The rebirth group pets the little Fuwa

"Squad leader, have the programs of our class been selected?" Han Wenjie asked deliberately, as if he hadn't noticed their purpose at all.

The squad leader who asked was embarrassed, "Not yet."

Su Qinghe couldn't tell for a moment whether he was really careless or pretending.

"Not a single show?" Han Wenjie continued to ask.

"Not yet." The squad leader was forced to tell the truth.

Su Qinghe felt embarrassed for him. Seeing that Han Wenjie was still talking, He Annian hurriedly held him down.

Only then did Han Wenjie turn his attention, a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"This chicken leg is for you to eat, I can't eat it anymore." He Annian gave him the big chicken leg in the bowl.

"Don't you like eating this the most?" Han Wenjie felt something was wrong, "Are you not feeling well?"

He Annian really seemed to be knocking on his brain to see if something went wrong. A person who is usually so clever would be stupid no matter what.

"Eat quickly." He Annian couldn't bear to watch, so he held him down to prevent him from looking around.

Su Qinghe also swallowed the food in her mouth, looked at the monitor, thought for a while, "Come and find me after lunch break."

Seeing the expression on his face immediately turned cloudy, Su Qinghe had to remind him, "I can't guarantee it."

She is not really a god, and she ran out of ideas in the past few years. She thought they would have some good programs, but Su Qinghe didn't plan to intervene.

"It's okay, it's okay, we can always think of it when we brainstorm."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Han Wenjie who was being pushed to eat from the corner of his eye, and picked up the plate with some embarrassment, "I won't bother you to eat."

Seeing the person walking away, He Annian let go of his hand.

Han Wenjie finally realized, belatedly, why the squad leader sat here.

"I said that in the end, I still have to find Qinghe."

As he said that, Han Wenjie looked back in a strange way, but there was no sign of the squad leader at all, "Isn't he eating, why did he leave?"

"He's afraid that if he doesn't leave, he won't be able to eat this meal."

Song Zhijun had already finished his meal while they were talking just now.

"why?"

Now even Wang Chengxi couldn't help looking up at him, and kindly reminded him, "Let's accompany you to the hospital for a brain CT examination."

"You scolded me." Han Wenjie understood what he meant, and it was scolding him for being out of his mind.

After the lunch break, as soon as Su Qinghe returned to the classroom, she found a notebook and buried herself in writing.

Han Wenjie and the others knew what she was writing about, but they didn't know what program she was thinking of. They all wanted to go over to watch it, but they were afraid of disturbing her.

I had no choice but to poke my head and glance at it from time to time, moving cautiously.

There were people coming over from time to time, how could Su Qinghe not notice it.

After finishing the last word, Su Qinghe stopped writing and handed it to them, "Let's take a look."

Han Wenjie was the first to reach out to pick it up, but he was still not as quick as He Annian, who had prepared earlier, and saw a hand flash past his eyes.

"You boy." Han Wenjie was annoyed.

He Annian ignored him and looked down at what Su Qinghe had written.

Fearing that they would not understand, Su Qinghe also specially marked the notes below.

"What is this sand painting, drawing on sand?"

"That's almost what it means." Su Qinghe explained to them, but she wasn't sure if there was any equipment, so she wrote it at the end.

"Is it fun?" It was the first time for several people to hear that there was such a game, and it was very interesting.

In fact, Su Qinghe only played once, and it would be interesting to experience it once in a while, but she wasn't sure if anyone in the class knew how to do it.

She wrote five programs in total, and it was up to them to decide whether or not to choose, or which program to choose.

"I think this is okay." Song Zhijun pointed to the orchestra to play.

Su Qinghe nodded in agreement when she heard what she said. She also felt that this was easier to achieve, and everyone could participate.

However, "Is anyone in our class learning the flute?"

She didn't seem to remember anyone learning this. Most of the students in the class learned piano and violin. The string group was the easiest to find, but the others were a bit difficult.

"There are not so many people in our class." He Annian reminded them that the symphony orchestras they usually watch usually consist of 120 to [-] people, and there are even hundreds of people.

Su Qinghe originally thought that it would be enough to form a small symphony orchestra, but now it seems likely that there are not enough musicians, let alone the number of people.

