Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 159 Art Festival 1_1

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 Art Festival 1_1

The middle schools in the small town didn’t have evening self-study for the first and second years, so students could leave after school.

When school was let out, Mrs. Xia drove to pick up Xia Ningxing and also took her brother along, looking after them with warmth and concern along the way. She asked Ningxing if she could adapt to the new school and if she had been bullied by any classmates, among other things.

If it had been any other child, they might have already been annoyed with their parent, but Xia Ningxing was not. She answered patiently one by one.

She had only recently gained a mother, and she cherished her deeply. She wouldn’t act unthoughtfully like some children did.

"Bao’er, isn’t Xia Jiaojiao in the same class as you?" Mrs. Xia suddenly thought of something, her brows slightly furrowing, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the girl she had seen unintentionally in Class One that morning looked very much like Xia Jiaojiao.

She didn’t give it much thought at the time, but the more she thought about it when she got home, the more something seemed off.

"Mhm." Xia Ningxing didn’t hide anything from her, and there was no need to.

"Isn’t her family in Moli City? Why has she come here to go to school?" Mrs. Xia’s brows furrowed even deeper. When she thought of the feud between their parents, she couldn’t help but worry that the girl might take her grudge out on her precious Bao’er: "Bao’er, has she bullied you at all? If it’s really unbearable, we can talk to the principal about changing classes."

The principal valued her Bao’er so much that changing classes would likely just be a matter of making a request, which would be very easy.

Xia Ningxing blinked her eyes: "Mom, don’t worry. I’m the one who bullies others, not the other way around!"

As if Xia Jiaojiao could bully her, an old hand at this?

She’d take her down when the time came!

Thinking of her daughter’s strength that was greater than the average person’s and her cleverness, Mrs. Xia breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s true."

Her older brother, sitting beside her, suddenly thought of something: "Sister, did you hear? Our school is going to hold an arts festival soon, and I heard we’ve been invited to watch a performance at the city’s central school!"

"Is that so..." Xia Ningxing raised an eyebrow slightly.

She originally thought her brother had just heard some rumors, but the next day at school, the class teacher announced—

"Students, in order to promote traditional culture, our city is going to hold an arts festival at City No. 1 High School in a month. Fortunately, our school has been invited to attend the performance."

"Furthermore, I wonder if there are any students in our class who are talented in the arts. Singing, dancing, and recitation are all acceptable. If you are interested, you can register with the arts commission. I heard that there are cash prizes for the top three winners."

Upon hearing this, the class burst into a heated discussion.

Xia Jiaojiao’s deskmate couldn’t help but say: "Jiaojiao, I’ve heard since you were young that you have learned a variety of instruments, especially proficient in the guzheng. If you sign up, you will surely win a prize and cash!"

"Hmm, I will participate, I’ll do my best to bring honor to our school." Xia Jiaojiao held her chin up slightly, her expression full of pride and superiority, as if she were above the rest.

The classmates around her looked at her with envy and jealousy after hearing this:

"Wow, Jiaojiao, you’ve actually learned the guzheng, that’s amazing, I’m so envious of you, my parents won’t even let me learn these things."

"My parents won’t either."

"Jiaojiao, we’re waiting for you to bring a prize to our school!"

The students from the middle school in the small town were either from the town itself or from the rural areas nearby. In fact, there wasn’t much difference between the town and the countryside, and during these hard times when food was scarce, parents simply wouldn’t send their kids to learn any form of art.

So in the entire class, Xia Jiaojiao was the only one who had learned the arts.