After rebirth, I want to pamper this cold and cold man like you alone.

An Qi was very disgusted. She reached out to straighten the strap of her schoolbag and inadvertently pulled her hand out. At this moment, she suddenly thought that Zhao Bingbing seemed to have won the first place in the ancient poetry competition, tied with Ling Xiaochen, but they had recited the same thing together the night before. For ancient poems, the school stipulates that the one who recites the most will win, but in her previous life, Zhao Bingbing finally won. What she told her after the game was that she listened to the people next to her reciting it and temporarily remembered it in her mind, so she recited it on the spot. Unexpectedly, she won.

At that time, An Qi believed it without any doubts, and even praised Zhao Bingbing for being smart.

But now that I think about it, there are really too many loopholes. The one who has photographic memory and can memorize shorthand is herself. Zhao Bingbing is not that kind of smart child, but she works hard, so she needs to spend more time reciting ancient poems, which also shows that, Zhao Bingbing worked hard silently where she couldn't see it.

"How is your recitation of ancient poems?" An Qi asked with concern.

Zhao Bingbing's eyes flashed with determination, but she said worriedly: "There should be no problem. We can take a look at it in the car later. I always feel that I will forget it if I get nervous."

An Qi pretended to believe it and immediately reassured her: "Me too, let's see again later. You must be fine."

"Yeah!" Zhao Bingbing nodded happily.

The bus came and the two of them sat on the bus. This time An Qi sat in the passenger seat of the bus. Zhao Bingbing was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect it, but An Qi said with a smile: "Bing Bing, I'm a little nervous. , you need to sit next to the driver and watch the scenery to relax, you can sit wherever you want and don't worry about me!"

Zhao Bingbing was unwilling to give in and could only respond: "Oh...then be careful..."

Then he turned around three times and sat in the first row at the back.

An Qi heard the unwillingness in Zhao Bingbing's words, and a faint light flashed in her eyes, Ha! In the previous life, Zhao Bingbing grabbed the seat in the front row as soon as she got on the bus, then patted the seat behind her and called her over. When the two of them memorized ancient poems in the car, Zhao Bingbing would turn around to talk to her or look at her from time to time. Which one was she memorizing? She was afraid that she would remember too much, but in the end she got first place!

How could she succeed this time!

An Qi opened the thick ancient poetry book, moved the book to Zhao Bingbing's blind spot, and then quickly opened the last page of the book. She wanted to start shorthand from the last ancient poetry!

Ancient poems become more difficult toward the end, which means that the poems that follow are more partial. The more you remember, the greater your chance of winning!

Zhao Bingbing was absentmindedly reviewing ancient poems. When she looked up, she saw that An Qi was looking out the window most of the time. Her small eyes were filled with jealousy and disdain. He was jealous of An Qi's smart mind but disdainful of her simplicity. What could he say? She believes it, idiot!

The ancient poetry competition started on time at nine o'clock in the morning. All the students in each class were reciting loudly. The school required each student to recite the first 100 Tang poems, but it was four classes against PK. In this case, each class Students can only recite twenty-five of them, but there are always students from each class who can continue to the timed overtime. At that time, two representatives from each class will be selected to compete again, and represent the class to live the final honor. , and personally also has a small number one award.

An Qi briefly flipped through the hundred ancient poems she had memorized before, and then shifted her focus to the newly recited ancient poems. It wasn't until the school assembly bell rang that An Qi put down her book, picked up her stool and went to the playground to assemble.

An Qi walked forward from the fourth row. Zhao Bingbing was waiting for her by the aisle in the second row. As soon as they met, he asked: "Qiqi, how was your review?"

An Qi lowered her eyes and said calmly: "We'll see when the time comes. What if I picked up the phone and forgot? Haha!"

Zhao Bingbing then remembered whether she would stand up with a microphone and speak in front of all the teachers and students in the school, and she suddenly felt a little nervous.

When it comes to mentality, An Qi is also very good at it. After all, no one understands Zhao Bingbing better than An Qi at this moment!

The teachers and students of the school sat in class teams on the playground and watched the fourth grade students recite ancient poems PK. Everyone was very excited!

Each class is given a microphone, which is held by the class teacher. When it is the turn of his class, the student who raises his hand first can take the microphone and recite.

An Qi's height was in the middle and back of the team, and Zhao Bingbing was sitting in the front row. When the class teacher passed by An Qi, he asked: "An Qi, how are you preparing?"

An Qi smiled and politely responded to the class teacher: "It's okay, teacher."

The head teacher smiled and touched her hair to encourage her, then walked to the end of the line and stood still.

Zhao Bingbing turned around and took in everything, and An Qi also saw Zhao Bingbing's expression clearly from the corner of her eye.

The ancient poetry recitation competition was in full swing, and each class was trying its best to compete for the first place. Basically, one class had just finished reciting it and before they sat down, the next class quickly stood up and started reciting it. The school leaders in the comment area were all excited. Smiling and nodding, from time to time judges and students from rival classes would point out recitation errors or repetitions.

An Qi has always been the focus of the class teacher's training. From time to time, she would stand up and recite, and she also saw Ling Xiaochen at this time...

She is thin and fair, about the same height as An Qi. Her delicate appearance and the red scarf fluttering on her chest reminded An Qi of her previous life. Because of the overtime match between Zhao Bingbing and Ling Xiaochen, Ling Xiaochen accused Zhao Bingbing of cheating. And having a big quarrel with him will make his cheeks turn red with anger!

Now that I think about it, maybe there really was a problem that she didn't see!

Reciting ancient poems one by one, for many people, they will memorize less and less, and towards the end, the error rate will be higher, because they are constantly pointed out that they have memorized it or memorized it wrong, which makes everyone highly nervous. , the surroundings began to slowly buzz with whispers.

Many teachers at the judges' table could not hear the poems recited by their classmates. There was no other way. Those students who kept standing up to play were invited to the judges' table for PK.

Zhao Bingbing and An Qi stood together. At this moment in the previous life, An Qi's legs were shaking in the wind, but now because Ling Xiaochen was standing in the opposite camp, An Qi's eyes would look at him from time to time.

Perhaps An Qi's gaze shifted to Ling Xiaochen too frequently. Ling Xiaochen also turned to look at An Qi. As soon as An Qi caught his gaze, she smiled sweetly at him. He was stunned for a moment and then ignored her! I concentrated on listening to the classmate next to me reciting it!

Okay, it's important to focus on PK.

When the student opposite me stumbled and recited an ancient poem that was not one of the previous 100, the other camps were silent for a moment. An Qi stood on the stage and could clearly hear the discussion in the audience.

"This doesn't seem to be the first hundred songs assigned by the teacher!"

"I don't remember this one either!"