Qin Xianyun moved like lightning. He quickly withdrew his Genuine Qi after transferring it into Bu Feiyan's Yuzhen acupoint. Many people in the class saw Qin Xianyun running around the classroom and looked at him strangely, but no one saw his hand touch Bu Feiyan's body. In fact, even if someone saw it, they would at most see Qin Xian Yun's hand passing over Bu Fei Yan's head.
Although Qin Xian Yun had just pointed lightly, he had used almost 70% of his power, which was why he was able to open Bu Fei Yan's blocked acupoints. With the help of his genuine Qi, Bu Feiyan's body trembled slightly. Her meridians were connected and the pain between her eyebrows disappeared. Although she had not opened her eyes, Qin Xianyun knew that Bu Feiyan would not be in danger.
He walked out of the classroom in a relaxed manner. He wasn't worried that Bu Feiyan would find out that he was the one who helped her. For those who had also cultivated Genuine Qi, they could easily feel the other party's aura and determine the level of the other party's cultivation. However, the Ethereal Mysterious Art that Qin Xianyun cultivated did not have this restriction. The genuine Qi formed by the Ethereal Mysterious Art was erratic and indistinct. As long as it was concealed well, even people with higher cultivation than Qin Xian Yun would not be able to easily see the depth of his genuine Qi. Therefore, even if Bu Feiyan was suspicious of him, as long as he did not reveal his martial arts in front of Bu Feiyan, Bu Feiyan could not be sure that the person was Qin Xian Yun.
When Qin Xianyun returned to the classroom and sat down, Teng Qing suddenly leaned over and asked curiously,"Xianyun, why did you run to the back of the classroom just now and take such a big detour?”
"Teacher was still in front just now, so I couldn't have rushed out before him." Qin Xianyun laughed.”
"There's nothing wrong with going before him! I can't stand this old fellow. If Bu Feiyan hadn't suddenly come in, I'd be sure you'd suffer.”When talking about Bu Feiyan, Teng Qing still couldn't forget that she was late for such a long time and only came to the teacher's office when the second period was about to end. Thus, she asked in a low voice,"Xianyun, why do you think Bu Feiyan came so late?”
"I'm not a worm in her stomach, how could I know this?" Qin Xianyun laughed.”
Teng Qing smiled awkwardly. He knew that Qin Xianyun definitely didn't know, but he couldn't help but ask.
"If you really want to know why she came so late, you can go and ask her yourself later, can't you?" Qin Xianyun said.”
"Ask her?" Teng Qing's mouth quivered as she shook her head and said,"I don't dare to hit a nail on the head. Besides, I don't have any reason to approach her. Then it would be strange if she didn't treat me as a fool!”
" It's easy to find an excuse." Qin Xianyun smiled and suddenly took out a jade pendant that was only a finger wide from her pocket."After the class meeting is over, you can take the opportunity to return this pendant to her and talk to her again.”
"What is this?" Teng Qing took it and saw that the pendant was engraved with the words "Flying Smoke", and the thread that was stringing the pendant had already broken.
"Is this hers? Xianyun, where did you pick it up?”Teng Qing's heart is filled with joy as he says cheerfully.
"I accidentally found it under the corner of the corridor when I went out just now." Qin Xianyun nodded. This time, if you return this pendant to her, you will have a chance to get close to her. As long as the two of you get to know each other properly, it'll be much more convenient for you to ask her about anything else, not just why she's late.”
There was a reason why Qin Xianyun dared to say this. If Bu Feiyan knew that she was the only one who passed by her at the critical moment, she would definitely be curious about him. In the class, she was only in close contact with Teng Qing. Bu Feiyan wanted to confirm if he had helped her. If she didn't ask him face to face, she could only ask Teng Qing to find out more about him. Moreover, just now when he turned around to look at Bu Feiyan, He noticed that Bu Fei Yan, who had recovered from her injuries, was looking at him with a strange gaze.
However, Immortal Qin Yun wasn't very sure that Bu Feiyan would answer Teng Qing. He wasn't even fifty percent sure. The reason why he was so sure was to increase Teng Qing's confidence and courage to approach Bu Feiyan.
Sure enough, after Teng Qing heard Qin Xian Yun's words, he immediately said happily,"Really?" However, after his joy subsided, he immediately asked in puzzlement,"What if she takes back the pendant and doesn't answer me? At that time, wouldn't I lose all my face?”
