The hard-pressed old blind, in order to keep changing, a lot of more, the first and second days of junior high school can not rest, ask for comfort :)

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The overwhelming applause, cheers and screams resounded for nearly two minutes before they gradually subsided in the impatient frowning of the leaders in the front row and the shouts and stops of the class teachers.

After the applause gradually stopped, the nine people lying on the ground "came back to life". The "ten-member troupe" gathered together, walked away hand in hand, lined up in a row, and bowed to the thousands of teachers and students in the audience to thank them, which attracted a continuous cheer and scream, and this was repeated three times, and the other nine people stepped down one after another.

As soon as the twenty-eighth program passed, the next twenty-ninth program was Wang Bo's solo "Meet". Originally, it was necessary for the host to walk down the stage and report the curtain down. But long before the show, he discussed with Zhang Xinyue, his solo does not need to be announced, and then the energetic dance just now continues to perform, all in one go.

After the other nine people stepped down, Zhang Xinyue trotted up to the stage and brought him the microphone. Wang Bo took off the black felt hat on his head and threw it to Zhang Xinyue, and he didn't get off the stage to change his clothes, but put the white shirt and black tie tied crookedly around his neck that had been completely wet with sweat, his head was tilted back, and his left hand brushed the sweat-stained wet hair back in the shape of a comb, combing a "big back" like Chow Yun-fat's little brother. Then, Wang Bo held the microphone in his hand, gasped softly, smiled, and came to the center of the stage, looking at the thousands of strange teachers and students in the audience, waiting for the music to sound.

The applause and cheers that had just subsided sounded again. Mixed with the screams of many boys and girls:

"Wang Zi'an—"

"Meet—"

Wang Bo held the microphone high and waved it in the direction of shouting his name. His action once again caused the screams of countless students and the distress and "resentment" of countless class teachers - this student in Class 7. Can't you perform honestly? You still play and interact with the audience, and you really think of yourself as a star?!

About half a minute later, a melodious piano sound of "Ding Ding Murmur" came from the four huge speakers arranged in front of the stage, and the prelude of "Encounter" finally sounded with the accompaniment of the "Hu Xiaoqin" piano.

Wang Bo brought the microphone to his mouth, waved to the people in the audience, and said: "A song "Meet", for you who met." All of you you meet, all you meet. I hope you enjoy it. ”

"Hear, winter. of departures;

"I woke up in a certain month of the year.

"I think, I'll wait, I'm looking forward to;

"The future cannot be arranged because of this.

“……”

Of the 32 programs, at least seven or eight were sung. Except for the big chorus, the small chorus. There are also three soloists. These three solo students. Let's not talk about the content of rapping, the typhoon alone obviously has the characteristics of students singing in this era. And most of this feature is imitated by the "singer" in TV:

Basically stand in place, keep your head up, and don't move. The only posture is probably to occasionally close the four fingers of the free left hand with the center of the hand facing up. Place it in your heart and slowly push it out towards the top left. After a while. And slowly launched. A little later, it was slowly rolled out...... And so on and so forth.

In short, it is a push-push! Regular, more than serious, not lively enough.

When Wang Bo sings, it is much more casual, so casual that in the eyes of some teachers and leaders, it is completely "no rules" and "no standing"! The whole stage is like his back garden, and he walks around in the back garden while singing, like a walk. He also doesn't make a gesture of pushing his hand towards the sky, and his left hand, which is not holding the microphone, either hangs down naturally or is half-tucked at his waist, and his five fingers are sometimes naturally bent, and sometimes they are clenched into fists.

But these are not the main differences. The biggest difference between him and the other three solo students is his expression and demeanor when singing. The three students in front of them either kept a serious and solemn expression, or they always kept a bright smile. While solemnly smiling, the eyes of the three students kept looking at the audience and never left.

And Wang Bo is very different from the three people in front of him. While others are staring wide-eyed and making eye contact with the audience, he often has his eyes half-closed, not looking at the audience at all. His expression was sometimes intoxicated, sometimes painful, sometimes sad, and sometimes full of hope. His neck was sometimes raised high, like a swan, and sometimes he was bent and bowed, like an old horse drinking water. An ordinary face, with the ups and downs of the music, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, constantly changing, the expression is rich and colorful! It is hard to imagine that such an ordinary, not much characteristic face, can deduce so many emotions. Countless teachers and students, listening to his songs, looking at his face, he was nervous, they were nervous, he was sad, they were sad, he was in pain, they were in pain. In the faint, melancholy melody, the entire playground, except for the accompaniment and Wang Bo's singing, all sounds disappeared for a while. The entire campus is immersed in Wang Bo's pure, transparent, and ethereal voice, whether happy or sad, sad or melancholy, loaded with heavy loads, and floating with imagination......

