MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 29 0 You call this normal?

  Chapter 29 029 You call this normal?

  The Minister of Literature and Art immediately pinched Lu Xiaohan's arm, and conveyed to Lu Xiaohan with his eyes—

【so cool! 】

  【I have fallen! 】

  Lu Xiaohan smiled and told her to keep her demeanor, and then took Bai Po to the backstage.

  The high school transfer students are very famous in the school.

   After watching the piano performance, several members of the student union came to the backstage to peek at her when they heard her coming.

  Bai Po took off her school uniform jacket, and she was only wearing a white T-shirt embroidered with ink-colored white cranes. She held Lu Xiaohan's custom-made long sword and looked up and down.

  The long sword has a black body with golden patterns tattooed on it. It is half her height and weighs more than a catty.

  Lu Xiaohan was originally afraid that the long sword would be too heavy and it would be difficult to dance, but he didn't expect Bai Po to lift the weight as lightly as possible.

  It seemed that what he was holding was not an iron sword weighing more than a catty, but a feather.

  Bai Li looked at it for a while, and then pulled it out.

  The long sword was not sharpened, but a cold light appeared, and her dark pupils reflected the light of the sword.

  Bai Po held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard loosely in the other. Her black hair was tied behind her head. She was holding a cold sword, like a swordsman in white walking the rivers and lakes with a sword.

  The oppressive aura on her body naturally radiated with the long sword, she slowly put the long sword back into the scabbard, and turned sideways: "Is it my fault?"

   "Go up from here," several members of the student union came back to their senses, and they pointed to the place where they were on stage. "The piano has already been moved down."

   Waiting for Bai Po to lift the curtain and walk onto the stage from the backstage, several people rush out.

  Go to the audience to watch the performance of the transfer students up close.

  In the corridor outside, the president of the student union and the head of the external relations department are sending Ren Wanxuan out.

   "Why are you in the background?" The president looked at them.

Ren Wanxuan's piano has been on TV and won awards. Everyone in the school wants to watch it, but the number of times they can see Ren Wanxuan perform is very rare. Ren Wanxuan was invited for the finale.

  Everyone in the student union knows that even before the rehearsal this time, the people on the post bar have been looking forward to it for a long time.

   They all came to see Ren Wanxuan.

   "We came back after watching," Lu Xiaohan and the others took a step ahead, and the Minister of Literature and Art stayed behind and explained to the president, "Student Bai Po is about to perform, and we just went out to watch."

   "New classmate?" The president is naturally familiar with the name Bai Po, "Then I'll take a look later."

   "Okay," the Minister of Arts waved his hand, "Then you remember to applaud when the time comes, the performance of the new students is not so professional."

   Waiting for them to leave, Ren Wanxuan looked at the president, "Bai Po?"

   "Just the transfer student," the president didn't read the performance sheet carefully, and now he took it out to have a look, "I didn't expect her to participate in the performance, it was a sword dance, but I heard that she is not professional."

  Ren Wanxuan looked at the long performance list.

  She herself was ranked last, which was specially arranged by the school to retain the audience.

  The penultimate third is the performance of Bai Ji.

  Ren Wanxuan looked away casually, "Did the penultimate program bump into me a bit? Let's change with the previous one."

  Students enjoy working in small groups.

  Ren Wanxuan and her group are either rich or powerful. No matter what happens, the family can settle for them. They are used to the focus being on them.

  The Ren family even donated a canteen for Ren Wanxuan alone.

  Merge together with ordinary students, so that class conflicts will become obvious over time.

  The less ordinary students dare to provoke them, the more arrogant and arrogant these people become.

  The president looked down at the performance list.

  The penultimate song is a duet of pop music, which doesn't collide with the piano, but he certainly won't lose face to Ren Wanxuan.

   "Okay." He swapped the penultimate program with the penultimate program.

  **

  Outside, the stage.

   A group of boys watched Ren Wanxuan's performance, got up lazily, and fought with each other to go back to class.

   "How is it? Did you record the screen?"

   "I recorded it, but I can't post it on the post bar, I will show it to you secretly when I go back..."

  The school celebration hasn't started yet, so the rehearsal can't be circulated.

   Until the stage lights up again.

   "What performance?" Someone asked as they left the auditorium.

   "Bai Po's, I heard it's a sword dance," Wang Yu got the news from the Department of Literature and Art, holding his mobile phone and said, "Just now, the people from the Department of Literature and Art said, let's show some face to the new classmate and let us support her."

   "That's normal, she looks so good-looking, and she doesn't know everything," a boy laughed. "The people in Class 8 know everything, which makes me doubt myself from time to time. I will stay here to support her."

   "It's almost enough for you guys to be here," some students hurried back to class, "I'll watch the performance of the new students on the day of the school celebration."

