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Ling was also a little surprised, because she didn't know about this.
However, to Mr. Tsujitani's surprise, after learning of this situation, Lingya no longer hesitated, but shook her head, "Sorry, Mr. Tsujitani, I don't think I can join the choir."
After saying that, without waiting for Mr. Tsujitani to ask any more questions, she said goodbye to the teacher and left the classroom.
Teacher Tsujitani was a little surprised, but as she said, at least during elementary school, whether to join a club is entirely up to the individual, and she couldn't force it. She opened her mouth to say something but swallowed it back, and could only watch the girl leave.
I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
The school bell rang.
Because of the delay, Ling entered the classroom only after the bell rang. Fortunately, although the students had already taken their seats, the teacher had not yet arrived.
"What happened?" asked Tomoyo, who had fully recovered from her cold and returned to school.
By the way, Tomoyo's seat was originally in front of Reiya, but the class regularly changes seats, and now Tomoyo sits next to Reiya.
"Nothing." Ling also unconsciously turned the pen and looked out the window absent-mindedly.
The bell for the class rang, and the math teacher walked into the classroom. Tomoyo had no choice but to give up the idea of asking further questions.
Perhaps it is a matter of world peace? Tomoyo thought.
The only sound left in the classroom was the scratching of chalk on the blackboard.
In math class, unlike in English or Chinese class, students will not be called upon to read the text suddenly, but occasionally questions will be written on the blackboard and students will be asked to come to the stage.
"Student number nine, come up and answer the question."
After the chalk stopped writing, Teacher Guan Gu suddenly spoke.
Maybe Mr. Guan Gu just casually called out a student number, or maybe he saw that Lingye was a little absent-minded and deliberately called out the name. Number nine was Lingye's student number.
Ling also withdrew her gaze from the window. She did not panic. She stood up and walked to the podium, looking at the question on the podium:
[How many parallelograms can be formed by counting seven vertical and seven horizontal parallel lines? ]
She admitted that she had been distracted just now. However, the math problems that were not beyond the syllabus in elementary school were not difficult at all. She thought about it for seven or eight seconds while walking from her seat to the podium. When Ling also walked to the blackboard, she already knew the approximate solution.
There are 36 single-grid parallelograms, and then there are 5*6*2 parallelograms made up of two grids, for a total of 60. Next are three-grid, four-grid, five-grid, six-grid, eight-grid, and nine-grid, removing prime numbers, all the way to thirty-six grids.
Consider various possibilities and add up the results at the end, so this is an induction question.
Lingye walked to the podium and took the chalk from the teacher.
The question was a bit complicated, but not difficult. Ling also spent five minutes enumerating various possibilities and then adding up the results.
Teacher Guan Gu nodded to show her approval of the result, and then did not mention her recent slacking off.
This is the normal treatment for good students, and it is the same everywhere.
In fact, Lingye's grades were usually the best in the class. Even in the entire grade, he could be in the top three. As for why a primary school student with a "high school brain" couldn't get the first place in the grade, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Every school always had some unreasonable real academic masters. How many points he (she) could get did not depend on the difficulty of the test paper, but only on the total score of the test paper.
Keima Katsuragi from Class 1, Grade 4, and Light Yagami from Class 3 are like machines that never make mistakes. If Ling also has the brain of a high school student, she suspects that they have the brain of a doctoral student. No, the brain that can always be accurate and never make mistakes is the brain of a supercomputer. For example, for the question on Teacher Guan Gu's blackboard, Ling also believes that if it were those two people, they could even calculate the answer in ten seconds.
She didn't think she had the need to compete with such a top student. After all, she considered herself to be an ordinary person.
Chapter 94: Rooftop
The math class lasted until the end of the get out of class. The teacher called on some students to answer questions from time to time, but he did not call on Lingye again, probably because she was no longer staring out the window.
After the math class, I had a Chinese class, which ended all the morning classes and it was time for lunch break.
Mathematics and Chinese, two consecutive classes that required sitting in the room, made people feel a little numb. Some people around brought lunch boxes, and some went to the canteen. Ling also crossed her fingers, stretched her hands forward, and stretched a little.
There was a chuckle from the next table.
"Lingye, can we go to the rooftop together at noon?"
See you on the rooftop at noon. This kind of phrase has very rich meanings in different contexts.
