Painter×Ballet Dancer
Xu Yan×Lin Jiashu
*+ "I met you again. I believe that if I never forget you, there will be a response."
When the senior high school students entered the stage, there was constant applause from the audience, and it was all the high school students who were cheering. +
"Xu Yan, so handsome!" A boy roared from the back row of Class 3 (3), followed by an even louder round of applause.
Lin Jiashu couldn't help but glance at Xu Yan secretly. He seemed to be aware of it. He said softly in a voice that only two people could hear: "Don't be distracted, your steps will be messed up."
The voice was very nice. Lin Jiashu listened to his words and immediately stopped peeking. He retracted his eyes and looked straight ahead. But her sense of rhythm is very good, how could she make mistakes when walking?
*+The popsicles melted a little in the hot room temperature and dripped down her hands to the ground. She was a little confused. What should she do? Did you throw it away? Wouldn't it be a bit rude? After all, it was someone else's treat.
Lin Jiashu glanced at Xu Yan quietly and found that Xu Yan was looking at the melted popsicle in his hand playfully.
"While the sports meeting was held perfectly, we also want to announce a piece of good news. The art organizing committee of our school would like to congratulate Lin Jiashu, a senior class 2 student, for winning first place in this year's provincial ballet competition. Congratulations to Lin Jiashu, and now invite Lin Jiashu to come to the podium to receive the award."
Lin Jiashu was a little surprised when she heard her name. Why was there an award... She didn't know. Glancing at the melting popsicle in her hand, she didn't know what to do. In a panic, she turned her eyes to Xu Yan.
Xu Yan smiled helplessly, walked towards her, stretched out his hand, "Give it to me." He took the melted half of the popsicle from Lin Jiashu. Lin Jiashu lowered his head and spoke in a small, soft voice. After saying "Thank you", he ran to the podium.
The girl on the podium is receiving praise from the principal. Her short hair makes her face look delicate.
The popsicles melted and lost their shape, dripping down to the ground along Xu Yan's hand. He put the popsicles into the bag used to pack them, picked up the bag and some garbage thrown by others on the ground, and threw them into the trash can.
Xu Yan touched his sticky fingers and looked at Lin Jiashu on the podium, with an unknown emotion in his heart.
Demining:
1. Newcomers write articles with slow pace and poor writing skills.
2. The male protagonist has a girlfriend in the early stage
Concept: poetry for young girls