After running home, Xiao Zhen was naturally out of breath, and picked up the big kettle at home, filled a whole glass of water, and drank it in one go. It's really a life of nine deaths, but fortunately, it's good luck to save the day in the end, Xiao Zhen thought.

But what about tomorrow? What if you hide today, what about tomorrow?

And Lao Wu happened to come over, and when he saw Xiao Zhen's appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks, he asked, "Baby son, what's wrong?"

"No, not much," Xiao Zhen said.

"Let's talk about it, maybe I can solve your problem?" Since Lao Wu felt that Xiao Zhen had encountered a problem, he naturally wouldn't just let Xiao Zhen pass the test, so he continued.

"There's no problem, Dad, don't think about it, I still have to do my homework. Xiao Zhen said with a little dissatisfaction.

"Oh, that's good, if you have any questions, remember to tell me. After Lao Wu finished speaking, he went out, lit a cigarette and thought on the side: Is it a wrong guess?

Xiao Zhen sat there and thought to himself: I can't let my father know about this. After all, if Lao Wu knew about this matter, he would not get the school to make a fuss. However, Xiao Zhen still didn't figure out how to get it in the end. Just as the fourth-grade Chinese textbook fell off the shelf, the chapters of "Haiyan" came into view. The words "Let the storm come more violently" were immediately engraved into Xiao Zhen's mind again. It seems that tomorrow can only be a little more agile in action, and it is really not possible to ask Xiaojie to see what can be done.

Putting aside the troubles, Xiao Zhen quickly completed the homework, made some corrections to the mini four-wheel drive, and debugged and applied lubricating oil before drinking milk, brushing his teeth, washing his feet and sleeping.

However, in bed, Xiao Zhen always tosses and turns and can't sleep, on the one hand, the sound of grandma's TV seems to be turned on relatively loud that day, so from time to time there are some sound effects of TV series scenes; In the middle of the night, the real mother came over to check if Xiao Zhen had turned over the quilt, but found that Xiao Zhen was not asleep yet, so she asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just lie down. Xiao Zhen said.

And Xiao Zhen's mother repeatedly felt the temperature of Xiao Zhen's forehead with her hands, ensuring that Xiao Zhen did not have a cold and fever before relieving her heart and continuing to sleep.

After turning off the light, Xiao Zhen began to think crankily again, after all, he really couldn't think of what kind of thing Curly would do tomorrow. Forget it, whatever, sleep well first, what should I do tomorrow if I don't have the energy? So Xiao Zhen forcibly started counting sheep to sleep mode. 1，2，3…… 722,723,Counting the little truth is a successful sleepland.,But the next day when I got up, my spirit was still not very good.,After all,It's usually a stable sleep of about 10 hours.,And this day it's a five-fold discount.。

However, what I didn't expect was that as soon as I came to the school, I saw Curly Mao greet him and read to the manuscript in his hand: "Wu Zhenzhen, I was wrong, I was really excited yesterday, I shouldn't disrespect your thoughts, I love music, so I understand your mentality when I degraded your four-wheel drive yesterday." I'm sorry, but please forgive me. ”

"This ...... It's a bit too late, and I'm also wrong, knowing that you're angry and continuing to fight with you, it's my fault. Xiao Zhen said, but since he was a child, his real expression can clearly feel inexplicable. After a pause for a few seconds, Xiao Zhen understood that there must be a story afterwards.

"Well, but it's mostly because of me, and I'm a little too paranoid. Curly said.

"Alright, alright, that's it. Xiao Zhen said.

"Eun, by the way, can you call me next time you go to find Xiaomeng, I'll just say a word to her, just a word. Curly said.

"No problem, it's just after this choir competition, by the way, what's the matter with this wound on your body?" Xiao Zhen asked again.

"Haha, we accidentally fell down in the back, and the road was slippery in the rain. Another classmate took over and said.

"Oh, then you walk carefully, it's almost time to read early and be late, hurry up and get in. Xiao Zhen said.

So the three of them immediately accelerated and rushed to the classroom.

Life has entered a calm again, and the intensive training of the choral competition is getting tighter and tighter, and almost everyone has successfully memorized the lyrics of "School Song" and "Singing the Motherland", but there is still something that grabs the beat in the process of singing, and there are always a few students who will be one or two seconds faster for each lyric, and a few students will be a few seconds slower to cause the sound effect of the chorus to be affected. At this time, the function of the mobile phone recorder was still very weak, so only the music teacher and Mr. Peng could determine the method based on experience. However, in the end, the time for everyone to react after hearing the melody will still be different, and if you listen closely, you will always hear a few abrupt sounds that affect the chorus effect of the class. But it's a lot better than the one second or so at the beginning.

When it came to the grade rehearsal, Xiao Zhen found that the "Snail" sung by Xiao Meng's class was not handled very well, because there was a very difficult treble part in "Snail", so the effect of the scene was very bad, although Xiao Meng's piano played no problem, but everyone's treble time was not synchronized, making the whole song very bad. The other three classes were all selected for "Singing the Motherland", and the performance was almost the same in terms of overall comparison.

And in the chorus, Xiaozhen also found that as the time for everyone to pronounce the melody gets closer and closer, the reverberation effect of the chorus will get better and better. And as the chorus effect gets better and better, the day of the competition is approaching.

On the morning of the choir competition, Ms. Peng borrowed 59 sets of white shirts and black pants selected according to the height and body shape of the students in the class, so that the children could find time to change at noon to wait for the choir competition to be held at 2 p.m. At half past one in the afternoon, I had to come to the classroom and walk to the big playground in advance to stand in line, because this activity was participated by more than 1,000 people in the whole school, so it took a long time to stand in line.

In order to make the game more dramatic, the way of drawing lots is adopted, and each class number of the whole school has set up a paper ball in the cardboard box in front of the principal, and every time the previous group of contestants comes to the stage, the next group of contestants will be selected by drawing lots to remind the next group of contestants to be ready. In the first group, the homeroom teacher of a class in the fourth grade volunteered to be the first to perform.

So, at noon that day, Xiao Zhen went home and changed his clothes without taking a nap, and came to school 30 minutes early. After a short break, Mr. Peng came to the podium and said, "Okay, now it's time to test our training during this time. First of all, let me say that the class I led before won at least the second prize in this choir competition, so you guys should behave better, don't let me break this example. “