More than half a semester has passed, and classmates in the class have become familiar with each other.

  Zhou Xiaoyun didn't talk much with her classmates, but as the class monitor, she inevitably had to interact with everyone. She adhered to her usual style of being reserved and courteous, winning over many classmates with her humility and good manners, having excellent relationships.

  Zheng Haoran couldn't help but feel a little resentful. He had been the top student in his class since first grade, and even if you didn't count his father's influence, he was still one of the teacher's most valued students who always received special attention and favoritism.

  But since he arrived at Xingwang Elementary School, his status has been severely challenged.

  That silent Zhou Xiaoyun was indeed the class monitor and language learning committee, while he himself was relegated to deputy class monitor. He didn't say anything out loud but secretly harbored a sense of comparison in his heart.

  At first, she didn't take Zhou Xiaoyun to heart, thinking that she was just a decent-looking girl who was soft and weak, and couldn't see anything special about her. And Zhou Xiaoyun's abnormal behavior in Zheng Haoran's eyes made him think this was her normal state, making him even more displeased with her.

  Fang Wenchao entrusted all kinds of things in the class to Zheng Haoran, who was secretly delighted. He felt that the teacher still valued him quite a bit and he worked very diligently.

  Led classmates in self-study sessions, did exercises to keep the team neat and quiet, ran errands quickly, and received praise from Fang Wenchao many times.

  Zheng Haoran gradually became self-satisfied, thinking: Hmph, I reckon Zhou Xiaoyun was just a short general elected from the class. Looking at him now, what's left to play with?

  But I didn't expect the situation to change drastically.

  Ever since Zhou Xiaoyun came to class with a smile on her face one day a month ago, things seemed to have developed beyond Zheng Haoran's expectations.

  First, in language class, Zhou Xiaoyun began to frequently raise her hand to read the lesson. Her sweet and standard Mandarin with emotional reading instantly overshadowed him, and later on, whenever there was a need for model reading or leading reading, it was always Zhou Xiaoyun's turn.

  Zheng Haoran had no choice but to admit defeat, who let Zhou Xiaoyun read it

  It's really good!

  Then the school asked for a blackboard newspaper, and Fang Wenchao casually instructed Zhou Xiaoyun and Zheng Haoran to cooperate and find some time after class to do one.

  Zheng Haoran no longer dared to underestimate Zhou Xiaoyun. At home, he found a pile of materials and only when he felt that the prepared materials were sufficient did he bring them to the classroom.

  As a result, Zhou Xiaoyun didn't have anything in her hand and casually wrote the title of the wall newspaper on the blackboard. The beautiful regular script surprised Zheng Haoran greatly, who was too ashamed to write a word on the blackboard himself, and handed over the prepared materials to let Zhou Xiaoyun take care of it.

  Zhou Xiaoyun did things quickly and well, finishing writing on a blackboard in just over an hour. In the middle, he politely asked Zheng Haoran to come and write together to speed up the process.

  He forced a smile and said he would just draw some "insert" pictures, as writing was not his strong suit.

  Zheng Haoran painted a larger theme painting in the middle of the version, which is a teaching building with a high-flying five-star red flag in front of it, and there are also big trees, green grass, and red flowers on the side. The picture is very lively, Zheng Haoran admired himself for half a day and felt great

  Success.

  Zhou Xiaoyun quietly watched Ke Hui'er, not saying a word, and simply took the yellow chalk to add two rows of Young Pioneer team members under the flagpole. Suddenly, that vivid and lifelike image shocked Zheng Haoran.

  Zheng Haoran felt embarrassed and consoled himself by saying that it's normal for a girl to be good at writing and drawing, there's nothing strange about it.

  As a result, the fourth (2) class won the first prize in the blackboard inspection and was rated as the top in the school. Fang Wenchao happily praised the two in front of the whole class.

  Actually, the words on the blackboard were all written by Zhou Xiaoyun's hand, her handwriting was practiced with Fang Wenchao, and Fang Wenchao was too familiar to not recognize it. But it can't be that only Zhou Xiaoyun is praised and Zheng Haoran is left out! That would also hurt Zheng Haoran's self-esteem.

  Zheng Haoran lowered his head, with a somewhat flushed face.

  The words on the blackboard are clearly written by one person. How can he have the face to accept praise?

  It was unexpected that Zhou Xiaoyun stood up at this time and said: "Teacher Fang, I think the main reason why the blackboard newspaper came out well this time is because Zheng Haoran's materials were well-prepared. He spent a lot of effort and energy on it. So his credit is much greater than mine."

  At that moment, Zheng Haoran looked up at Zhou Xiaoyun in surprise, and coincidentally, Zhou Xiaoyun had just finished speaking and was also looking at him with a faint smile.

  That blooming faint smile was like a wild flower on a spring day, quietly emitting an unknown fragrance. Zheng Hao Ran suddenly felt his heart beating faster.

  After that, Zheng Haoran unconsciously followed with his eyes the figure of a pen standing upright in front of him.

  Of course, Zheng Haoran would rather die than admit he had a crush on Zhou Xiaoyun.

  "Hmph, she's her own rival. She carefully observes herself to find flaws in order to surpass her, not sneakily looking at her..."

  Not long after, another thing happened.

  That afternoon's first class was music, and the music teacher was Fang Wenchao. He had a cold that day and his body wasn't feeling well, so he held onto the accordion in the classroom but didn't have the energy to play it.

  Zheng Haoran stood up at this time and wanted to show off, Wen Chao proposed that he might as well go to self-study class! Anyway, there is him in the self-study class, who would dare to speak out of turn?

  But the students below shouted in opposition, saying that it's hard to have two music classes a week and they definitely won't attend self-study.

  Which kid doesn't like singing in music class?

  Zheng Haoran and Li Tianyu, the leader of the opposition, were at odds with each other. He wanted to use his deputy class president's prestige to suppress Li Tianyu, but the other party didn't care about him at all. For a time, the class was divided into two factions, arguing incessantly.

  "A clear and pleasant voice rang out: 'Teacher Fang, let's have music class instead. I'll substitute for you to play the piano and teach everyone to sing this song "Snail and Oriole".'"

  The voice was not loud but the whole class immediately fell silent.

  Down. Only a few of Zhou Xiaoyun's good friends, such as Wu Mei, Wang Jingjing and Zhou Zhihai, knew that Zhou Xiaoyun could play the accordion, and most people in the class had never even heard of it.

  No wonder, Zhou Xiaoyun was born with a personality that didn't like to show off everywhere, who among her good friends didn't know her personality? Naturally, she wouldn't go around talking about it, so only a handful of people knew about this matter.

  Zhou Xiaoyun felt sorry for Fang Wenchao's severe cold and made a rare move to show off in front of her classmates.

  When the beautiful and pleasant sound of the piano rises, the cheerful melody spreads throughout the classroom.

  Zheng Haoran stared blankly at Zhou Xiaoyun, who skillfully and fluently played the large accordion, her slender fingers sliding back and forth on the keys with ease and naturalness.

  "In front of a grapevine, tender green shoots are sprouting. A snail is carrying its heavy shell, crawling up step by step."

  Two yellow orioles are on the mulberry tree, laughing at it. The grapes are not yet ripe, what are you doing here now?

  "Ah Huang Ah Huang Oriole bird don't laugh, wait till I climb up and it will be ripe."

  Sweet singing voice sounded, Zheng Hao Ran stupidly followed behind one sentence at a time, he didn't know what he had sung at all.