"I think this shadow dance is okay." Han Wenjie is very interested in this shadow dance.

"We can do a melodrama where everyone can participate."

Several people were having a lively discussion, and they didn't notice at all that the squad leader who was two aisles away was anxious to look over, wishing to run over and watch with them.

"Give this to the monitor." Song Zhijun read it, and handed the paper to Han Wenjie bluntly.

The squad leader not far away seemed to hear his name, and walked towards them before Han Wenjie got up.

"Squad leader, see if you can." Su Qinghe has already written down all the programs she can think of, and the programs she has seen and remembered in her previous life.

"Thank you, Qinghe. I'll treat you to dinner after the school celebration is over." The squad leader smiled at her embarrassedly.

"No need, take a look first, and then decide after reading." Su Qinghe didn't think it was a big deal.

"Don't worry, I'll take a good look at it." The squad leader seemed to have misunderstood her words.

Su Qinghe watched the person go back cheerfully holding a piece of paper, and held back the words that came to her lips. She had already completed her task, and he could worry about the rest.

After that, Su Qinghe didn't care which one they chose.

On the other side, the class leader and several class cadres couldn't wait to gather together to watch the program list written by Su Qinghe, nodding while watching.

"I want to know what books Su Qinghe usually reads and why she has so many thoughts."

After reading it, one can't help but sigh.

Why can't they think of this, especially the orchestra, obviously they can also play musical instruments, but they just can't think of it.

"I heard from them that there is a big study in Su Qinghe's house." Another person whispered what he knew.

The protagonist under discussion passed by them silently, and the few people who were talking excitedly didn't realize that the person involved was beside them.

I do not know how.Su Qinghe couldn't help thinking about whether she had a big study.

Her study room shouldn't be too big, because there are studios, piano rooms, dance rooms and various classes for classes, Su Qinghe's study room is really not too big.

It is very likely that it is not as big as the study room here, and there are even fewer books. Most of the books that Su Qinghe read since she was a child are the books in her grandfather's study room. The books in her own study room are not even full of books, and more than half of them are empty. .

She didn't think it looked good when it was empty, so she put a lot of trinkets accumulated over the years on the bookshelf, or handicrafts she brought when she went out to play, and put them on it as decorations.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Zhijun heard her sigh suddenly, didn't she go to the bathroom, and sighed in a good way.

Su Qinghe sighed, pretending to be profound, "That's how rumors spread sometimes."

"What happened?" Song Zhijun thought she heard something when she went to the toilet.

"I didn't even know I had a big study." Su Qinghe said helplessly with her face propped up.

Su Qinghe didn't hear her friend's reply for a long time. Su Qinghe looked at her, and found that she was suppressing a smile. Su Qinghe realized the clue, "You all know about this?"

Song Zhijun held back his smile, "I thought you knew it a long time ago, but you only know it now."

"You haven't told me." Su Qinghe didn't even know how this rumor came out.

Except for a few of them, no one else in the class has been to her house.

Could it be, Su Qinghe looked at her.

"It's not me." Song Zhijun caught her gaze and quickly waved his hands in case she misunderstood, pointing to Han Wenjie in the back seat, "He said it."

As soon as Han Wenjie turned his head, he found two pairs of eyes staring at him in unison, a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that they were silent, they subconsciously touched their faces, then looked down at their clothes, "Is there something dirty on me?"

Su Qinghe didn't want to talk.

Song Zhijun told him that Su Qinghe knew about the rumor.

"Well," Han Wenjie thought she must not know after such a long time, and quickly proved his innocence, "That's not what I said, it's because those people deliberately misinterpreted my meaning."

Su Qinghe snorted coldly and remained silent.

Seeing that her expression didn't seem really angry, Han Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief, "You must be the first in the exam every time because you don't understand ordinary people like us. If other people know that you don't need to work hard to pass the exam so well, How out of balance."

"Don't let everyone have a little motivation, knowing that geniuses don't need to do nothing." In fact, they are secretly working hard.

Su Qinghe threatened him, "Next time."

"No, no more." Han Wenjie hurriedly begged for mercy.

In my heart, I scolded the person who spread the rumors to death. He just said something and went to her study at the beginning. Who would have thought that it would be spread like this.

