Grow up together

Chapter 33 The scene where you only belong to me in the crowd
The next day.

When Xu Cheng really came to this music training class, he realized that he must have come to the wrong place.

"It's almost called a children's enlightenment class."

In this so-called music training class, Xu Cheng is actually the oldest child, and he is surrounded by little kids in the first and second grades, who are still very naive, holding toys like Ultraman, Transformers, and Barbie dolls in their hands Running around, some even sat on their seats with tears in their eyes, crying "I want my mother."

The one at the same table as him was a girl about the age of a first grader. She kept turning her body sideways, staring at Xu Cheng with her bright eyes.

Seeing her feeling uncomfortable, Xu Cheng couldn't help asking, "Why do you keep looking at me? It's very rude."

"Why do you keep looking at me? It's very rude."

The girl asked back, her voice was as clear as a wind chime.

Xu Cheng frowned slightly, and took a careful look at the girl beside her. She looked quite cute.

She has a jet-black bun and wears a delicate black beret. Her skin is white and tender, her eyelashes are long and narrow, and she has a pair of shallow dimples when she smiles.

"It's you who look at me, that's why I look at you." Xu Cheng explained to her.

"You look at me, so I look at you."

The girl imitated him, even her tone of voice and expression were exactly the same as his just now, and now Xu Cheng finally came to his senses
Huh, boring kids learn to talk game.

But I haven't lost in this game yet!

After a few more words, Xu Cheng suddenly slapped the table with great conviction.

"Wrong, you still want to learn from me."

The girl's eyes widened in doubt, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she said in a childish voice, "No, there's nothing wrong with Quiet!"

Seeing Xu Cheng turning her head away with a smile, she covered her small mouth to realize something, and then poked Xu Cheng's belly with her hands full of resentment.

"It's not counting, big brother, bad guy, let's play another game!"

"Ouch." Xu Cheng's itchy flesh was poked by her, and he trembled all over, almost bouncing off his seat. He glared at the girl angrily.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." The girl pouted, with a cute and pitiful look, "I want to compete again, big brother badass."

"Just compare." Xu Cheng agreed without hesitation. He looked at the name of the book on the girl's table, "Shen Jiajing, you are not my opponent in ten rounds."

Shen Jiajing pouts her mouth pouting angrily, her eyes are firm, "You despicable big brother, I won't lose."

Xu Cheng glanced at her, "Then I'll start!"

Shen Jiajing nodded, "Let's begin."

"You lost again." Xu Cheng shrugged, feeling helpless.

"Huh? Has it already started?"

Shen Jiajing looked surprised, it was the first time she encountered such a tactic that did not talk about Wude.

In the small classroom, the teacher talked about some simple musical backgrounds on the stage, and tried to maintain the chaotic order during the period. Xu Cheng felt that he couldn't learn anything at all, and his arm was constantly poked by Shen Jiajing next to him. stamp.

She kept looking at Xu Cheng with a resentful expression, like a pissed off daughter-in-law, and kept muttering, "Bad brother, let's play again."

Xu Cheng couldn't bear the disturbance, "Well, let me say one more thing, if you can learn it, you will win, but if you can't learn it, you can't bother me anymore."

"Yeah."

Shen Jiajing confidently agreed, with waves in her eyes, like stars hanging in the sky.

Xu Cheng cleared his throat and said clearly, "44 dead persimmon trees."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shen Jiajing, "Simple, right?"

Shen Jiajing was full of confidence, dimples appeared on her face, "Who can't learn this? 44 four. Bah. Color. Snake."

Her eyes were anxious, her tongue seemed to be tied, but she couldn't speak, and her face was flushed with anxiety.

Xu Cheng crossed her arms with her arms across her chest, and her flat-tongue and warped-tongue sounds were something that a mere first-year girl could handle.

Sure enough, Shen Jiajing, who couldn't do it after trying for a long time, began to draw circles on the table autistically.

Halfway through the class, a female teacher in shredded pork came in. She was wearing some kind of strong-smelling perfume, which immediately filled the classroom.

Shen Jiajing, who was sitting next to Xu Cheng, suddenly became very anxious, frowning and looking at the front of the classroom.

"What's wrong with you?" Xu Cheng noticed her strangeness.

Shen Jiajing didn't speak, she stood up, tried to support the table with one hand, and covered her neck with the other hand, gasping for breath, her face was already slightly red.

"Student, please sit down." The female teacher on the podium said.

Shen Jiajing no longer had the strength to support herself, she lay down on the ground, gasping for breath with her mouth open, her expression looked very uncomfortable.

Such a big movement immediately attracted the attention of the whole classroom, all the children looked over, and the female teacher rushed over anxiously.

"What's the matter? What happened to her?"

The so-called female teacher is actually a female college student. She is completely panicked at this moment and doesn't know how to deal with it.

Xu Cheng immediately realized something, and he quickly looked around.

"perfume!"

"Teacher, get out of here quickly, the perfume on your body made her suffer from asthma!"

The female teacher agreed ignorantly, stepped back in a panic, went to the door of the classroom, and asked Xu Cheng anxiously, "Student, do you need to give her artificial respiration?"

"Artificial respiration will kill her!" Xu Cheng's forehead was also sweating nervously, "Hurry up and call 120 for an ambulance!"

"Oh oh."

A few more female teachers rushed into the classroom. Xu Cheng didn't know if they also smelled of perfume, so he didn't let them come.

"You guys open all the windows and get all out, she needs room to breathe!"

In this era when first aid knowledge was not popularized at all, every word Xu Cheng, a 10-year-old boy, said at this moment, was a golden rule in the ears of these young female teachers.

Xu Cheng helped Shen Jiajing to sit up, let her hug the bench, and leaned forward slightly.

"Do you have any medicine? Shen Jiajing, have you brought any medicine?"

Xu Cheng had a roommate who suffered from asthma when he was in college, so he knew that asthma patients usually carried spray on them.

Shen Jiajing's distressed tears flowed down her face, and her fair little face began to turn slightly purple, she tried her best to nod her head.

Xu Cheng touched her pocket, opened her pink schoolbag, and finally found a can of spray, shook it for her and handed it to her.

The ambulance came relatively quickly, and a doctor took Shen Jiajing away, so Xu Cheng didn't have anything to do.

After such an incident, he was no longer interested in attending any training classes, so he simply slipped out with his schoolbag on his back while the teacher wasn't looking.

"Who used to fight bow and arrow in the temple of priests?"

"I like the scene where you only belong to me in the crowd"

Turning a corner on the side of the street, Xu Cheng found out that the training class was located in the city center, and the shops on the side of the street were playing "Love After AD" very trendy, and looking up to the left, it was Xu Cheng's familiar That modern building - Xinhua Bookstore.

Occasionally, he would think of the sweet potato girl that summer. After that, he had been to Xinhua Bookstore countless times, but he never saw it again. It was like a childhood that gradually disappeared.

Looking in front of the familiar floor-to-ceiling window, Xu Cheng's pupils shrank slightly.

It was still the familiar sweet potato stall, with the same fireworks, but the lonely girl in front of the stall surprised Xu Cheng.

it's her
　Arrived though late.
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(End of this chapter)