Fang Chen arrived halfway through. He was embarrassed to show that he was too concerned, but he also felt that since he had a conflict with Sheng Jiayu before, someone had to give in.

Anyway, it was just an ordinary quarrel between them, and he felt more and more that he was in the wrong as he got so angry.
What was there for him to be dissatisfied with? After all, it was Sheng Jiayu's own business and her own choice.
Sheng Jiayu has balanced his life very well, and he will find opportunities to catch up if he falls behind temporarily.

He has never been the kind of person who would become complacent and elated because of a little bit of surpassing others. The reason he thought of Sheng Jiayu like this was just because he briefly touched his tail but felt ashamed and angry when he knew that he could not truly surpass the other person.

"I just wanted to say congratulations to you. It's my fault that I didn't treat you very well before. I'm sorry." Fang Chen stood up a little straighter and took two steps towards Sheng Jiayu.

Sheng Jiayu didn't say anything mean to him. Instead, she asked, contrary to her usual attitude, "Do you want to fight?"

He did not take part in the midterm exam in his sophomore year. Many people were waiting to compete with him in this exam. Fang Chen would probably feel a little regretful because he did not have this opportunity.
Fang Chen was so concerned about his fighting skills before, he must be looking for an opportunity to try it again.

Sheng Jiayu has had good results in her recent sparring with Luo Zheng, and she is quite confident in herself.

But Fang Chen shook his head, "No, let's wait until the end of the semester."

The final exams weren't far away, just two months, and he could afford to wait.
By the end of the semester, Sheng Jiayu will be even stronger and more outstanding. Fang Chen hopes to always compete with the more powerful Sheng Jiayu.

It doesn't make any sense to compete with Sheng Jiayu again now, whether I win or lose. The exam will not change because of their private results. Instead of competing, it is better to wait until everyone is in the best condition and then have a real contest.

Sheng Jiayu was very happy that Fang Chen could let go of the matter, so she accepted his declaration of war.

Life returned to its busy routine and two months passed in a flash, but what came before the final exams was the annual year-end party.

In the interstellar era, the alternation of the Gregorian calendar marks the node for bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. As the year draws to a close, even the military academy is tinged with different colors.
Colorful neon lights were hung above the star city of Allenville, which was covered in white, and the student union began to get busy preparing for the party.

Like the graduation party, the school’s official year-end summary and award ceremony is held during the day, leaving the students with their own carnival time at night.
Compared to the sadness of farewell at a graduation party, the year-end party is more free and joyful.

But this joy has nothing to do with the joy of previous years.
They are just a bunch of idiots whose minds are only on fighting. If you ask them to perform some kind of show, they can only perform two sets of military boxing.

Although a student union president once suggested that Lu Zhe go up and stand for two minutes to warm up the atmosphere, he was ruthlessly rejected by the person concerned.
At the end of the year, the wealthy families in Star City all have their own things to do. Lu Zhe is not present at the annual parties, and the few people he often hangs out with also take advantage of the relaxed curfew at the end of the year to go home and take care of things.

The social circles of the second-generation rich always make people feel incredible. Having lost his reputation, the student union president had to resentfully rearrange other things to liven up the atmosphere that belongs to the students.

But this year is different. In the student union office, the president slammed the table and shouted passionately: "Friends! Times have changed! This year we have a presence!"

So when the year-end party was a week away, the entire class held a grade meeting, saying that the student union had forced them to come up with a program this year. "They said that if they couldn't come up with one, they would send Sheng Jiayu to the stage for two minutes to warm up the crowd."

At that time, Sheng Jiayu was complaining to Lu Zhe about why such a meeting was suddenly held, and saw Lu Zhe's words on the screen: Originally they wanted me to stand on the stage for a few minutes to warm up the atmosphere.

It was exactly the same as what the junior class monitor who was presiding over the meeting said on the stage.

The students sat in the auditorium according to their grade, and Lu Zhe's seat was a little further back than theirs.
After reading the conversation, Sheng Jiayu turned around to look for Lu Zhe.
Lu Zhe also heard the suggestion of the squad leader in front of him. After meeting his gaze, he couldn't help but smile and mouthed to him: "Turn around, the squad leader is looking for you."

Sheng Jiayu immediately sat down, relying on her small stature to hide herself among the crowd, and angrily typed to Lu Zhe: Why! How did you reject it?

Lu Zhe replied: I will not be here at the end of the year because I have to attend the company's annual meeting.
Pikachu: ...

Damn capitalism!
Although his family also owns a factory, he usually doesn't take care of things. It doesn't seem very tenable for him to find an excuse to run back to Ansar Star City.

But hiding is useless. As a member of the student union, the monitor of a certain class in the third year of college has to risk his life to get one person to perform on stage, otherwise where will his face be! How can the party be so popular!
It’s the same shows every year, and students have long been tired of them. Of course, it’s better to watch more handsome men and beautiful women.