If it's two hot-blooded boys, they're probably trying to decide who's the class king. If it's a boy and a girl, looking at their expressions, you should decide whether to cheer them on or quickly tell the teacher to lay a fire mat downstairs.
But the one who was speaking at this time was Chiyo, who was holding a lunch box in her hand, so this was just an invitation for lunch between good friends.
In Chishi's hand is a checkered insulated lunch box. Lunch boxes with insulated linings are still a rare commodity in this era, and it is a product of Chishi's mother's company.
Lingye’s lunch box is made of ceramic, pure white without too many embellishments.
If pursuing retro and not believing in modern science is a life attitude, Mr. Oshima was such a representative figure during his lifetime. Compared with modern plastic products and iron and aluminum products, Mr. Oshima believed in ceramics more, after all, it was the earliest vessel made by humans since ancient times.
Plastic is toxic, and iron and aluminum products contain heavy metals. Even with scientific ingredient lists and various test data, Mr. Oshima was unwilling to believe it. So the ceramic bowl that was prepared for Lingye when she entered the first grade of elementary school has been used until today.
The high-tech insulation bowl and the retro ceramic bowl, Chiyo and Ling are like two extremes. But this does not hinder the intimacy between the two.
As a private elementary school, Youzhi Elementary School has done a good job of greening. In the courtyard outside the teaching building, there are cherry blossoms, laurels, and a ginkgo forest.
In spring, the courtyard with falling cherry blossoms is a great place for a picnic. The white petals fall at a speed of five centimeters per second, just like the scene praised in haiku poems.
[Shredded pork and vegetable soup under the tree, with falling cherry blossom petals]
This is a simple and easy-to-understand sentence, but it is a famous sentence of the haiku master Matsuo Basho. Perhaps it is precisely because it is too straightforward that it can arouse people's empathy. It is just like Bai Juyi reading a poem to an old woman with shallow literary skills, and he stopped only after she understood it. The meaning is the same.
However, when ginkgo trees mature in September and October every year, the small ginkgo fruits fall down and often emit a peculiar odor when they are accidentally stepped on, which is not so pleasant.
During this time, the entire school courtyard is filled with the aroma of fermented ginkgo. Even if Matsuo Basho himself were here, he probably couldn't save the wildness of the cherry blossoms.
Therefore, the clean rooftop has become a place where some students who hate the smell prefer to have a picnic. It is called a rooftop, but it is actually a small garden. Speaking of people who hate ginkgo, Tomoyo is one of them.
Ling didn't dislike ginkgo, especially the ginkgo in chawanmushi, which was like the strawberry on the strawberry cake, and had a unique and deep flavor. But she didn't have an overly obsessive love for ginkgo, so it didn't matter to her whether it was on the rooftop or in the courtyard.
The two of them took their respective lunch boxes and went upstairs together.
There is a sunshade shed on the rooftop of Youzhi Primary School, with vine-like roses entwined around it. Some flowers have not yet withered, but after a midsummer, they have long lost their vitality. The withered flowers are no longer worth viewing.
There is a bench for resting under the flower shed.
The flower shed can block the sun and also some drizzle. If it is pouring rain, there is nothing you can do, but I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to go to the rooftop in such weather.
The lunch boxes of both of them contain lunch prepared by their respective family chefs. Tomoyo sometimes chooses to cook for herself, making simple egg rolls or rice balls.
“Try this tempura, I fried it myself.”
Tomoyo picked up a piece of tempura from her food box with chopsticks and put it into Reiya's porcelain bowl.
The lunch in Lingye's ceramic tableware was completely made by their own chef Shinomiya, and there was no personal work by her, but she still picked up a piece of French vegetable jelly as a return gift.
Ling took a bite of the tempura that Chiyo gave her. It was filled with plump prawns, and the ingredients were absolutely fresh. Fried dishes like tempura usually taste best when they are just out of the pan, so after being in the food box for a whole morning, the original flavor has been lost. French vegetable jelly can be used as a cold dish, and cooling it to room temperature does not affect the taste.
But the tempura was made by Tomoyo herself, so Tempura won this round of Food Wars.
Of course, Shinomiya had no idea that he had lost for no apparent reason. On the rooftop, Reiya and Tomoyo exchanged their food and finished their lunch at a leisurely pace.
The school has 45 minutes for lunch, and now we still have half an hour, so we can spend it leisurely.
