Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

A few days later, Teacher Song called me to his office.

There was an extra box of chocolates on Teacher Song’s desk. It was Dove milk chocolate, the silky smooth kind.

"How was the foreign teacher class?" she asked straight to the point as she saw me.

"What's going on?" I was confused by the question.

She was stunned. "Uh, that is, how is the teaching? Is it helpful to you?"

"That's it. You can see that they are trying hard to correct the students' pronunciation. But pronunciation is something that is difficult to change once it becomes a habit. For example, most people read c/ci:/ as c/cei/. They may change it in class, but go back to it in the next class." I thought about it, but I really couldn't figure out what they taught.

"Yeah, that's within my expectations. After all, you're still too young, and teaching in a purely English environment is still not suitable. It's very tiring for both sides." She opened the chocolate package and said, "Would you like to have a piece?"

I nodded repeatedly. I had been coveting it since I came in. After all, the price of chocolate was still a bit too high for me.

"You're welcome." Teacher Song laughed and handed us two notes.

"Thank you, Teacher Song!" I put them in my pocket and planned to eat them when I got home.

I looked around and made sure that no one was in the office. Then I lowered my voice and asked her, "Teacher Song, was this a gift from your boyfriend?"

Teacher Song certainly didn't expect that I would be so bold to ask her this question. Her eyes were slightly evasive, but she quickly returned to normal: "Yes, yes, yes, you are not allowed to talk about this topic in school in the future, do you understand?"

"it is good."

"Go back, eat the chocolate early. Your pocket is too tight, and it won't taste good if it melts."

"it is good"

I returned to my seat with the chocolate given by Teacher Song. I took out one and handed it to Tang Xin.

"Where did it come from?"

"you guess?"

"Teacher Song gave it to me?"

"What else?" I looked at her proudly.

Tang Xin rolled her eyes at me, "Tsk, I think you were deceived by Teacher Song. You've become her informant and are reporting on her everywhere!"

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" I was so angry. You are doubting my backbone.

"It looks like that no matter how you look at it, you are the one who eats the food and you are the one who is short-handed. You have both."

"It seems so." After saying this, Teacher Song and I have become closer and closer. "Aren't you? You even gave someone advice on how to choose clothes."

"That...that's different." Tang Xin tried to argue, "Pick clothes for a girl, can that be called surrender? That's called...that's called aesthetics!"

"..."

Sometimes I feel lucky, although I don’t know how I came to this parallel world. But I unexpectedly met new good friends, had a new beautiful head teacher, and was able to start a new life with my old friends. It was a special experience.

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After get off work, I was scolded by the client. Everything was my fault. I wanted to cry.

Chapter 14 Red May

The first week of May, the Red May Gala began. The venue for the party was the school auditorium. Because it is a key middle school, the decoration standard of the auditorium is quite high, the lighting and sound equipment are very first-class, and the venue is also quite large. Even if it accommodates students from two grades, some seats are still empty.

Our class was drawn to perform fifth, in the middle of several classes in Grade 1. The performances of the first three classes were all choruses, and the teacher sitting on the podium was not bored, but smiled and graded each other.

"Are you nervous?" Tang Xin walked over to me and held my hand.

"Not bad." I wasn't nervous, but the skirt was a little too short. I don't know where Tang Xin got all the dresses for the whole class. All the boys wore suits, and the girls wore red dresses. She wore a tuxedo, but she gave me a miniskirt with a sailor suit.

"The skirt is too short." I pulled the hem of my skirt from time to time, and I was very worried that I would be exposed because I really didn't wear safety pants. As for why, Tang Xin said she forgot to bring them, and she also said something nonsense like wearing a skirt and safety pants is simply disrespectful to the skirt.

"It's okay. This skirt is only slightly higher than the knee. It won't be so easy to expose yourself. And you don't dance." Tang Xin comforted.

The fourth class chorus finished its performance and it was our turn. A portable piano was quickly pushed out and the whole class took their positions while the host read the words.

"Now, please welcome the new Grade 2 () class to perform "Song of the Seven Sons"."

As the supporter finished speaking, there was a bang, and the spotlight hit Tang Xin's piano on the right side of the stage. As her slender hands gently jumped, the affectionate prelude slowly sounded, and the piano solo amplified by the surround sound system was refreshing.

Bang! The second spotlight hit my position and an intense heat wave hit me in the face. This was the first time I felt the powerful heat of a spotlight. My skin became hot almost instantly and I tried to keep my eyes open to prevent the tears caused by the stimulation from flowing down.

[Did you know that Macau is not my real last name? I have been away from you for too long, mother! But they took my body, you still keep my soul!] I have sung this line thousands of times, and this time I did not disappoint Tang Xin, singing it out completely, in tune and with emotion.

Afterwards, the stage lights were turned on and the whole class sang the main lyrics together, and everyone performed very well.

Maybe it was because the spotlight was too dazzling, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing, I couldn't help but wipe them with my hands, and I had already shed several lines of tears. The stage performance was explosive, but my eyes were so sore.

At the end of the song, almost the entire school audience stood up and applauded us. I also got the chance to wipe my tears. I held Tang Xin's hand and bowed to the audience and teachers with a smile on my face to thank them. In my heart, "Lighting technician, come out here! You must have deliberately put the light on my face, right?"

……

"Li Xiaomeng!"

After the performance, Teacher Song was the first to rush over backstage.

