The sweet smell of citrus

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In the middle of winter, the first semester of the third year of high school is coming to an end.

Although high school students still have to focus on their studies, they are too overwhelming, and reading every day is not very good, so Jiang Ke's school leadership team discussed it in the discussion area, and finally decided not to cancel the school's New Year's Day party.

The news was quickly broadcast to the whole school in the form of radio, and cheers rang out.

Thinking about it carefully, the New Year's Day party is actually not much fun, but under such circumstances, it is very happy to think about being able to skip class one day and have entertainment.

Cheng Jialan also cheered.

Song Yi's eyes softened as he watched her 'follow the tide'.How did she feel that this person was full of cleverness before, and his eyes were very sharp.

Obviously an idiot.

After the cheers, the class still had to be attended, but after the class was over, the cultural and entertainment committee came to find Song Yi.

Since there were not many girls in the science class, the cultural and entertainment committee member was a handsome boy. He rushed in front of Song Yi with a watch, and laughed a few times, "Squad leader!"

"To hold a New Year's Eve party, the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment requires each class in the school to select three programs... You know, the situation in our class, everyone doesn't like to be on stage, so this time—"

"I know." It happened every year. Song Yi accepted it with a smile, and then subconsciously praised a wave of cultural and entertainment committee members.

"Ah." Being praised by the goddess in his heart, the boy scratched his hair, "It's nothing, after all, I have to be responsible for running for this position."

Song Yi wanted to say something, but beside him, Cheng Jialan suddenly spread out the book on the table, and grabbed her elbow, "Squad leader! It's almost time for class, how long will it take you to teach me this?" topic!"

"It will be ready soon." Song Yi glanced at the workbook, then looked up at the entertainment committee member, "I'm here—"

"It's okay, monitor, I'm done talking about everything, I'll go over there first, and you can just send me a message on WeChat after you've fixed the show."

"Okay, thank you."

"The squad leader is always so polite." The entertainment committee member ran back to his seat.

After he left, Song Yi immediately picked up a pen and draft paper, "Is it because you don't know how to solve this problem?"

"Correct."

Without further ado, Song Yi wrote down the steps and answers in detail on the paper. After finishing writing, she slowly said: "I remember that there was a question that was almost exactly the same as yesterday, and you couldn't do it either. After I finish teaching you, you Forgot it again today?"

Cheng Jialan didn't look at it carefully just now, just casually pointed to a question in the exercise book, now that he looked at it, he found that it was indeed an old friend.

But even if she was wrong, she would not admit it!

"Mathematics is so difficult, it's normal to see it yesterday and forget it today!"

"It's because it's too difficult, so my score is so low every time!"

OK, that makes sense.

But Song Yi knew that Cheng Jialan would be able to do this problem, because she had done a similar sample problem a class ago, why she couldn't do it now... She also knew the reason.Don't poke, though.

"Then I'll say it again, you must remember."

"I will remember."

Song Yi disassembled the question, and explained the question in its entirety based on this knowledge point.

Cheng Jialan pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "It turned out to be like this, and now I understand again."

It's just that her eye movements were too exaggerated, which made Song Yi want to laugh.

"But, Jia Lan, don't you like the entertainment committee?"

When mentioning the cultural and entertainment committee, Cheng Jialan's expression was no longer vivid, and he entered the dead face mode in a second, "It's so annoying, it's so annoying."

"Crap?"

"That's right, things that can be said clearly in one sentence have to be split into many sentences." Cheng Jialan looked disgusted.

Song Yi burst out laughing.

Maybe it was because she smiled too brightly, or maybe it was because Cheng Jialan hated people and hated them for no reason. Hearing Song Yi's smile, Cheng Jialan felt a little embarrassed, "Squad leader, what are you laughing at?"

"Aren't I right?"

It is impossible to go along with others, and to go along with it must be to go along with Cheng Jialan.

Song Yi even said a few words that Cheng Jialan was right, and the expression of the little tablemate gradually became normal, and gradually became more confident, "It was originally, just one sentence--the class leader troubles you to participate in the New Year's Day performance. Such a short word, so long."

"But..." Cheng Jialan remembered something again, "Squad leader, listen to what he said, do you have to perform at the New Year's Eve party every year?"

"Ah. That's right." The former Song Yi would never miss this kind of show.

Because you can add credits, you can perform, you can be seen by the people above, you can get scholarships with a legitimate name, and you can make more people like you.

Never missed and never went wrong.

But this time-

"You seem to be very interested in this?"

"No, I'm just curious about what you've performed before."

Song Yi snorted, looked at Cheng Jialan, and extended an invitation to her, "Since you are so curious, why don't you come with me this year?"

"Me, me?" Cheng Jialan pointed at himself in disbelief.