  Many people left, after all, most of them came for Ren Wanxuan.

  Leave a small group of people looking up at the stage.

  This time, no one secretly took the phone to shoot.

  In the middle of the stage, Bai Po was wearing blue school uniform pants and a white shirt. She held a long sword in her right hand, with the tip of the sword turned outward.

  The voices under the stage gradually stopped.

   "Boom—"

  The rhythmic drum sounded.

  She raised her head suddenly, opened a pair of black eyes, and raised her right arm.

  With the sound of the zither and the flute, she swung the sword edge of her arm and drew two vertical circles from left to right. After the short zither sound was over, she raised a sword on her wrist and pointed it diagonally at the ground!

  The zither sound, spring water ding-dong and Qingyuan melodious flute sound gradually mixed in, and the drum sound joined in again.

  Bai Po turned over out of thin air, and the whole person soared in the air. The sword in his hand flew around her wrist for a moment, and was held by her again when she landed!

  The sound of drums gradually increases from small to large.

  She walked in a vertical circle with her hands, turned over in a straight line with her feet, and at the same time held the sword flower in her right hand, and turned it nearly twenty times in a row!

  The blade of the sword tore through the sky like a swimming dragon, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

   And her feet are not dusty, and her figure is as light as a cloud.

  Bai Li's eyes flowed with the edge of the sword, and the pure music followed her sword body to the end. She leaned back, flipped the sword with her right hand and slashed across her chest, and turned over and retracted the sword in an instant!

   "Boom—"

  The drumbeat stopped abruptly!

  Standing the blade in front of her chest, she slowly raised her head along with the blade, revealing those dark and cold eyes!

  The stage lights froze on her body, as if the vibrating thunder stopped suddenly, and the rough sea suddenly returned to calm.

  Bai Po was still standing in the middle of the stage, but now there was no cold light and sword shadow, her figure was outstanding, as if standing on the top of a snowstorm mountain.

  The entire auditorium was silent.

  Until Bai Po took the sword, opened the black curtain and returned to the backstage, the silent auditorium was like a calm oil pan with a drop of water poured into it, and it exploded into a ball.

   "Ah ah Lu Xiaohan," on the left side of the stage, the Minister of Literature and Art almost strangled her neck, "You call this unprofessional? What is it called professional if it's unprofessional? It's all your fault, I didn't record the screen!"

  A girl from an art class next to her said softly: "Not to mention the sword flower she is holding and the pointing and collapsing sword... just the twist turning around, no one in our art class can do it so smoothly..."

   Lu Xiaohan who was about to be strangled to death: "..."

  Under the stage, on the seat.

  A group of teenagers couldn't recover for a long time, "Wang Yu, did you record the screen, didn't you?"

  Someone went to **** Wang Yu's mobile phone.

  Wang Yu whose phone was robbed: "..."

   "I realized it later, I only recorded the last 20 seconds, please take it easy and don't delete it later..."

  A group of teenagers hurriedly clicked on the video.

  Not close to the stage, zoomed in on the video, only to see the outline of the white scorpion.

  White clothes, blue trousers, fuzzy red belts on the wrists, white spotlights above the head, the girl's hibiscus color can be glimpsed even through a distant lens.

  Sharp and impactful.

  The sword is like frost and snow, this feeling of turning mad into a fairy is simply amazing!

  **

   Backstage, no one.

  Bai Po took his coat, and Lu Xiaohan came in.

   "Put our long sword away." Lu Xiaohan solemnly handed the long sword to the logistics staff.

  The logistics staff still looked at Bai Po, and took the sword, "Don't worry."

  The people in the student union wanted to interview Bai Po more, and even wanted to do an exclusive interview with her for the school newspaper, but Bai Po was still in a hurry to go back to do his homework and didn't stay any longer.

   waited out of the auditorium.

  Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Po quietly.

  Bai Po took up the vocabulary book, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Speak."

   "Didn't you say that you are like a long sword?"

   "Yes." Bai Po was taken aback.

  The Bai family is good at long spears and horseback arrows, and so is she.

  She is proficient in all six arts except "rituals", and she is slightly better at Baya, Qinshu, poetry, wine and tea parties.

   As for the long sword, she only learned a few tricks.

   It's okay to do a sword dance casually, but if you really want to fight, a long spear is suitable for her.

  Lu Xiaohan could see that Bai Po was very serious and felt that she was like a long sword, she was not modest.

   "No, you call this normal?" Lu Xiaohan recalled what the art student said just now, what kind of environment did the new classmates grow up in?

  Bai Po nodded: "Otherwise?"

  Lu Xiaohan: "..."

   This is normal, do other people still have to live?

  Bai Po's phone vibrated, and she took it out to see that it was a courier message, telling her that the courier had arrived at the school.

