At that ti, the program list in Tan Wenbin's hand was the class poetry recitation: "Ah, my Haihe, the cradle of my growth!"
There was no choice, as the daily chores of the class were all done by the secretary, and Fatty Wu always took good care of himself, so as the hands-off class monitor, he had to step up at critical monts.
Therefore, Tan Wenbin could only resort to his last trick—sending out Lin Shuyou.
Having an official perform was not suitable, because it's just one person, and the stage effect wouldn't be good.
Couldn't let Lin Shuyou stand on stage and perform a child possession in front of the guests, right?
However, Tan Wenbin had an idea, he let Lin Shuyou perform a lion dance.
Rent a set of lion costus, no need for a partner, just dance by himself, and put so tables and chairs on stage to play plum blossom stakes.
Lin Shuyou had been exposed to lion dancing back in his hotown, though he hadn't formally learned it, his physical skills were good.
During the selection at the institute, as soon as he started, he conquered the school leaders, overshadowing other performances.
In the end, he was selected as the school's recomnded program.
"Oh, you already have them." Professor Zhu prepared to take back the two tickets.
"But I have friends who want to go too, I'm worrying about that." Li Zhiyuan took the two tickets, "Thank you, Professor Zhu."
Leaving the classroom, Li Zhiyuan walked to the living area with his backpack.
Entered the affordable store.
It was between the two morning classes, so there weren't many custors in the store.
Run Sheng stood at the counter, trying on clothes one by one at Yin ng's request.
Alii had designed an outdoor outfit for everyone, which was Run Sheng's best set of clothes.
He usually liked wearing vests, with many old clothes that he brought from his hotown in Nantong, reluctant to throw them away.
Initially influenced by Aunt Liu, then becoming close friends with Zheng Jiayi, and often going shopping together, Yin ng's clothing style gradually changed.
With the intention of dragging Run Sheng along to improve, Yin ng forcibly took Run Sheng shopping.
At Grandmaster's house, Run Sheng wouldn't complain even if he worked a whole day like a mule.
After that shopping trip, Run Sheng was exhausted, mostly ntally.
Trying on one by one, haggling one by one, and after trying and haggling, likely not buying, and then checking out the next store.
anwhile, he had to cooperate with Yin ng's requirents, like not just nodding and saying "good good good" when trying on a fitting piece; first find so flaws.
So, when Yin ng wanted to take Run Sheng shopping for clothes again, Run Sheng shook his head like a rattle, refusing to go.
Yin ng had no choice but to go with Zheng Jiayi, buy clothes according to Run Sheng's size, talk to the boss, take them back, and return what's unsuitable.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, Xue Liangliang called earlier." Yin ng said while tugging at Run Sheng's clothes to signal him to turn, "He said he'd return to campus in a couple of days, Mr. Luo has a project."
"Did he just call?"
"Yes."
Li Zhiyuan walked up to the phone, pressed a few buttons, and checked the earlier incoming calls.
Sure enough, the number's prefix was from Nantong.
Li Zhiyuan handed them two tickets, ignoring Run Sheng's pleading look, and walked out of the store.
Arriving at Liu Yui's house, Alii was in the study drawing.
The painting was taking shape; a group of unntionables were bowing in worship, but the teenager and the statue behind them were not yet painted.
After hearing about the Fourth Wave, Alii directly chose this scene.
Upon entering, Li Zhiyuan put down his brush and sat down next to the guqin, beside the stool where Alii was playing.
Even when the boy wasn't around, painting could go on, but learning the guqin couldn't.
The girl played a segnt with one hand first, then the boy mimicked her, and they continued this way repeatedly.
This thod of teaching could literally be described as simple doodling.
Yet considering the learner's intelligence, it was the simplest and most efficient thod.
Especially since Li Zhiyuan already had so musical theory foundation.
Aunt Liu brought two plates of fruit, placed one between the two of them, and held the other in her hand, leaning against the study door, eating with a toothpick while watching and listening.
Compared to a year or so ago at Li Sanjiang's house, the two kids had noticeably grown.
Back then, when they were together, they were the perfect golden boy and jade girl, now that term no longer fits.
The girl's heroic spirit was showing, and the boy's steady gaze was also evident.
Though still young, looking at them now, you could envision how they would appear sitting together ten or twenty years from now.
For Aunt Liu, it was a realistic version plus a fantasy version, making the fruit on the plate even tastier.
Thus, one taught and the other learned, as ti slowly passed.
Aunt Liu finished eating.
She went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, and as lunch was almost ready, she heard a complete lody from the study.
She went over to call them for lunch, seeing the boy and girl combining hands to play a duet.
This made Aunt Liu sigh internally; back in the day, the old lady always remarked to her and Qin Li: never seen anyone as dim-witted as the two of you.
Back then, she was quite indignant, but looking at them now, at the sa age, she and Qin Li were like silly kids playing mud at the village entrance.
The old lady ca downstairs at that mont too, sat quietly by the dining table to listen attentively.
Aunt Liu ca over to set the table, then leaned down and whispered in the old lady's ear: "Our own kids really can't compare to these biological ones."
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