The monitor used his eye advantage to accurately pull Sheng Jiayu out of the crowd: "Good junior, tell me if you have any talents."

He spoke in the tone of a bad uncle who kidnapped a child, which made Sheng Jiayu feel sick for a while: "This... do I have it, or don't I?"

"It's okay if you don't have it. If you don't know how, I can tell them to give you the hosting position, how about that?" The monitor of the junior class tried hard to open his small eyes, in an attempt to arouse Sheng Jiayu's sympathy.

Sheng Jiayu really didn't have any other excuses to say that she didn't want to go on stage, but instead of hosting the entire show, she might as well just do a three-minute show: "Then I'll still do it..."

He was really not good at refusing such things. After all, the other party had no ill intentions. Everyone wanted him to go on stage because they liked him.
Yishi had been feeling depressed at the party for many years, and everyone was waiting for a savior to come and save Yishi's reputation. Such a generous invitation was really hard to refuse.

It's only less than a week, and it's a bit rushed to ask him to perform something now.

In this life, he focused on physical training in order to pass the entrance examination, and he really didn't develop any other interests. In his previous life, due to physical reasons, he couldn't explore many hobbies. The most he could do was paint and play the piano. But with the development of the times, most of the musical instruments of his era have been lost. Only keyboard instruments can still be seen that have some traces of the piano, but he plays the piano very badly.

During the break at the training ground, he was still worrying about what role to play. He squatted aside with confusion written all over his face.

Lu Zhe sat next to him and handed him some water. "Why, haven't you decided what to perform yet? If you don't want to act, just refuse. Anyway, Yishi has been embarrassed for more than a year or two."

"Not really." He was not against performing. On the contrary, he actually enjoyed the feeling of standing on the stage. There were very few people who could play with him in his previous life. The feeling of being the center of attention during performance would make him feel like he was making up for it, and he would not be the one left behind by the whole world.
Although he doesn't need this kind of compensatory mentality to fill the gap in his heart now, he still doesn't hate it, "I just simply don't know what role to play. It seems that it's not easy to find the things I know."

Although many musical instruments have been lost, they are not completely extinct; they are just difficult to find.
He gave up thinking about traditional Chinese instruments. He hadn't practiced them for many years, and his current level was about the same as his embarrassing piano. After much thought, he could only find some wind music.

"What musical instrument are you looking for that is so hard to find?" Lu Zhe asked.

"Clarinet." Sheng Jiayu said that this was the ancient musical instrument he could think of, the easiest to find in existence, and the one he was most familiar with.

In his previous life, he had a poor health, and could not play many string instruments that required physical strength, but he was okay with wind instruments. Although his body was broken, his lung capacity was surprisingly large.

But even so, this was still a bit surprising for a pure interstellar person: "You can do this too?" "I know a little bit. I haven't practiced it for a long time, but it's better than playing the piano." Basically, anyone who learns a musical instrument can play two pianos, but his piano skills are so bad that he doesn't even have a trace of emotion.

Originally, he wanted to make do with some keyboard music, but when he saw his senior sister’s social media update showing her practicing a piece for a party performance with a friend and playing an organ-like instrument, Sheng Jiayu completely gave up the idea.

Are you kidding? He doesn't want to embarrass himself by playing the piano.

"Well... I do have one at home. I'll ask someone to send one to you this afternoon so you can practice first. But the tone of that one is not very good. On the day of your performance, I'll bring you a better one." The Lu family is wealthy and powerful. Although they are not involved in this industry, they always have connections that can get you things.

It may be hard to find, but that is only for ordinary people.

Sheng Jiayu didn't expect Lu Zhe to be so proactive in helping him. After all, this was just a small matter. It didn't matter if he couldn't find it. At most, he could go up and play the piano for himself. No one had any expectations for Yishi to put on any exciting show.
Lu Zhe's help to him made him feel a little embarrassed.

"No need for anything troublesome, just make do with the ordinary ones."

"No trouble. We've already started the show, so we can't let the hardware lag behind." Lu Zhe raised his hand to ruffle his hair again, messing up the bunny's curls. "But I might be very busy that day. Please tell the student union to schedule your show a little later. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it back in time."

Lu Zhe's absence from the party was not intentional, he had to be present at the company's annual meeting at the end of the year, this was the standard set by Mr. Lu. For a family like him to join the army was really unorthodox, so he had to balance the relationship between his family business and his hobbies.

But when Sheng Jiayu heard these words, they took on a different meaning.

He originally thought that Lu Zhe would just ask someone to send it to him, but did he mean that he would come to watch his show?

This thought flashed through Sheng Jiayu's mind, and was gradually obscured by the busy training.

Lu Zhe said he would send him a clarinet in the afternoon, and he did not delay for a moment.
The moment he saw the clarinet, Sheng Jiayu couldn't help but be amazed at the rich man's eyes. This clarinet was already very good. How good would the one he was going to replace it for himself be?

