Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 87

After the morning self-study, Su Miaomiao and Xie Jingyuan also came back from their morning exercises.

Yu Le leaned over excitedly, “Miaomiao, did you bring your costume?”

Su Miaomiao: “What costume?”

Yu Le whispered, “It’s the clothes for the party. Wang Min is going to do the peacock dance. She also brought a dancing skirt, which is so pretty.”

Su Miaomiao shook her head, she didn’t think of it, and the priest didn’t remind her.

Gu Jialing suddenly poked his head from behind, glared at her and said, “We don’t have any costumes to wear, so don’t try to be special.”

Su Miaomiao raised her hand to grab his hair, but Gu Jialing quickly avoided it.

Yu Le said in regret, “You will look really good in ancient clothes.”

Xie Jingyuan: “Participation is the most important part of performance, not clothing.”

Yu Le looked at him, suddenly realized, and muttered in a low voice, “You just don’t want everyone to see Miaomiao dressed like that.”

After finishing speaking, she laughed and left.

Xie Jingyuan remained expressionless.

Su Miaomiao stared at him for a while, and then dispelled the suspicion aroused by Yu Le. Everyone didn’t know what her relation was with the Taoist master, but he just didn’t think an explanation was necessary.

After lunch, the students in each class quickly returned to the classroom, moving tables and blowing balloons, and the classrooms in the corridors were full of festive atmosphere.

Su Miaomiao was not interested in decorating the classroom, and stayed with Yu Le in the corridor to talk. Class monitor Xie Jingyuan, discipline committee member Xu Shou, and enthusiastic classmate Gu Jialing were all there to help.

“Look!” Yu Le suddenly bumped into Su Miaomiao’s arm.

She followed her gaze and turned her head, and saw Wang Min come back from the toilet, wearing a green dance dress.

Wang Min was quite pretty, but she was even more eye-catching in a sequin skirt (glittery). Wherever she and the two girls around her passed by, all the classmates would turn their heads in amazement.

Su Miaomiao was not interested in Wang Min’s face, she just stared at the sequins on her skirt.

Yu Le thought she was envious, and sighed, “Who made your guy so possessive? He didn’t want other male students to see your good figure.”

The surroundings were too lively, and Yu Le’s voice was so low that Su Miaomiao couldn’t hear clearly, “What did you say?”

Just as Yu Le was about to repeat it, Xie Jingyuan came out at the door of the classroom, swept his gaze, and walked toward them.

Yu Le never had a chance, and walked away wisely, leaving Su Miaomiao to Xie Jingyuan.

He felt that Yu Le’s eyes were wrong, and asked Su Miaomiao, “What were you talking about?”

Su Miaomiao pointed to Wang Min who had already walked near Class 10, “Her skirt is so pretty.”

Xie Jingyuan glanced and then looked away.

On the opposite side, when Wang Min noticed that Xie Jingyuan was looking at her, her heart started beating faster and throbbing nervously.

She knew that she couldn’t grab Su Miaomiao’s man, and she didn’t want to, but Xie Jingyuan was so good, she really liked him.

 However, Xie Jingyuan just glanced at her skirt lightly, so fast that maybe he only knew that her skirt was green.

Looking at Xie Jingyuan’s slender figure that almost covered Su Miaomiao, as if only Su Miaomiao could approach him in that life, Wang Min bit her lip and went to talk to Fang Jing as if nothing had happened.

Su Miaomiao kept staring at Wang Min’s skirt until she entered the classroom.

Xie Jingyuan couldn’t agree with her aesthetics. That kind of sequins could only remind him of the colorful crystal door curtains used in Grandpa and Grandma Su’s house.

The class meeting officially began.

The class teacher was pulled over from the office by two male students, and sang “My Chinese Heart” with a smile before leaving.

When he was not there, the students got more open-minded. Facts had proved that the top students were not all the nerds in the legend. Singing pop songs was considered ordinary.

The boy who usually seemed to be quiet, actually came to do a hip-hop dance.

Wang Min’s Peacock Dance was the penultimate program.

When she walked to the center of the field, the students in Class 9 fell silent, listening to the melodious melody and admiring Wang Min’s dancing posture.

Both Xie Jingyuan and Xu Shou lowered their eyes, like two Taoist masters coming down the mountain for the first time.

Gu Jialing looked at the students watching the show one by one, imagining that he would make all the students bow down to his singing voice later.

Only Su Miaomiao, with her chin in her hands, followed Wang Min’s figure intently, her eyes reflecting every twinkle of those sequins.

At the end of the dance, the students applauded enthusiastically, not only affirming Wang Min, but also looking forward to the grand finale.

The group of four from Qingxu Temple stood up.

Xie Jingyuan first placed Su Miaomiao’s guqin in the middle of the podium. After Su Miaomiao sat down, he stood at the bottom left of the podium holding the flute, and Xu Shou placed the big drum at the bottom right of the podium.

The three of them settled down, and Gu Jialing took the microphone and walked to the center, which was in the middle of the open space in front of the podium.

Gu Jialing cleared his throat and smiled mysteriously at his classmates.

He was handsome, and when he smiled, some of the female students held their faces with their hands, and some lowered their heads as if they were shocked by electricity.

Gu Jialing raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Su Miaomiao plucked the strings.

The sound of the guqin was like running water, and it only sounded for two or three seconds before a short and clear flute sound came.

It was like a quiet and uninhabited mountain forest, with streams flowing and birds chasing.

“Oh my God, I’m getting goosebumps!” A girl crossed her arms excitedly.

When everyone’s eyes were still focused on Su Miaomiao and Xie Jingyuan, Gu Jialing started singing.

His voice was clear, and he sounded like a young boy, but when he started singing, what he uttered was a thick and unrestrained middle-aged male voice.

“Ahhhh!”

“This is like Huang Zhan’s voice! I’ve seen the video of him singing ‘A Laugh from the Cang Hai’ in concert, and it’s exactly the same!”

“That’s right, that’s him, the lyricist of this song!”