The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 724 0723. The Cold War After the Competition (33)

Jiang Shaoheng's expression was blank as if his body had been imbued with a spell.

He couldn't believe what Zhuang Xinian said to him just now.

And after Zhuang Xinian said that sentence, his face turned pale for a moment as if he suddenly realized it.

The two have separated, standing face to face, but neither can see each other's faces.

An atmosphere of silence and stagnation enveloped them, just like a closed fishing net, the space was getting smaller and smaller, leaving less and less air for them to breathe, oppressive and restrained.

It took a long time for Zhuang Xinian to hear Jiang Shaoheng's voice from above his head: "Okay, you can do it if you want. For the review in the evening, you can come if you want. If you don't, forget it and go back."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Shaoheng turned around and left directly, his back still upright revealed a bit of unspeakable loneliness at this moment.

Zhuang Xinian opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

When she returned to Studio 202, she opened the door and there was laughter.

"Nian Nian is back!" Tan Bing was the first to see Zhuang Xi Nian coming back, and shouted directly.

Zhuang Xinian walked back to the table like a wandering soul and sat down.

Seeing her expression, everyone noticed something was wrong.

"Nian Nian, what's the matter? Didn't you talk well?" Tan Bing put his arms around her shoulders, giving her some comfort.

Zhuang Xinian reluctantly twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's okay, we've already discussed it, and when it's time to choose a subject, I'll submit the art student application."

They all understood that Zhuang Xinian's state was not right, but it was difficult to ask.

I can only give Zhuang Xinian some advice on the topic of art students.

Then Yu Qinghe asked them to tell Zhuang Xinian what he said just now.

Under the adjustment of the few of them, Zhuang Xinian eased off the heavy weight in his heart a little bit.

The results of the monthly exam came down. Not surprisingly, Zhuang Xinian fell to No. 90 seventh place in the grade.

There are a total of more than 110 people in the two top classes. It is self-evident what kind of result No. 90 is.

But this time, Jiang Shaoheng didn't say anything, but after reading the results, he took a look at Zhuang Xinian, then went back in silence.

The days that followed passed quickly.

Because Zhuang Xinian is already a quasi-art student, Yu Qinghe directly helped her through a little process first. Although the daytime classes continued in the class, the evening self-study basically moved to the studio. Yu Qinghe gave her Classes are held alone.

In order to catch up with Yu Qinghe's class, Zhuang Xinian began to miss Jiang Shaoheng's make-up class in the evening. After one or two times, Zhuang Xinian had a showdown with Jiang Shaoheng.

Jiang Shaoheng didn't say anything, but silently put away his textbooks and materials. After a pause, he handed the materials to her again, leaving a sentence of "read it if you have time, throw it away if you don't have time" and left.

The busy days repeated day by day, Zhuang Xinian clearly felt that there was an invisible wall of air between Jiang Shaoheng and himself.

There was less communication, less staring, but when I was free, we had a meal together in silence, and there was nothing to say.

Even the number of times I went home began to decrease, and the evening exercise that I had agreed to before had nothing to do with it.

Everyone was clearly aware of the problem between the two, but there was no way to say it, because both of them had a non-cooperative attitude and didn't want to talk about it.

For the first time since they were born, such a large-scale cold war took place.

Up to, the entire high school.

(End of this chapter)