In Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, no one did not envy Xu Qingzhou.
His appearance is not sharp, but he has a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, with slightly raised ends, and a gentle smile even when he is not smiling.
The only drawback is that he never gets too close to others, he just sits in the corner and solves math problems.
It just so happens that such a person can securely sit at the top of the science grade every time he takes an exam.
Therefore, when Lin Zhixia saw him for the first time, her first thought was:
"Does this kind of person have any hobbies other than studying?"
It seems that there is indeed a bit of contrast.
On the rooftop of Yizhong after dusk, Xu Qingzhou sat in front of the drum set, his wrists flying, the drum sticks drawing curves in the air, the drum beats falling like dense rain, and the rhythmic sound shook the earth.
As the tempo became faster and faster, this talented young man also made mistakes in a section where the beat was changed.
"Fuck." Xu Qingzhou cursed secretly, gritted his teeth and prepared to start again.
"???"
Lin Zhixia, who had just come up to blow the wind, was stunned.
Then she changed her mind, raised the corners of her mouth mischievously, crept close to Xu Qingzhou, and leaned into his ear:
"Wow, Xu Qingzhou, the gentle academic god that all the girls in the school are chasing after, it turns out you still have this side~"
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