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Gu Jo Back home, I feel that being young and energetic, staying up late shouldn't be a problem. So I took out the original owner's guitar, plucked the strings to test it, and found the sound to be mellow and delicate, feeling quite satisfied. I plan to bring it along tomorrow.
Although each class has its own mentor, it is also allowed to seek advice from teachers in other classes.
Gu Jo Holding the guitar, thinking about the melody of the song to match the chords. However, after trying for half a morning, still not very satisfied.
Just as I was pondering, it was time for a break. The little girl next to me was chattering, and she couldn't sit still either.
Thinking about the tune that I can't come up with, should I go ask Yu Xinhe for advice? After some thought, I decided against it. It's better to attract less attention with Black-Red Little Star.
She stood up, took her water cup, and went to get some water. She found Yu Xinhe standing inside class B, with a few girls surrounding him. He was smiling lightly and saying a few words from time to time.
She sighed, took a sip of the floral tea in her cup, returned to her seat, and picked up the guitar.
Yu Xinhe turned at the sound and caught a glimpse of Gu Jo sitting alone, looking a bit gloomy. He stopped talking to the girl next to him and just listened quietly.
Looking at Gu Jo frowning, he was about to go over when a figure stood in front of him first.
He raised his head expressionlessly, and in front of him was a strange girl.
"Um, Teacher Yu, I'd like to ask for your advice. I've been considering a few lines for a long time and can't make a decision." Chu Jing Shu specially came from class C, picked out a few lines that he thought were satisfactory, just to talk to Yu Xinhe.
"These lines, there's not much difference," Yu Xinhe said without any warmth in his words.
Several girls nearby overheard their conversation and covered their mouths, laughing.
Chu Jing Shu stood still, his face burning like fire.
"Oh, thank you, teacher," she replied woodenly.
"Mm," Yu Xinhe nodded.
Yu Xinhe When not smiling, there is a sense of detachment in his eyes, and the cool side of his heart will be revealed, which is his inner pride.
He passed by Chu Jing Shu.
Chu Jing Shu held the A4 paper in his hand and turned to see Gu Jo opposite him, feeling increasingly jealous.
"Teacher Yu." Gu Jo saw Yu Xinhe approaching, put down the guitar and stood up.
"Don't bother, you play it." Yu Xinhe listened while holding her hands, and when Gu Jo stumbled, he offered his opinion. Gu Jo tried it and found that it flowed much better.
As the song was almost finished being revised, she smiled gratefully, put down the guitar, and was about to speak when Chu Jing Shu walked over.
"Qiao'er, you said last time that you don't drink coffee, so what kind of tea do you drink?" Chu Jing Shu pretended to be close.
Gu Jo avoided her arm and got goosebumps all over.
Qiao'er has never been called anything other than " Ma Tang." Her easygoing nature and the sense of familiarity in her memory quickly made Gu Jo adapt. But now, hearing Chu Jing Shu call her, it just feels wrong.
Gu Jo glanced at her.
"I drink chrysanthemum tea. It refreshes my mind and helps me see through the illusions around me in this world." Gu Jo casually replied, "What about you, do you want to drink tea for health? I recommend green tea for you, it's anti-aging, anti-fatigue, and quite suitable for you."
"Pfft." Beside them, Yu Xinhe pretended to lower their head upon hearing this, but actually let out a suppressed laugh, thinking that Gu Jo's skill in retorting was on the rise.
"Coincidentally, Teacher Yu is also here. Do you want to drink chrysanthemum tea?" Gu Jo raised a small jar from the side.
"Hmm, you really have it." Yu Xinhe couldn't help but smile, trying to maintain the demeanor of a teacher, but not quite succeeding.
"Of course, I never lie," Gu Jo said solemnly.
"Jingshu, our preferences are quite different, so I won't share this chrysanthemum with you. Well, you work hard in Class C," Gu Jo said with the gentlest expression.
"Um." Chu Jing Shu's face turned pale, and he headed towards the door.
The people nearby heard what Gu Jo said and made a few sarcastic remarks.
"The C class doesn't even practice properly, yet they come over here to join in the fun."
"That's right."
In Class B, most people have good skills, but they made some small mistakes during the performance and were noticed by the teacher. These are just habits that can be changed with more training, so there are many who feel unwilling in their hearts.
Gu Jo and Yu Xinhe cast their gaze at each other in the chaotic environment, then share a relaxed smile.
Gu Jo picks up a water cup and stands up to get water. Yu Xinhe pauses for a moment, then also leaves the classroom, following a few steps behind Gu Jo quietly.
Gu Jo noticed the young man behind her and felt inexplicably sour in her heart.
Yu Xinhe is Gu Jo's cousin.
There are few children in the family, and both sets of parents have incompatible personalities and do not pay much attention to the children.
Since childhood, Yu Xinhe has loved following Gu Jo around.
Gu Jo remembers the past in her mind. She was clearly a good child, but she chose to be rebellious. She fell in love with music because of Gu Jo, and with Gu Jo, she honed a seemingly proud and aloof but actually extremely fragile personality.
Unfortunately, experience counts for a lot. At least he never forgot his dreams, while this foolish girl Gu Jo is gradually drifting further away on the path of self-destruction.
Since he embarked on the path of being a singer, he has not spoken to Gu Jo, who used to be single-minded about entering the entertainment industry and chasing stars, for over a year.
Fortunately, close relationships won't grow distant no matter how long they've been apart.
Gu Jo I don't know why I feel so deeply moved, but when I put down the water glass and turned to see the young man's grown-up face, tears inexplicably fell. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, raised her hand to pat the young man's head, still soft hair in her memory, obedient, only in front of her.
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