enjoyebooks Chapter 3 unlocks the first last wish.
Chapter 3 unlocks the first last wish.
After registration and payment, students receive their textbooks and stationery. The stationery consists of a dedicated musical notation workbook, along with pencils, pens, erasers, correction fluid, and the like—everything is provided. While the supplies are complete, the registration fee is quite high, far beyond the reach of ordinary families, thus disqualifying them from attending.
Xie Anran stood quietly to the side waiting, while Liu Xiaoli handled all the procedures. It was clear that Liu Xiaoli had extensive connections here; she spoke with the teacher in charge of registration in a familiar and natural manner, her every move exuding familiarity, as if she were a regular customer.
In just over ten minutes, all the procedures were completed. Afterward, Xie Anran followed the teacher to the classroom, while Xie Weimin, Zhang Yun, and Liu Xiaoli stood not far away, their eyes following him until Xie Anran entered the classroom and disappeared behind the door. Only then did the three of them slowly turn their gaze away.
"Sister Xiaoli, thank you so much for today," Zhang Yun said sincerely, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"You're being too polite. Don't stand on ceremony with me." Liu Xiaoli smiled and put her arm around Zhang Yun's arm, her tone affectionate. "Don't worry, Anran is a very clever child. She'll definitely adapt to here and everything will be fine."
"Xiaoli, you really know how to talk," Xie Weimin teased with a smile.
"Xie Weimin, I wasn't just being polite." Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes at him, her tone becoming serious. "An Ran's eyes are unusually quiet, unlike other children, they exude a maturity beyond her years."
Xie Weimin and Zhang Yun were both taken aback. They subconsciously recalled what Liu Xiaoli had said and found that it was indeed true. Since being discharged from the hospital, Xie Anran had become exceptionally calm. Except for occasionally causing a ruckus when it came to learning music, she never asked for snacks, ran around mischievously, or begged to buy delicious food whenever she saw it.
The two exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt rising in their hearts, and they couldn't help but start to reflect: Could it be... that Xixi is really that important to An Ran?
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Xie Anran had already entered the classroom, and the teacher smiled and asked him to come to the podium to introduce himself.
"Hello everyone, my name is Xie Anran." Xie Anran stood on the podium, her tone calm, her gaze sweeping lightly over the thirty or so little children in the classroom. The children were all dressed very well, clearly from middle-class families, and their demeanor alone revealed that they had been raised in affluent circumstances.
"Let's all clap our hands to welcome Anran to our class!" The teacher smiled and led the applause, speaking in a gentle tone.
The students below the stage clapped along. One of the girls, who had delicate features, seemed particularly happy and even secretly waved to him, her eyes full of joy.
Xie Anran glanced at the little girl and knew without a doubt that the waving girl was Qianqian. "This little girl is indeed pretty... but for some reason, I have a strange feeling that she looks familiar." He pondered to himself.
"Anran, you can sit next to Anfeng," the teacher said, pointing to the empty seat next to Xixi.
"Oh... An Feng?" Xie Anran was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the little girl waving at him—come to think of it, this was the first time he had ever heard of her real name. An Feng? An Ran? The two names differed by only one character; quite a coincidence.
"Come on, come on, sit here!" Qianqian smiled broadly as Xie Anran approached, patting the empty seat next to her to greet him warmly.
"Mmm." Xie Anran responded softly, feeling a little uncomfortable with the girl's straightforward enthusiasm.
In his view, childhood sweethearts were ultimately just fleeting things. He had a childhood sweetheart in his past life too; the girl used to follow him everywhere, very clingy. But in junior high, they gradually drifted apart, and later he moved away, and that so-called childhood sweetheart relationship simply faded away.
The lifelong childhood sweethearts depicted in novels, movies, and anime are ultimately rare occurrences, especially in a big city like Jiangcheng. Perhaps the two families are still on good terms this year, but next year, various trivial matters could cause them to become complete strangers.
Therefore, Xie Anran remained calm in the face of the girl's enthusiasm—neither deliberately getting close nor deliberately rejecting her, just maintaining basic politeness.
"Are you feeling any better? I was so worried when I heard you were sick!" The little girl started chattering away, her voice full of genuine concern.
Xie Anran nodded absentmindedly, fragmented memories flashing through his mind: the two used to be very close, and had even built their secret hideout in his family's warehouse using cardboard boxes. Once, they hid there playing and lost track of time. His parents and Qianqian's mother were so worried they almost called the police. When they were finally found in the warehouse, Xie Anran received a solid beating, while Qianqian only received a few light scoldings.
It was precisely this shared experience of hardship that made their friendship exceptionally strong. Considering this, Xie Anran softened her tone and replied earnestly, "I'm fine now."
"That's good!" The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, then pursed her lips and said smugly, "Listen carefully in class later, and you can ask me if you don't understand anything. The teacher praised me for being smart!"
"You're amazing," Xie Anran said softly, following her words without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.
"Haha, you have great taste!" Sisi's eyes crinkled into crescents as she smiled. Only when the teacher coughed lightly to signal for quiet did she quickly shut her mouth, pick up her pen properly, and adopt a serious listening posture.
Xie Anran secretly breathed a sigh of relief—finally, it was quiet. He then took out his textbooks and notebooks, preparing for class.
But as he calmed down and carefully wrote down the first word, the scroll in his mind suddenly gave a prompt: the countdown to the start of his studies had officially begun. Only then did he realize that the ninety lessons were indeed being calculated from the moment he truly began to study seriously.
Today is January 9th. The training course has one class a day, which lasts either a morning or an afternoon. There is only one day off per week, except for a short break of about half a month during the Spring Festival. At this rate, we should be able to complete these 90 class hours by the end of April.
"Huh? Why did the countdown stop... Oh my god." Xie Anran was stunned for a moment, looked down at the scattered words on the notebook, and quickly realized that the countdown would stop as soon as she was distracted.
He immediately regained his focus, re-attentively listening to the lecture and diligently taking notes. Sure enough, the countdown in his mind started again. It seemed that he had to listen attentively to every single one of these ninety lectures and take thorough notes, without allowing himself to be distracted in the slightest.