chapter 10

Twelve years ago, Central Private Middle School.

Class 5 of Grade 3 was in a commotion. The art committee member stood on the podium with her face flushed, praying for someone to help her.

Next Friday night is their school's annual anniversary party. Originally, each class had to put on a show, and the show their class had decided on was a folk dance solo performed by the most beautiful girl in their class, Angel.

But just this morning, their class teacher suddenly came to tell her that there were too many programs at the party, and the grade group decided to merge their class's program with the piano solo of Class 1, Grade 2.

Angel, who was proud and arrogant, naturally did not want others to steal her limelight at the party, so she went directly to the art committee and announced a strike.

In a private middle school, all the children there are either rich or noble. Angel made up her mind not to go on stage, and for a while even the teacher had nothing to do with her.

Mainly, the reasons she gave were sufficient.

"How can folk dance be merged with piano solo! This is too weird! I don't want to perform!"

In this way, Angel completely stopped acting.

Thus, there was an anxious scene of the art committee member standing on the podium with a bewildered expression.

Fourteen-year-old Daisy was sitting in the classroom, biting her pen and thinking about a question out of boredom. Suddenly, she felt her deskmate bump into her.

"What's wrong?" Daisy raised her head.

The little girl at the same table came to her side and whispered: "I'm really speechless about Angel. She had to monopolize our class's performance quota before, and she directly made a report and made our sitcom pornographic. Now she says she won't act. It's too bad for the art committee."

"Didn't she say she wanted to dance solo? She didn't want to dance again?"

"Yes, just because the grade group said that she should be combined with the piano solo of Class 1, she won't dance now."

Hearing this, Daisy couldn't help but admire their grade group's brilliant idea of pairing piano with folk dance. It was really theirs.

Daisy turned her pen and listened to the complaints from her deskmate for a while, and occasionally chimed in a few words.

But while she was talking, her deskmate looked at the art committee member who was still on the podium with pity, and sighed, "Oh, why don't you go dance."

Daisy looked at her in astonishment, "Are you kidding me? What are you dancing for? A great dance?"

"Ballet! Haven't you studied it before? I remember studying it for a long time."

"It's been a long time since I've finished elementary school. I haven't learned it since then. It's simply not something people can do. Besides, I'm just a dabbler and I'm still performing on stage. Don't make others laugh."

The deskmate smiled and said a few words to her, but I wonder if the art committee member was too desperate, so that the two people's quiet conversation was not heard by the art committee member.

The art committee member was also desperate. She quickly locked her eyes on Daisy's face, and then walked from the podium to Daisy's seat in three steps and two steps at a time.

Daisy was startled by the art committee member who suddenly appeared in front of her, and then the art committee member began to plead with her in tears.

Daisy had a soft ear to begin with, and the art committee member was usually quiet and quiet, and now he looked pitiful in front of her.

In short, Daisy didn't know why, so she agreed in a daze.

It wasn't until she was dragged to the art classroom by the art committee member after school that she finally woke up.

But before she could break free from the hand of the art committee member and run away, the door of the art classroom in front of them was opened from the inside.

She still remembered that it was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun just poured in from the window, dyeing the whole classroom an orange-red color.

And right in the middle of this orange-red, there was a boy in school uniform sitting in front of the dark brown piano, looking at her calmly from a distance.

Daisy, who originally wanted to escape, somehow felt like his feet were nailed to the spot, unable to move at all.

It wasn't until the art committee member pulled her sleeves for the third time that she was pulled back to the real world.

The person who opened the door for them was the art committee member of Class 1, and the boy sitting inside was naturally the one who performed together with Angel at this party.

Daisy quietly looked at the other party's calm face and thought.

"Hello, you can decide whatever music you want. I can do it." said the boy sitting in front of the piano.

"LetzterTag." Daisy murmured.

The two art committee members were confused, and even the boy looked at Daisy quietly.