Qin Xianyun smiled." Why do you care so much about your face if you want to chase a girl? As long as there's a 10% chance, you should rush up. Otherwise, it'll be too late to cry!"”At this moment, Qin Xianyun could only cheer Teng Qing on.
Hearing this, Teng Qing was indeed tempted. He lowered his head and thought for a while. Finally, he made up his mind and said,"Alright, I'll listen to you and try it once.”
"This is what a man should be like." Qin Xianyun was smiling, but suddenly, her smile disappeared and she turned to look at the door.
Teng Qing noticed the look in Qin Xianyun's eyes and realized that the classroom had become much quieter. He couldn't help but look at the door. It was their homeroom teacher, Mei Yijun, who had walked in.
Mei Yijun was dressed casually today. She was wearing a white shirt and a pair of casual pants. She slowly stood on the podium and stretched out her slender and fair fingers to support her glasses. She smiled and said,"Students, I asked the class monitor to inform everyone to stay today because I have two more important things to say.”
Mei Yijun paused and glanced at the class. Seeing that they were all listening, she continued,""The first thing is the welcoming party of our art college. Because of the military training for half a month after school started, the welcoming party was postponed to the next Friday night. The academy has stipulated that each class of our Music Department must have at least four performances. I wonder if everyone has the confidence to complete the task assigned by the academy?”
" Yes..." As soon as Mei Yijun finished speaking, many students showed eager expressions. The most important thing for music students was to show off their talents through performance. With the opportunity of the welcoming party, everyone was naturally willing to go and train. In addition, if their class couldn't even perform four programs, they would definitely be laughed at. Therefore, when everyone heard that there was going to be a program, they were especially enthusiastic. There were even a few students who complained that there were too few programs. If all the programs were booked, they would be even more willing.
Mei Yijun nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile,""I believe in everyone's ability. This matter will be jointly handled by Class President Lian Xiaoying and Arts Committee Member Mo Ningfeng.”At this point, her eyes seemed to intentionally and unintentionally glance at Qin Xianyun, who was sitting silently in her seat.
Qin Xianyun thought Mei Yijun was going to give her another mission, so she quickly lowered her head and turned her face away.
However, Mei Yijun didn't make things difficult for him this time. Her eyes swept past Qin Xianyun and then she said,""I won't talk about the welcoming party anymore. What I want to talk about now is the second matter. This morning, I received a notice from the school that the University of Henelus in Australia will send a delegation to our school on the 15th of next month. Most of the delegation will be first-year music students from Henelus University. They will have an exchange and joint art activity with our first-year music students. There are three classes in our music department, and each class will send ten representatives. The school takes this matter very seriously, so our class can't be negligent when sending a representative. One of our ten candidates has been decided. He is our new classmate, Qin Xian Yun.”
Hearing Mei Yijun say that Qin Xianyun had already been decided, almost all the students in the class exclaimed in low voices. For a moment, there was a commotion below. In fact, not only were they surprised, but even Qin Xianyun herself was a little surprised. She thought that Mei Yijun would not make things difficult for her today, but she did not expect trouble to come. Qin Xianyun didn't want to participate in these activities, not because he was afraid that his performance would be bad and damage the school's honor, but because he had more important things to do in school. If he got caught up in these things, when would it end?
Teng Qing looked at Qin Xianyun's dejected expression and asked in surprise,"Xianyun, this is a good opportunity. You should be happy to participate!”Teng Qing was indeed happy for Qin Xianyun after hearing Mei Yijun's words, but he didn't understand why Qin Xianyun wasn't interested.
Qin Xianyun smiled bitterly and was about to speak when Mei Yijun said,""Everyone, please don't have any objections. Student Qin Xian Yun was personally appointed by the principal and our academy's dean. Although everyone is not very familiar with Student Qin Xianyun, they should believe in the vision of the principal and the dean, right? In addition, the other nine candidates would be elected after the welcoming party.”
'So it was those two old fellows who did this. I've wronged Mei Yijun,' Qin Xianyun thought.
Seeing that it was nominated by the principal and the dean, no one had any objections. After all, Xu Xiulin and Pu Yanjun were not the kind of leaders who would disregard the reputation of the school in everyone's eyes, and everyone had seen Qin Xianyun's ability.
However, although most of the students had no objections, there was one person whose eyes were burning with anger. He looked at Qin Xianyun with burning eyes. This person was none other than the Arts and Culture Committee Member, Mo Ningfeng, who was sitting on the right side of Qin Xianyun…
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