Besides, from what Lu Zhe said, he doesn't know how to play a musical instrument, so how does he know the quality of the clarinet?
Sheng Jiayu didn't think about it carefully. No matter how much it was, it was the Lu family's business and not something he should interfere in.
I had no choice but to get the instrument and then ask the student union to borrow a soundproof practice room to get a feel for it.

There were only a few days left, so Sheng Jiayu didn't choose any too difficult songs. She just picked a piece of music with moderate difficulty that she could find on the Internet and just made do with it.

After practicing for a few days, luckily he still had some impression of what he had learned after a long time. He practiced the song until he was familiar with it before the rehearsal, so it was not embarrassing.

But they didn't have too many illusions about his show. When they heard that he really performed well, the student council president and the monitor of the junior class wanted to kneel down and cry to him, "Well, our school's party is finally saved!"

Unlike graduation parties, many people don't like to watch the year-end party because there is a lack of hot handsome men and beautiful women. The most popular people in the school in previous years are unwilling to go on stage, so most people are not interested.
With Sheng Jiayu this year, there is finally a different touch. What's more, Little Bunny's program is really good. Although many people don't have the artistic cells to appreciate instrumental solos, and they are not as eye-catching as passionate songs and dances, she is good-looking!
Sheng Jiayu is now considered a celebrity on campus, with many people admiring him and some looking forward to seeing him make a fool of himself. This is the first time he has stepped out of a laboratory and appeared in front of everyone. Although it is not a presentation related to his major, it is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Even he himself was a little nervous.

However, before the party, they also have to hold an end-of-year meeting to summarize this year's study and work, as well as the requirements and arrangements for the next year.

There will be a league next year, and the school will definitely give a lecture.
Most of the students had no energy for this kind of formality assembly. They began to feel drowsy as soon as they entered the auditorium. They were all waiting to watch the performance in the evening. Who had the time to listen to this?

The instructor from the Academic Affairs Office patted the microphone on the podium, looked at this group of disappointing students, and coughed loudly. The cooperative mixing console made the microphone explode, and the sound of electricity resounded throughout the auditorium, waking up everyone, whether they were sleepy or not.

After receiving the students' gazes, the instructor from the Academic Affairs Office cleared his throat and said, "For this year's conference, let's not talk about other things. We have something to announce. Please welcome the chief instructor of the First Practical Academy, Hu Zhong, to make the announcement."

Having said that, he stepped back.
Hu Zhong straightened his uniform, stood in the center of everyone's attention, and said, "Next, we have to announce the most critical thing for the First Military University next year. That is, this year's winter vacation will be postponed. After the final exams, we will hold a military exercise for the entire school. From freshman to senior year, all students must participate. No absences are allowed. The grades will not be bound to the credit points, but the top 200 students will not have a winter vacation and will participate in unified special training."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a lot of discussion in the audience. No one was quite clear about what this special training meant, and why the entire school had to practice together. Although this freshman class had learned fighting skills in advance, they were just freshmen, and there were still many students who had not yet awakened. How could they compare?
Even Fu Mingcheng, the class monitor, had never heard of such a thing. Everyone in Class C was asking him, but he had no connections, so he could only ask Sheng Jiayu if he had heard any rumors.

Sheng Jiayu was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly remembered that Lu Zhe seemed to have vaguely mentioned something like next year's league before, which gave him a vague guess, "Wait for me to ask."

Lu Zhe has left the school now, and I don’t know when the other party will see the message I send to him.

He sent what Hu Zhong said to Lu Zhe and asked: Are you going to select people for training to participate in the league?
Not long after, Lu Zhe replied: Yes, we will select talented students for intensive training. But don't worry, just play around, even if you don't get a rank, it will still count. You have been selected by me.

Sheng Jiayu showed the chat history to Fu Mingcheng, who was shocked: "Does this mean that if I get 200th place, I can go with you to drive a mecha?"

"That should be the case." Sheng Jiayu said vaguely. It seemed that the school was really short of people and even resorted to such means.

His subordinates sent a few messages to Lu Zhe, and they replied very quickly. He couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you busy? Why are you replying so quickly?"

Lu Zhe: At the banquet, I lied that I was drunk and took a break.

Sheng Jiayu couldn't help but smile when she saw it.
Even Lu Zhe has things he doesn't want to deal with.

He teased Lu Zhe and asked him: Do I have a chance to fight with you this time?

Lu Zhe replied: Yes, but it depends on whether I can be picked.

Sheng Jiayu thought for a while: You will never lose to others, so why don’t we meet in the finals.

This time Lu Zhe did not reply immediately, so Sheng Jiayu had to listen to what Hu Zhong was saying. After a long while, the message prompt popped up on the smart brain.

Lu Zhe: I want to see you today.

(End of this chapter)

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