Here it came again. Again.
The students all watched Wang Yan in silence.
At the podium, Lu Qiaochuan struggled to keep his expression under control. "Why?"
"I don't want to participate. Do I need a reason?"
Zhong Bai spoke up from the side. "This is a class activity, Wang Yan. If you don't want to participate, you should at least give us a reason, right?"
"I don't want to dredge up old history, but as far as I'm concerned, this is the same situation as singing an English song during military training—actually, it's even worse. At least memorizing English lyrics lets you learn a couple of words. But putting together an orchestra and performing classical music—how many of us even know how to play an instrument?
"You want to say we can spend money renting instruments from a music store, then have someone teach us. We can cram for it. We don't need to understand it thoroughly; we just need to learn one song. Right? But why should I waste my time and energy cramming for that one song? It's all flash and no substance, completely useless. Wouldn't I be better off spending that time wandering around and taking pictures?
"And don't talk to me about class honor. That kind of honor doesn't offer any tangible benefit. Besides, once you get to middle school, honors like that stop fooling students."
Seeing Lu Qiaochuan fail to keep his expression in check again, while Zhong Bai glared at him unhappily, Wang Yan spread his hands innocently.
"See? I said I wouldn't participate, and that should've been the end of it. But you insisted on asking why and bringing up the whole class-activity thing. Then I gave my opinion, and now you're unhappy—one of you is pulling a face, and the other is