Can it be made public?

In addition to the tables and chairs in the music classroom, there are piles of musical instruments. If you accidentally bump into them, it’s okay to hurt yourself, but if something breaks, it will be a big deal.

Ji Li was worried about this from the beginning, so he didn't want to go out in the dark. Even if he was led by someone, he reflexively wanted to find familiar objects around him.

What he had in hand happened to be a metal lectern.

The moment the two were about to collide, another hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and then there was a muffled "bang".

Ji Li was stunned for a moment before he realized what was on the edge of the podium in time.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Ying Yunsheng said, "Don't touch it randomly, keep your hands away."

"Oh."

He thought that when the other party came in, it was because of the sound of breathing that he could find him so accurately, but now he realized that even when he went out without any guidance, the other party still didn't even hesitate to move forward.

Take it easy.

Leaving the music classroom, there is still a corridor outside. When I suddenly stepped in, even the temperature of the whole body seemed to drop by a few percentage points.

The other party kept silent, and Ji Li didn't speak either, fearing that his sudden sound would disturb the other party's judgment under extreme circumstances.

This feeling of completely surrendering himself to someone else was foreign to him.

Until the corridor door was pushed open again, moonlight finally streamed down from the glass door of the lobby of the art building.

Ying Yunsheng walked in front, pulled his hand halfway up the sleeve, the wrist and forearm were exposed to the air, but the edges and corners of the bones were clearly visible.

Only then did Ji Li call him, "Ying Yunsheng."

"Ah."

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Uh……"

"You came here specifically to find me?"

"Uh……"

"So worried about me."

"Uh……"

"In fact, school power outages usually don't last too long. Maybe we will call right away after we walk out of the art building."

"But I want you to come out sooner."

"Uh……"

"No one likes a place without any light."

Ji Li was stunned for a while: "Where did you get that chicken soup?"

Ying Yunsheng turned his head expressionlessly.

"Are you angry?" Ji Li smiled, "I'm sorry, the main reason is that your expression when you said that sentence is too similar to when I was chasing you to recite the text."

A question mark appeared in Ying Yunsheng's eyes.

Ji Li: "They all regard death as home."

"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng let go of him, turned around and left in silence.

Ji Li smiled and chased after him: "But your expression just now is really similar. I originally wanted to ask you for a book list to write an essay so that I can use clichés... Actually, it's not just memorization, but every time you risk it, you want to do something. It’s always like this, like a pufferfish being put in a frying pan...Ying Yunsheng, you’re so angry—”

There are four or five steps outside the art building. He was so busy chasing people that he didn't pay attention. His feet suddenly stepped on the air, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.He thought he was supposed to fall to the ground, but he didn't expect to be grabbed by someone in time. When he opened his eyes, he saw a person standing in front of him who was four or five meters away half a second ago.

"How's the foot? Is it twisted enough?"

Ji Li shook his head.

Ying Yunsheng was worried, squatted down and checked everything, and got up again after making sure everything was fine: "Can you look at the road while walking?"

The sudden raising of the voice of a person who has always been used to a cold face is actually very intimidating, but Ji Li is not afraid of him at all: "Isn't this chasing you?"

"Uh..." Ji Li quickly grabbed him, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have said anything about you."

Ying Yunsheng: "I'm not angry."

Ji Li took his other hand, and at a glance he saw the long red marks on the back of the hand that had just hit the edge of the podium.

It was too dark to see in the building, but now he realized that a piece of skin had been cut, obviously stretching too fast to protect himself from the injury.

Fortunately, there was no bloodshed.

"Does it hurt?"

Ying Yunsheng shook his head.

Ji Li lowered his head and blew, "Here you go."

Ying Yunsheng's eyelashes trembled, and he barely controlled himself to retract without showing any flaws.

The other party suddenly said: "Thank you."

He was taken aback: "What?"

"I don't know if others don't like places without light, but I really don't." Ji Li said with a smile, "So thank you for taking me out."

Just as I guessed at the beginning, the power outage did not last long. After the two had such a fuss, the building behind them lit up almost as expected.

Ji Li didn't forget to turn off the lights in the music classroom and lock the door before returning to his classroom.

As soon as he was seated, Jian Mingyuan came over to him next to him: "What good happened?"

Ji Li turned his head: "What?"

Jian Mingyuan pointed at him: "Otherwise, why are you smiling so happily?"

Ji Li was stunned for a moment.

Jian Mingyuan guessed wildly: "Because of a power outage? It was only [-] minutes, and the evening self-study was not canceled, not to mention that you didn't come back during this process; or did you get the first place in this weekly exam?"

Ji Li didn't answer, but said, "The midterm exam is scheduled for next week."

Jian Mingyuan was in no mood to gossip for a moment: "So fast!"

Ye Ruhui interrupted suddenly: "The forum is open."

"What disk?"

"Bet on this mid-term exam, whether Ji Li or Ying Yunsheng will be the first in grade."

Jian Mingyuan was stunned: "The two of them study literature and theory, what's the comparison?"

"The total score is the same, why can't we compare." Ye Ruhui quietly checked the information on the phone, "The voting ratio is about nine to one, and the ceremony is nine."

Jian Mingyuan was stunned: "Such an exaggeration? Ying Yunsheng also took the first place in the placement test?"

"Didn't No. 1 in the last monthly exam become a rite of passage again?"

"Then each of them won the first place once. Shouldn't the rate of votes now be one to one?"

"People's hearts don't count like this." Ye Ruhui flipped through the pages, "I'll read a few analysis posts for you, "What about the first place in the placement test? Doesn't the result of the subsequent monthly test prove that that one time was lucky?"

Ji Li stopped writing.

