Time is like water, and time is like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, the city game arrived.

The results are still very gratifying, Song Ci is still tied for first, the sketch team is tied for second, and Su Ruoran fell to third, narrowly preserving the qualification.

After the game, several people didn't care about their frustration, and immediately obeyed the command and made program adjustments.

Song Ci's program is mainly novel, and the leaders and teachers weighed it again and again, but did not change it, for fear that it would steal her limelight;

However, the configuration of the accompanying band has been upgraded, and the performance effect is better.

The program of the sketch team has also been retained, the lines of the script have been optimized, the old-fashioned dialect that is too dialectal has been removed, and it has been replaced with a dialect-flavored plastic Mandarin, and some baggage has been added to it, and the laughter is better;

The actors of the sketch team have also been adjusted, except for one of the leading actors, the rest have either been replaced to play supporting roles, or they have been directly replaced by the Municipal Art Troupe and other outstanding players in the county, and they have been substitutes, and the changes are not small.

Su Ruoran was even worse, and the solo program was cut directly. He was transferred to the instrumental ensemble and became a member of it;

The good news is that he's the No. 1 seed in the flute division and still has a small chance to solo himself.

Of course, these are reasonable changes based on the consideration of the competition, not for anyone, and everyone doesn't have much opinion, so they all hurry up and practice.

There are a total of five programs in the city.

In addition to these three, there is also a poem recitation and chorus "Praise to the Motherland", a program of the municipal trade union, which is majestic and very competitive.

The last one is the dance "Walking Stick Dance" rehearsed at the Municipal Children's Palace.

As the name suggests, the crutch is one of the important elements of this dance.

The dancers of all sizes wore white shirts, black tuxedos, black trousers, black leather shoes, black bow ties, black top hats, a civilized stick, and two funny mustaches painted on their lips;

The dancing is uniform, novel and interesting, and there is a good plot design, and the performance effect is no worse than Song Ci's "Wisdom Fight".

Song Ci's favorite is also this relatively novel and modern dance, and she thinks that there is also an old-school Western-style romance and humor, which reminds her of Chaplin and "Sing in the Rain".

During the week of intensive training in the city, Song Ci couldn't help but itch to go to the dance studio several times.

Looking at the large teacher Chaplin, with a group of small black penguins, handsomely playing with crutches, playing with hats, and tap-dancing around chairs, the expressions are all in place, and I feel happy every time I see them.

When she returned to her practice room, she pulled her sparring parents with her, and danced indiscriminately, singing and dancing at the same time, like crazy.

Closing the door, Song Chunan and Li Shengnan also let go of themselves, and the family of three danced wildly and had a lot of fun.

Time is like water, and time is like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, the provincial competition has arrived.

They came to the province in a city chartered bus a day in advance, rested for the night to recuperate, and prepared for the coming war in Japan.

"Song Porcelain, I'm so nervous. "Butterfly

Su Ruoran practiced with his teammates for the last time, and as soon as he disbanded, he came to talk to Song Ci.

The little boy is still the noble and handsome appearance he had before, but his attitude towards Song Ci is much closer.

Maybe it's because of the relationship between my fellow countrymen, so I naturally have more of a sense of identity than others.

"Sleep, don't be nervous when you fall asleep. ”

Song Ci sincerely proposed that she was not the kind of scumbag who only said to drink more hot water.

Su Ruoran was speechless.

He's just so nervous that he can't sleep, okay?

"Give me a hug, give me a lucky kiss, I need encouragement. ”

The little boy unceremoniously opened his arms, held the little man in his arms, and leaned over his face to ask for a kiss.

Song Ci pushed him with disgust.

"Su Ruoran, you are fourteen years old, not four, can you not be so naïve?"

Su Ruoran's face was injured, and she was about to make a gesture while clutching her chest.

Song Ci couldn't stand this drama spirit, and pushed him out:

"If you can't sleep, go find Yan Tao in your team and ask him to bring you a song.

Have you ever heard that saying, it is called a person who does not cry without an erhu, and there is no soul that cannot be sent away by suona. If you listen to Yan Tao play two more songs, you must have slept very peacefully.

It's good to go, don't send it!"

The door of the room closed mercilessly, leaving Su Ruoran, who had nothing to love, and looked at his elusive teammates in horror:

"Why are you here?"

The instrumental musician picked him up and walked away:

"Brothers, don't worry about you. Why don't you tell your brothers about the difficulties, it's too outlandish. Yan Tao hurry up, give our little brother Su a good one!"

Yan Tao took out his beloved horn and replied happily:

"Well, voila!"

Then the dantian sank in anger, and it was an earth-shattering sound to puff up his cheeks.

Su Ruoran felt that her Heavenly Spirit Gai'er was about to fly.

His eyes were blank and he was under the close care of Brother Tao, trying to hold the soul that was about to move......

It's really hard to be alive.