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The campus of No. 4 Middle School continued to resound with the standard presiding voice of Zhang Xinyue and Wei Linfeng singing and harmonizing. The following programs continued to be staged, but the enthusiasm and passion of the audience, including their applause, had been exhausted in Wang Bo's "one dance and one song" in which he moved and moved, fell together, and was high and low.

However, regardless of whether the later shows are exciting or not, whether the audience is enthusiastic or listless has nothing to do with Wang Bo. As soon as he finished singing "Meet", he didn't even have time to take off his makeup, so he took a leave of absence from Xiao Jinsong, the head teacher who was full of red light and was excited, and left the school early.

Wang Bo didn't go home, and after taking the car, he rode directly to the rice noodle shop, wanting to see if Guan Ping was in the rice noodle shop. If he is here, he will take Guan Ping home first.

It's not even five o'clock at this time, which is the busiest time of the day for the rice noodle shop. As soon as Wang Bo, who was wearing heavy makeup, entered the rice noodle shop, he was surrounded like monkeys by several employees who were helping Wang Jichang and Zeng Fanyu prepare raw materials. Wang Bo's three aunts were startled when they saw a stranger wearing a tie and a felt hat, but his face was painted green, and he was startled when he found out that it was his nephew.

"Bo'er, you, what are you doing? singing, singing, singing?" The eldest aunt Chao Zhonghui covered her stomach with one hand, pointed to Wang Bo's face with the other, and said with a smile.

"Bo'er, did you go on stage to perform today? This makeup on your face is wow? Which one made you makeup? Is it your teacher? How good and bad is your makeup! How handsome our Bo'er is, but we make you like a ghost! What kind of makeup are you!" Xie Mingfang also said happily, but more complained about Wang Bo's "makeup artist".

Only the "well-informed" aunt Zhong Xiaomin did not laugh at Wang Bo's stage costume, but she only did not laugh, laughed or laughed miserably, and after relieving her breath, she said to the other two: "Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, what do you know?

Some other clerks didn't dare to make jokes about Wang Bo like Wang Bo's three aunts, but when they saw their young owner such a picture of "no one is human, no ghost is not a ghost", they were also happy and laughed crookedly.

As soon as everyone was happy, Wang Bo felt that his choice to go back to the store without removing his makeup first was very wise, and he hurriedly dealt with a few aunts and uncles, went to the backstage to wash his face with soap, and learned that Guan Ping had just left the rice noodle shop for less than five minutes, he hurriedly said goodbye to a few people, rode the car, and ran away.

Guan Ping went home with the front foot, and Wang Bo arrived with the back foot. The moment he saw Wang Bo, two charming dimples suddenly appeared on Guan Ping's face.

"Is the show over?" The little girl looked at Wang Bo, her expression of excitement overflowing.

"I dare to run back before the show is over?" Wang Bo said with a smile. looked around, but didn't find anyone at home, so he took Guan Ping into his arms, and went to kiss the girl's cherry.

As soon as you kiss it, you get out of the fire. Wang Bo's hands around Guan Ping's shoulders began to dip down, and touched the girl's work pants to cover it. The palm of the hand soon became two more elastic roundness. He subconsciously began to knead, and the roundness began to change shape with the strength of his fingers.

Guan Ping's whole body was weak, almost unable to stand on his feet, thinking that he would have to hurry soon, he forcibly sobered himself up, quickly got rid of Wang Bo's somewhat frizzy wolf kiss, leaned his head on his shoulder, gasped and said, "Bo'er, it's not too early, I still have to hurry." ”

Hearing Guan Ping say this, Wang Bo also knew that now was not the time, and secretly said in his heart that it was a pity that he wasted such an opportunity for the two of them to be alone. He held Guan Ping's hot and red pretty face with both hands, opened his bloody mouth, like a cow chewing a peony, and used his lips and tongue together on the bright red lips like flowers, and wreaked havoc for another minute or two, only to kiss Guan Ping so much that his whole body was weak, and his face was so red that he was about to drip blood, so he gave up.

"Pingping, who sang and danced today, sweated all over her body and stinked to death. I'll go to the bathroom to take a shower, change my clothes, and then we'll leave right away, okay?" Wang Bo said.

"Hmm!" Guan Ping nodded, her little chest fell together, and she didn't come back to her senses in the excitement with Wang Bo just now.

"You're tired all day today, do you want to wash with me?" The girl's pretty appearance made Wang Bo teasing again.

Guan Ping was so frightened like a rabbit that she took three steps back, and said with a shocked face: "I...... I came back at noon and took a shower. In the afternoon, Sister Xin didn't let me do anything. ”

"Hee-hee, no wonder you smell so good. Then I'm going to take a shower. Wang Bo grinned, snorted deliberately, went back to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

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This chapter was supposed to be sent tomorrow, and it was specially added to celebrate your birthday, woo woo woo...... I'm running out of manuscripts...... (To be continued.) )