"Ying Yunsheng is obviously a partial subject. Chinese is a hurdle he can't overcome. As long as the school still takes Chinese, he is doomed to lag behind the starting line by more than [-] points."

"I admit that he is good at mathematics and science, but what's the use of being good at this aspect? If the teacher's mind twitches in a certain exam and makes the liberal arts test a little more difficult, it will be the scene of a large-scale rollover."

"Compared to Ji Limen, good grades are the kingly way. Even if you fall by accident, you will return to the throne sooner or later to squeeze the opportunistic one down."

Jian Mingyuan frowned: "This is too..."

He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable adjective, but Ye Ruhui was not surprised: "Too hostile?"

Jian Ming is far from understanding.

"It's normal, it's just jealousy." Ye Ruhui shrugged, "Ji Li was always the first grader in the first year of high school, everyone was suppressed by him, and there was a reason to say that the opponent he faced was not a normal person; Yunsheng came first, which proves from the side that other people who failed the Jili exam were just not working hard enough, and they can no longer blame their own idleness on the theory of talent, of course there will be resentment."

Jian Mingyuan blinked.

Ye Ruhui put away the phone calmly: "As for you, you haven't reached the level of being jealous of others. After all, you can't even pass my exam."

"Uh..." No surprises, the two started a new round of mutual hair pulling.

The art festival is scheduled after the midterm exam.

After Ying Yunsheng finished his homework every day, he began to read a book repeatedly.

Meng Xing next to him observed for several days, but couldn't hold back: "What are you looking at?"

Ying Yunsheng raised the spine of the book, revealing the cover.

"Human Words".

"What are you looking at this for?"

"I want to improve my Chinese performance."

Meng Xing looked shocked: "Are you finally dissatisfied with dominating the sciences and starting to switch to liberal arts?"

Chinese has always been a magical subject, and the specific performance is that there is almost no difference in the test scores between those who attend classes and those who do not attend classes. Their science classes generally do not pay attention to Chinese, and there are never a few people who study in class.

Although Jian Mingyuan originally commented that Ying Yunsheng's score of 110 in the Chinese language test last month was a step ahead of his grade ranking, but it is undeniable that this score is indeed considered to be in the middle of their class.

Ying Yunsheng didn't intend to improve anything at first, but unfortunately, when he gathered for rehearsal the next day after the power outage, the other party sent him this book by Wang Guowei.

"To improve Chinese, one depends on doing questions, and the other depends on accumulation. There is no limit to the accumulation. Poetry, novels, current affairs and news can all be your extracurricular reading content."

In this way, Ying Yunsheng started his career of traveling in the sea of ​​books.

His reading volume is indeed lacking. In the past, he had no conditions, but later he had no desire.Raising Chinese scores is a long-term project. He has already memorized the chapters that should be memorized, and he has mastered the skills of the questions taught by the teacher. No amount of part can be completed overnight.Instead of wasting time on this, it is better to write two more math papers.

On this point, Ji Li and his views diverge.

"If you can improve your Chinese, you can definitely surpass me in total score."

Ying Yunsheng shook his head: "If you also choose science, I can't possibly pass you."

"Why are you so unsure of yourself?"

"I have confidence in you."

"That's a coincidence." Ji Li said, "I also have confidence that you will surpass me."

"Uh……"

"Be obedient and improve your Chinese scores."

"Uh..." For a long time, Ying Yunsheng couldn't understand why Ji Li cared so much about his Chinese. He was writing physics test papers in Chinese class, and even their head teacher didn't say anything, because the other party knew him well. Spending time on science can get much higher returns than Chinese.

It wasn't until later that he finally finished reading the book in his hand and asked when he was holding the book and returning it to the other party.

Ji Li: "Compared to galloping in a certain field, I hope you can do everything."

Ying Yunsheng was stunned.

"But if I just don't have the talent in this area," Ying Yunsheng said slowly, "I just can't do it?"

Ji Li said, "You can do it."

Ying Yunsheng fell silent.

Ji Li stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Have you finished reading the previous book?"

Ying Yunsheng was at a loss: "Huh?"

Ji Li handed him a collection of short stories: "Read this next."

"Uh……".

After Ying Yunsheng left, Prophet Mao entered the classroom, opened the folder, took out a thin stack of papers and flattened them out: "The results of the Chongliu City Essay Contest last month came out. Check out the certificate."

There was no class at this moment, and there was still a lot of noise downstairs, but it became quiet after hearing this.

The awards are read starting from the third prize, and every time a name is read, there will be uniform applause from below.

"Wu Yiqing won the second prize for her composition "Hungry and Die"."

"Making love!"

"Zhu Yi, the composition "The Gavel" won the first prize."

"Making love!"

Ji Li was originally solving equations on draft paper, but when he heard the title of the composition, the tip of his pen suddenly paused.

Zhu Yi was the last one in the class to win the prize. He came down from the stage holding the certificate, and Ye Ruhui, who was at the same table, praised him without hesitation: "The first prize is hidden."

"It's okay." The corner of Zhu Yi's mouth curled up, "It's just luck."

Although Prophet Mao did not require everyone to participate, he was obviously very pleased that the students in the class won the prize, and even his tone of voice was full of joy: "All the five works submitted by our class have won prizes, not bad. I won the prize last year." When the first-level group received the award, their faces were full of light."

Jian Mingyuan next to him let out a "huh", leaned over and asked, "Xueshen, didn't you also write a call for papers before? Why didn't you hand it in later?"

"Uh……"

"Ceremony?"

"Ah."

The other party expressed his affirmation, Jian Mingyuan didn't think much about it, but sighed a little regretfully: "Didn't you write half of that composition? If you hand it in, you will definitely win the prize. What's the name?"

Ji Li glanced at the front table, said nothing, and continued to solve the problem with his head down.

It's called "The Gavel".

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!