peach mist bubbles

"Su Tao, remember what I said?"

Li Shaoxian spoke dryly, but when he looked up, he saw Su Tao staring out the window in a daze, so he couldn't help raising his volume.

Su Tao came back to his senses, restrained his stunned emotions, and responded with a low eyebrow: "Remember, class activities will be organized for the centennial celebration next week. On Friday night, classes will be randomly selected to perform, and many from Yuncheng will be invited Visits by well-known figures will even be conducted live, so only success is not allowed.”

His displeased expression eased, and he praised with relief: "Just remember, today is Monday, and there is still nearly half a month to organize. You and a few class leaders can discuss the program together."

"it is good."

When Su Tao left the office, his thoughts suddenly drifted away.

She has been absent-minded since she came to school this morning, and she can still faintly smell the sweet-scented osmanthus branches she folded and put in the pocket of her coat.

Su Tao clearly remembered the break time after finishing the questions yesterday afternoon. She just casually saw the video of osmanthus blooming, and she inadvertently sighed: "There is no osmanthus in school, and I really want to smell it."

Sitting opposite her, Chen Weimo was still copying the questions bitterly, and responded to her while sighing: "The climate in Yuncheng is too cold and dry, so it's not suitable for sweet-scented osmanthus to bloom. There probably isn't a place to plant them."

Su Tao sighed in disappointment: "That's true."

Fu Shiqi did not participate in their conversation, but just read a book quietly.

Su Tao's words were unintentional at first, but when he saw the sweet-scented osmanthus branch in the drawer, his heart was overwhelmed with surprise several times.

Even if she didn't leave anything related to identity information, she could be sure that it was Fu Shiqi's handwriting.

Thinking of Chen Weimo's words, Su Tao frowned in confusion.

If there were no sweet-scented osmanthus in Yuncheng, where would he pick them?
She wanted to find an opportunity to thank Fu Shiqi, but as soon as she stepped into the classroom, Yu Yizhou greeted her.

"Su Tao, I have already set up a meeting time with other class committee members for you to discuss the school celebration activities."

He smiled with confidence in his victory, thinking that Su Tao would be moved by his thoughtful preparation.

Su Tao's gaze subconsciously drifted to the corner, but there was no one in the seat. She withdrew her gaze and responded perfunctorily, "What time?"

Yu Yizhou's smile stiffened slightly, but he still answered truthfully: "Today at 05:30 pm, there is exactly half an hour for dinner."

She just remembered to praise him for acting, and she smiled skillfully: "Okay, thank you for helping me organize."

"I'm also a class committee member. I'm very happy to relieve your burden."

In her previous life, Su Tao liked to see him smile at her, especially when he showed kindness to her. She would think that her long-term dedication was finally rewarded.

But now she is very clear that Yu Yizhou is just using her to play tricks, and both of them are acting insincerely.

Back at his seat, Chen Weimo was drawing on the draft paper.

After being educated by Fu Shiqi, she no longer dared to doodle on her homework.

Su Tao took a closer look, and Chen Weimo drew a comic character impromptu. "Seeing how lifelike your paintings are, I suddenly had a good idea."

Chen Weimo focused on what was in front of her eyes without raising her head, "What are you thinking?"

"Let you become famous at the school celebration party." Su Tao has already begun to look forward to the future for her, half joking, "You draw a picture on the stage, and let the judges below watch it. Once you are attracted to it, future painters will be cultivated." Resources must be given soft hands.”

Chen Wei stopped painting at the end, and looked at her expectantly: "Then what do you think is suitable for me to draw?"

"A Picture of Rising the River during the Qingming Festival."

Chen Weimo snorted coldly, lowered his head and continued to draw, "I knew you were teasing me."

Su Tao leaned on her shoulder as if coaxing her, and rubbed her chin, "You usually swim on the front line of surfing, I'm here to ask if you have any suitable program recommendations for school celebrations."

She got a bargain and couldn't help showing off her good manners, "There is a fee for consulting me, a surfer."

Su Tao has always pampered her, and followed her words to reward her: "Three days of yellow peach ice cream?"

Chen Weimo pouted to express dissatisfaction: "It's only been three days?"

"If you are selected, it will be added to half a month."

"make a deal!"

At 05:30 in the afternoon, half an hour before the evening self-study, there are only a few students who are keen on learning in the classroom and are immersed in the questions.

In order to create a quiet learning atmosphere for them, Su Tao proposed to go to the rooftop for a meeting.

At the roof entrance, which has been abandoned all year round, the lock is unexpectedly free of rust, as if it has been deliberately cleaned.

Even the rooftop, which should have been overgrown with weeds, was clean except for a few stone benches and stone tables.

"It seems that some people come here often," Luo Xiaoying looked around, "It's not a dating place for young couples, it would be embarrassing if we come here and bump into something."

Su Tao ignored her faultfinding, wiped the stone table and stool, and put down the notebook.

"All sit down."

Seeing that the others were already seated, Luo Xiaoying, who was ignored, could only silently roll her eyes and sit down.

"Each of you has any opinions or suggestions that you can raise. I will record them and make a unified vote at the end."

Sitting next to Su Tao was Yu Yizhou, and no one else dared to take the seat next to her.

So he actively stated: "I think it is best for every student to participate."

Su Tao already guessed what he wanted to say, but still asked face-saving: "So what is your specific idea?"

Yu Yizhou smiled confidently, "Chorus, choose a song that fits the theme. It not only has a moral, but also makes every student feel involved."

Su Tao memorized it and wrote down the chorus after Yu Yizhou's name.

She looked at the next person, "What does sports committee member Chuck think?"

"I think it's better to have some programs with a relaxed atmosphere, such as sketches, for events like school celebrations."

Su Tao nodded, "Good idea, next one."

When it was Luo Xiaoying's turn, she proudly raised her chin, "I recommend myself to play the piano, and I just got the tenth grade certificate the day before yesterday!"

As soon as the words fell, she felt the different gazes of other people, and she bowed her body in embarrassment.

"What... what's wrong?"

Chuck said with a sullen face: "Luo Xiaoying, the school celebration is not only watched by the teachers and students of the school, but also many well-known figures in Yuncheng were invited. We should let them see the diversity of the development of Beichuan students, not your personal show."

Su Tao resisted the urge to laugh out loud, and sang a white face: "Student Luo Xiaoying's personal talent is indeed excellent, but Chuck is right, solo performance is not a good choice."

"Then what do you think?" Although Luo Xiaoying was embarrassed, she immediately pointed the finger at Su Tao, "You just write it down and don't contribute yourself?"

Yes, there are, but Chen Weimo's suggestion can only be for entertainment, if it is put on the table... it would be embarrassing.

Chuck encouraged: "It's okay monitor, it's just a suggestion, it's better than nothing!"

Su Tao's eyebrows twitched, "Dance for two."