voice sounded, and Zheng Haoran followed the words in a daze, not knowing what he was singing.

 (End of this chapter)