There were some idle clouds in the sky that covered the sun, but they were quickly coaxed and scared away by the remaining power of the September sun.
"Isn't Ling coming to the choir club either?"
Ling was a little surprised that Tomoyo suddenly brought up this topic, and she stopped clearing the dishes.
"Just now, during the break after math class, I met Teacher Tsujitani, and she told me that Ling also rejected the invitation to join the club," Tomoyo explained.
Ling was not surprised that Tomoyo went to see the music teacher during the break. Tomoyo had been sick for a week, and as the "right-hand man" of the choir, she did have a lot of things to hand over to the advisory teacher when she came to school.
Training plans, activity arrangements, etc. all need to be confirmed one by one. Tomoyo is very busy in club activities. This is also part of a fulfilling campus life. In comparison, Ling, who goes to school and leaves school on time every day, seems to be wasting her time. Even if she muddles through elementary school like this, she still has to choose a club when she reaches junior high school.
But Ling didn't know how to answer such a question for a moment.
"Maybe I don't like singing that much."
"Liar."
It was rare for Zhishi to say such decisive words.
"I know. Ling also likes singing. She did it before, and on stage as well."
Because she is like this herself, Chise knows it better than anyone else. Using singing to express your emotions is a way of communication that transcends language.
A song or a melody is a story.
"Reiya, do you know? When you sang "Night Song" in the concert hall, I saw many judges crying. And Sakura and I, we both saw fireflies all over the sky. Someone who can sing like this can't possibly not like singing."
Ling did not respond, she just unconsciously played with the leaves of the rose vines on the trellis next to her. From time to time, a few pigeons flew by in the sky.
Tomoyo walked up to Reiya and looked at her seriously. She held the incubator in one hand and held Reiya's finger with the other.
It is Tomoyo's habit to hold the other person's hand when she is talking seriously. Of course, she only does this with people she is close to.
"Reiya, it was you who led the music club into the national competition. So, if possible, I hope you can also participate in the national competition."
Tomoyo's words finally made Ling speak.
"But I'm just a temporary replacement for you! If it's Tomoyo, she will definitely be able to break through! She will definitely do better than me!" Ling never thought that she could replace Tomoyo, and she didn't want to replace her. "I know, Mr. Tsujitani said that you have been practicing for several months and have been working hard throughout the summer vacation. You should go to the national competition, Tomoyo, you are more qualified than anyone else!"
"So, is this why Lingye doesn't want to join the choir?" Tomoyo laughed cheerfully. In fact, she had already guessed it. After all, she and Lingye have been friends since kindergarten.
Ling was also unwilling to join the choir because she wanted to give up the qualification to compete to herself. Such a simple and obvious reason. Perhaps Mr. Tsujitani also saw it, so he took the initiative to tell Tomoyo.
"In fact, the song for the national competition is not "Night Song." Tomoyo explained, "The national competition is represented by 43 schools from different counties, and is divided into two rounds: the preliminary round and the final round. So each school needs to submit two songs for the competition, and there is no requirement for one person to lead the singing. If you choose other suitable songs, two or more people can lead the singing."
"Can two people lead the singing?" Ling really didn't know about this matter. After all, she had never participated in a so-called chorus competition before.
"Of course, and some songs require two lead singers. If you really don't like singing, just treat it as me talking to myself. Lingye, I hope to sing with you all over the country. Is that okay?"
Being stared at by a deer-like gaze is simply a violation. Ling also thought so. She couldn't say no, and she had no reason to refuse.
But why did she suddenly participate in the national competition? Was she, the Warrior of Light, too lazy to do her job?
【For a primary school student, campus life should be their main job. 】
Ling seemed to hear some sound vaguely, but she was not sure if it was an illusion.
"Look, Lingye, aren't these flowers beautiful?"
Tomoyo suddenly said, bringing Ling back to her senses. She looked in the direction Tomoyo pointed, and saw the roses on the rose branches that had not yet withered. She didn't know when these flowers stopped withering and bloomed brightly.
Ling also retracted her hand that had just accidentally touched the branches and leaves.
"Yes, it is very beautiful."
The roses blooming in early autumn, against the backdrop of the blue sky, seem to have been forgotten by time.
Blooming in the forgotten season.
Chapter 95 Dream-colored Egg Tarts
"Mom, look, the tomatoes are growing new fruits again!"