  She put the phone back in her pocket, thinking about picking it up at night.

  As soon as Lu Xiaohan returned to class, the others immediately surrounded him.

  In order to avoid Bai Po getting nervous, the cultural and entertainment committee member did not follow.

   "How's the rehearsal going?" She asked nervously.

  Lu Xiaohan took out the book, then slammed the table hard, "Damn! No screen recording! I can only say...it's your loss if you didn't see it."

   "You only know what shock is when you see the scene with your own eyes."

  After the last minister, Lu Xiaohan was choked again.

  It's okay if she doesn't say it, but when she says it, other people want to beat her.

   "You got the standard answer here?" After the fight, the cultural and entertainment committee member was relieved, and she watched Lu Xiaohan take a Chinese answer sheet and copy it.

  The regular handwriting on it looks like a standard answer.

   "Here," Lu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Po's Chinese answer sheet, "Bai Po's answer sheet, I will copy it."

   "Wait," the cultural and entertainment committee member pointed to the poem to fill in the blank in disbelief, "Can she also write out the optional extracurricular readings?"

  Lu Xiaohan was only paying attention to Bai Po's composition before, and didn't notice that she basically got a perfect score of 90.

   Hearing the words, he lowered his head subconsciously.

  This time, there is a very unpopular question about filling in the blanks in Chinese poetry.

  【16. In Bai Xiangjun's "March in the Army" (Part 2), the two sentences "—,—" express her heroic ambition, and at the same time, they also arouse various interpretations of her by readers of later generations. 】

   Lu Lingxi hasn't talked about this question yet, and they haven't learned this poem either.

  But Bai Po’s answer sheet neatly wrote a sentence——

   "Only when I got on the military chariot and cried blood blades, and fought wine with the moon to the sky."

  Lu Xiaohan subconsciously turned her head to look at Bai Po, who was lowering her eyes and earnestly solving an ellipse problem.

  She then explained to Bai Po with difficulty: "Student Bai used to study literature, maybe it is different from what we study..."

  Lu Xiaohan added the word "bar" almost guiltily.

  Xiangcheng people are very fond of Bai Xiangjun's poems. Every exam in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is basically her poems. Even a dawdling student like Zhang Shize can't make mistakes.

  But today's line is too unpopular compared to her other lines.

  Bai Po can write it, it is really evil.

  **

  The last week of the training class.

  Most students know that 90% of these two places are Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zuo.

  But I didn’t give up, I studied very hard.

  The head teacher of Class 8 handed out today's test questions, and finally stopped his eyes on Tang Ming, "From today onwards, the difficulty of the exercises will soar again. Everyone has a chance. I hope you don't give up."

  Tang Ming, Ning Xiao, like Bai Po, did not answer the questions immediately. Ning Xiao took out the physics of Jiangjing University openly and looked at it casually.

  He asked Tang Ming: "When will you watch it?"

  Tang Ming recalled the last analysis without raising his head: "Let's talk about it, we don't have time now."

  After the eighth class head teacher left.

  Most of the students couldn't help but look at them, especially Tang Ming's words.

  Changed the subject with Ren Wanxuan, Chen Zhu, a familiar classmate, and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Aren't you both over 290 in science and technology?"

   "Well, this time the topic is not too difficult." Ren Wanxuan looked away.

   "It's amazing," the other party sighed, "I'm 277, and my physics score is only 104. There are several questions that are similar to the training questions, but I didn't do it right."

  Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu are used to the attention and praise of others, so they don't care.

   Several people were talking, when someone suddenly looked at Bai Po, "Hey, how do you say the new classmate did in the exam?"

  As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was very curious.

  Bai Po was named by the principal after all.

   Force her not to study literature.

   "It should be very good. Have you forgotten that she was specially recruited?" Someone said mysteriously, "And I also saw someone on the post bar saying that the performance of the new classmate is amazing."

"real?"

  There are voices discussing Bai Po all around.

  Ren Wanxuan bowed her head and slowly packed her things into her schoolbag with a sneering expression.

  A show?

  Professional what?

   It can only be seen with one face.

   "Ning Xiao's comprehensive score is 296." They have done all the physics questions in the training class this time, and the only difference is chemistry and biology. Chen Zhu is also very curious about the scores of the new students: "I don't know how much is white."

  Chen wrote 297 in comprehensive comprehensive analysis this time, and Ren Wanxuan was just 290.

  Ren Wanxuan zipped up the zipper with a "swipe", glanced at them, and said casually: "Are you talking about a new classmate? She got 110 in comprehensive science, with a total score of 450."

   Today is the evil gate.

   Someone even said that going to bed at twelve o'clock in the evening is called staying up late? Don't be too outrageous!

   Oh, good night

  

  

  (end of this chapter)