Let’s donate to Zhao Youyue

"I never expected Zhao Youyue's family to be so poor. I feel bad for her..." Chen Haoran sighed.

It was now a self-study session. There was no teacher in charge. Therefore, the class was a mess. After all, the monthly test had just ended. Moreover, it was already June. The weather became increasingly hot, the ceiling fans in the class have all been switched on. Under cover of the sound of the ceiling fans, everyone was able to enjoy chatting and relax their tense nerves.

When it was May, Zhao Youyue had participated in the provincial violin competition. She successfully passed the preliminaries. All the judges gave her high comments. They thought that she was that one violinist who respected the original composer the most. She was able to perform the specified music on point. Her skills were superb. She was like a human metronome!