My iceberg smiled

Chapter 703 I Think They Are Arguing

Regarding the performance, it was decided unilaterally by the head teacher.

So after class, many people gathered around and asked Shen Zhen.

"You really know how to play the piano? Why didn't you say that before?"

"As expected of the squad leader, morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor, all-round development!"

"Student Shen, you have really helped us a lot. If there is no show of yours, the head teacher will definitely arrest me to perform next. Thank you!"

"If Shen Zhen were to perform on stage this time, the girls in other classes would probably faint? After all, she has both good looks and talent, haha!"

"That's right, that guy in the next class two days ago wanted me to bring you a love letter."

Everyone was chattering, and Shen Zhen, who was sitting on the seat and writing a math problem, couldn't help but grasp the pen.

Tao Huan, Shen Zhen's deskmate, had a keen glimpse of this scene.

As a deskmate, Tao Huan knew Shen Zhen's character and little habits best, after all, he had been at the same desk for a semester.

Seeing that the other party was about to break the pen in his hand, Tao Huan sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Standing up silently, he pointed to everyone: "Look, the dean is at the door."

For a while, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

After everyone returned to their seats and realized that they had been tricked, they laughed and scolded: "Tao Huan, who are you scaring! Tch!"

Although they were tricked, everyone was not as interested in surrounding Shen Zhen as before.

Most of the students in Linhai No. [-] Middle School came in by their grades, and their grades were not bad.

The state of playing around after class will not be as exaggerated and serious as other colleges and universities.

There was just a commotion about the New Year's Day party program, and then they all returned to their seats and quietly started to review the content of the next class.

After everyone was quiet, Shen Zhen, who was sitting in her seat, slightly let go of the pen in her hand, and the paper she was pressing with her left hand was a little wrinkled.

He whispered to Tao Huan, "Thank you."

Tao Huan smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, I thought they were arguing."

He said this on the lips, but he knew in his heart: just now, his deskmate was almost on the verge of breaking out and couldn't be pulled back.

Tao Huan was just a little effort and didn't think too much about it.

What he cared more about was Shen Zhen's next show.

To be honest, even he, who was at the same table with Shen Zhen for a semester, didn't know that Shen Zhen could play the piano.

This person doesn't care about anything other than his own work and study.

Although he became the class monitor, he didn't seem to get too close to the classmates in the class, and still kept a safe distance that belonged to Shen Zhen.

This is Shen Zhen's style of acting.

Shen Zhen, who is not very close to anyone, has some personalities similar to Tao Huan.

Perhaps because of the advantage of being at the same table at the right time, place and people, Shen Zhen had the most conversations with Tao Huan in this class.

This "many" is limited to comparing with other students.In fact, it's still quite a few.Except for some necessary exchanges in learning, there is basically nothing else.

Shen Zhen would leave immediately after school every day, and there was a car to pick her up at the school gate, so no one knew where Shen Zhen lived.

But Tao Huan thought, if there is a car to pick him up after school, the conditions at home should not be too bad.

It wasn't until the class was about to start that Tao Huan pretended to be unconscious and asked, "Shen Zhen, do you still hate playing the piano? If you really don't want to perform, you can pretend to be sick and ask for leave."

(End of this chapter)