"That's great. Do you have such a great performing talent? I saw you crying while singing." Teacher Song patted my shoulder excitedly.

"I said the light was too strong and my eyes were sore and I was crying. Do you believe me?"

"..."

"Pfft..." Tang Xin laughed loudly as she listened to the conversation. "Can this be considered a lucky coincidence?"

Of course, the whole class didn't know about this because they were all standing behind me. Everyone thought we did a good job this time and congratulated each other with smiles on their faces. Teacher Song also said that if we won first place, she would treat the whole class to ice cream.

After a few words of conversation, I hurried back to the dressing room and changed my skirt. But before changing into my skirt, I decided to take a few photos in the mirror with my phone. I have to say, it was quite interesting, but it was my body.

After taking a few photos, I was still not satisfied. I looked around and saw that there was no one around, so I decided to do some actions to see if I could get a better composition. Just as I put one foot on the stool, lifted my skirt slightly, pretended to be shy, and was about to press the shutter, I heard two "click-click" sounds, which scared me so much that I almost threw my phone away.

I turned around and saw Tang Xin holding her phone with a smirk on her face.

“Ahhhhh, delete the photos quickly.”

"No, I've already uploaded it to Baidu Cloud." Tang Xin turned around and ran away.

"You!" I ran out of the door and tried to chase her, but after taking two steps, my skirt flew up. I was so embarrassed that I ran back.

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The next day, the results of the May Day Gala came out.

Every student in the class got an ice cream. Teacher Song couldn't do it alone, so he called three boys and brought three boxes of ice cream.

Everyone was in a good mood, eating their ice cream, happy for taking first place in the class. Except for me, who was begging Tang Xin to delete my black history.

"Tang Xin, look, we have been friends for so many years..."

"It is precisely because we are good friends that I will keep this picture safe and will never let it get into the hands of a third person."

"Ahhhh, this is too embarrassing." Looking at the picture sent by Tang Xin on my phone, I was blushing in the picture, looking at the mirror with a dazed look, holding up my skirt with one hand, and holding my phone with the other hand ready to take a picture. No matter how you look at it, I am a bitch. I feel like I have lost all my moral integrity.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I will delete it." Tang Xin looked at my sad face and finally agreed to spare my life.

"Thank you, thank you for saving my life."

"But you have to promise me one thing." She rolled her eyes slyly.

"What's the matter? I'll agree to it as long as it's not too much." I sighed. It's because someone has the upper hand over me.

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I do." Then she deleted the photos in the cloud drive and mobile phone in front of me.

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"Hey, look, is this our class's performance?" - Zhang Xueyan

"Yeah, it seems so." - Tang Xin

"Look, Xiaomeng, you're on camera." - Zhang Xueyan

"Xiao Meng sings so well!" - Tang Xin

When they got home in the evening, the WeChat group of the shopping trio became active, and Zhang Xueyan posted the address of acg.tv/avxxx in it.

I clicked on it and found that someone took a blurry video of May Day and uploaded it. It received 100,000 hits in just one day. The most comments were when our class was singing, but the filming equipment was not very good and we couldn't see any of our faces clearly.

Watching the screen full of [My Wife Playing Piano], [My Wife Singing], [Updraft], my face was distorted. At this moment, I must have a more headache than the old man who was looking at his phone on the subway. Is it so complicated to see such a barrage?

The author says:

I've been in a bad state recently, working overtime every day! !

Chapter 15 Military Training

With the end of the high school entrance examination, summer vacation arrives as scheduled.

However, this summer vacation will not be easy for the high school freshmen. In mid-August, they will have their first military training in their lives.

"Overtake, overtake!"

"Yeah! Faster than Class 1."

On the way to the military training camp, each class of students and teachers were sitting in a separate medium-sized bus. Just now, the boy began to trick the driver into overtaking and cheered for overtaking a class of vehicles.

"Master, please drive slower." Teacher Song, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had to come out to stop this dangerous behavior.

"It's okay, teacher. There are not many cars on this road, and they are driving too slowly." The driver was obviously born to drive a bus.

It took only ten minutes from the excitement of getting on the bus to the gradual fatigue. And it was still half an hour's drive to the military training base.

"Let's sing!" Teacher Song suddenly took out a microphone from somewhere and said, "Master, is the microphone in your car still usable?"

"Yes, of course. You can order songs using the screen over there!" The driver was happy about it. Who doesn't like a group of cute young boys and girls?

Teacher Song tapped the screen a few times, played some music, and confirmed that she knew how to use it. Then she held the microphone and said to the whole class, "Who will sing first?"

Suddenly, all eyes were focused on me.

"Huh? Goodbye, I'm not very good at singing!" I looked at Teacher Song and gave him a look for help.

"Then let's invite Li Xiaomeng to warm up the whole class!" Teacher Song pretended not to notice my gaze and joined in the fun. "We've already sung in front of the whole school. Why should we be shy in front of the whole class? What song should we sing?"

"Jay Chou's 'Blue and White Porcelain'." I thought about it. In my previous life, I liked Jay Chou's songs more. I probably can sing them a little after listening to them so many times.

"It seems that our Li Xiaomeng is also a fan of Jay Chou! Now, please invite Li Xiaomeng to bring us the first song "Blue and White Porcelain"."

I rolled my eyes at Tang Xin who was trying hard to laugh secretly beside me, walked to the front seat and picked up the microphone.