Su Qinghe also knew in her heart that what he said was definitely not the case, so she didn't embarrass him anymore.

On the other side, several people debated for a long time around several programs without making a decision.

"Why don't we organize a poll this afternoon to see which one everyone prefers."

"I think it's okay. Anyway, everyone is performing together, so it's better to let everyone participate together." Others echoed.

That's all for now.

"What is this for?" Su Qinghe saw that someone had closed the front and back doors, and even pulled up the window curtains, not knowing what happened.

Not only was she confused, but the others below didn't know what to do either.

"What happened to the monitor?"

"Is it the end?"

"Is there anything good you want to tell us?"

Su Qinghe heard the squad leader turn around and write a few words on the blackboard.

"These two programs are currently selected by our class. Let's discuss it with everyone now. Remember not to spread this conversation." The last sentence was emphasized repeatedly.

Su Qinghe finally understood why she had to draw the curtains, because she was afraid that other classes would steal her lessons, right?

"For the orchestra, our class alone may not be enough." He knows the situation of the students in the class fairly well, and there are some musical instruments that no one in his class knows.

"Maybe at that time we need to cooperate with students from other classes." This is the result of the class leader's final discussion.

However, considering that some students are not able to perform on stage with their musical instruments, there is another program, "For the shadow dance, I think we can rehearse a few short sitcoms."

Su Qinghe didn't expect this. She ignored that some students were only half-level. She didn't expect the monitor to think so clearly.

"Which musicians are needed for the orchestra performance, I will print a piece of paper later, everyone can go and see if there are any musicians you are good at, and decide the program you want to participate in before tomorrow."

He also has to discuss it with the head teacher. It is better for the head teacher to come forward for matters involving other classes.

As soon as the squad leader finished speaking, everyone in the audience was excited, and they began to discuss with their good friends which program would be better to apply for.

Su Qinghe thought she had no talent for acting, so it was better not to make a fool of herself on stage, but to play the piano honestly.

"Let's go eat." Song Zhijun got up.

They have classes tonight and have dinner at school.

The door of the classroom was still closed, everyone was immersed in the program selection, and no one noticed the movement here.

"Bang—" There was a loud bang at the door.

Su Qinghe was taken aback, she opened the door and saw a person fall in unexpectedly. Fortunately, she dodged quickly, otherwise the two of them fell together.

"What are you squatting here for?" Han Wenjie recognized him as a classmate in the class next to them, but why did he lie at their door so well.

"Are you okay?" Su Qinghe saw her covering her head, a little afraid that she would hurt someone.

"There are still a group of people outside." He Annian stood at the door and caught a group of people who had no time to react.

"Are you here to eavesdrop?"

"You big men still listen to the corner."

"Fortunately, the squad leader had the foresight to erase the words on the blackboard."

Su Qinghe followed the man's words, looked up at the blackboard, and found that it was true.

"Aren't we here to care about you?" The people in the next class simply said shamelessly.

"You should take care of yourself first, have you decided on the program for the school celebration?"

"We are all classmates, everyone should help each other." Unexpectedly, the man had a thicker skin.

"Are you okay? Can you get up? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Su Qinghe was a little scared when he saw that the man who had fallen was still not getting up.

As soon as the man looked up, he found that Su Qinghe was so close to him, and his face turned red. He couldn't react because of the fall, but now he was even more nervous.

Just when Su Qinghe thought something was wrong with someone falling and wanted to call Han Wenjie and the others to help him to the hospital, he saw the man suddenly get up.

"No, it's okay, I'm fine." He stammered nervously.

"How about I take you to the hospital to have a look."

Su Qinghe frowned, he really didn't seem to be okay, especially the red and swollen bump on his head.

"It's okay, I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital." Hearing the hospital, the man quickly waved his hand, subconsciously touched the swollen place, "Hiss, I, I'm fine."

Before Su Qinghe could speak again, he saw the man limping away, as if he was afraid that Su Qinghe would send him to the hospital.

"It's okay, he should be swollen from the fall, and he will be fine in a few days."

Song Zhijun saw that she was worried and comforted her. She had been training with her family in the military camp all year round, and it was hard not to be injured. The person just now had a minor injury, nothing serious.

Hearing her words, Su Qinghe was finally relieved.