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The first half hour of large-scale activities such as theatrical performances is usually boring and boring, and it is not necessary for a principal to speak for twenty or thirty minutes, and he will not stop cooking without telling the motherland about the great rivers and mountains, the beautiful situation, the excellent achievements of the No. 4 Middle School, the hard work of the leaders, and the great opportunities and bright prospects of the students. Huang Zhihua, the principal and secretary of the general party branch of the No. 4 Middle School in his forties and less than 50 years old, was in the prime of life and energetic. Thousands of teachers and students in the audience were drowsy and yawning, but they still had to cooperate with the applause, so painful and painful!

Fortunately, no matter how painful things are, there is a moment in the past, and the passionate and spitting principal's speech has finally reached the stage of the final sprint. Huang Zhihua also rose up to Yu Yong, raised his last breath, and pretended to shout in an almost heart-rending voice:

“…… Dear teachers and students, I believe that the upcoming art show will be unique, splendid and moving, and enthusiastic and unrestrained! May you sing your grand wishes with high singing, show the beautiful scenery of the motherland with beautiful dancing, create a splendid life with youthful vitality, and create a beautiful tomorrow for our school with brilliant talents!

"Finally, I wish our motherland prosperity, and I wish all teachers, students and staff a happy holiday and good health. I wish this art show a complete success!

"Thank you!"

"Papapapa-" Huang Zhihua received the warmest applause since his speech, and even Wang Bo slapped it a few times with hypocrisy.

The resignation of Principal Huang Zhihua. It marks the official start of the art show.

Zhang Xinyue, who was wearing a white dress, and a man with glasses wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a grease and pink face held the microphone and walked on the stage together.

After yesterday's rehearsal screening, more than fifty more than the show. In the end, only 32 programs were able to perform on stage. is probably worried that the two programs of Class 7 will dominate the crowd and grab everyone's attention and dwarf the programs behind. eclipsed, the energetic dancing and solo singing of Class 7 were arranged by the program team on the 28th and 29th. Able to get close to the finale and make a sparkling appearance in the final stage. The actors of Class 7 were naturally elated. Celebrating with a crown, praising the wisdom and martial arts of the program team, but Wang Bo secretly said a pity in his heart, quite helpless.

In the eyes of middle school students, the theatrical performances of middle school students are, of course, relishful and wonderful. But for Wang Bo, there is a "Got Talent", "Dream Show", and "Super Girl". "Super Boy", this show and that show. After watching this song for several seasons, all kinds of talented people have seen countless travelers, and the theatrical performances of middle school students seem too amateurish and naïve. Regardless of the form, content, stage, props, including makeup, they are all extremely simple and cold, and I watched it once during the rehearsal yesterday, and those programs on the stage are almost not attractive to Wang Bo.

Unattractive is on the one hand, on the other hand, his two shows, the earliest original intention was mainly to improve his popularity in the fourth middle school by being in the limelight, so that his versatile reputation could spread far and wide to Liang Ya's ears, and then attract the other party and arouse the other party's interest and attention. This purpose was basically achieved during the rehearsal yesterday, so Wang Bo no longer had the initial expectation of appearing on stage in front of the whole school. Now he can't wait to rank his two shows first and second, finish work early after the performance, finish work early and flash early, and then meet Guan Ping and go to Guan Ping's hometown to eat the full moon wine of "Guan Erye"!

One show after another appeared on the stage, and left the stage, like the serving of a table, one plate after another. The audience "ate" with relish, watched with interest, and then expressed their excitement and joy with bursts of applause. Wang Bo looked sleepy and yawned, although he also applauded, but he was barely reluctant, and his feelings were extremely hypocritical! It was only when Liang Ya's small chorus in the eighth program and Zhong Jiahui's Zang clan in the nineteenth program came to the stage that they were somewhat interested and responded with enthusiastic applause.

Liao Xiaoqing, who was sitting behind Wang Bo, saw Wang Bo's movements clearly. When she saw that Wang Bo was listless when watching the show in front of her, but when it was Liang Ya's turn to take the stage, her face was bright, her eyes were embarrassed, and the applause was strong and powerful, Liao Xiaoqing's heart was gloomy.

But Liao Xiaoqing's gloom didn't last long, and a wave of doubts popped up again. After the small chorus of class 9 Wang Bobo made a show once, after ten programs, when the zang dance of class 8 came to the stage, the sleepy guy was erect again, cheering and applauding energetically. Liao Xiaoqing bowed slightly, looked up into the distance, searched the stage with his eyes, and finally fixed his eyes on the body of Zhong Jiahui, the flower of the eighth class.

Does he still like Zhong Jiahui? But I've never seen him say a word to Zhong Jiahui?!

Liao Xiaoqing rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and found that he was really getting more and more nervous recently.

After the program of Class 8 passed, the "group of ten" of Class 7 began to become a little nervous, especially Tang Jian, Li Dong and Zhou Shuai, who had never been on the stage before, kept saying things like "I'm so nervous! There are still eight programs to come", which further aggravated this tense atmosphere.

Wang Bo's heart was also a little nervous, it was the first time for him to go on such a big stage, and there was a row of leaders who were usually high above and needed to "look up" under the stage. Although he has made a small amount of money now, and he has a "little bit" reputation in the fourth middle school, the master of the fourth middle school is not him, but the person who sits in the first row and usually doesn't see each other. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, based on the memories of his previous life, the inherent impression and perception of this group of people, which brought him some pressure.

Although he was a little nervous in his heart, but after more than 30 years of experience and the city government, his face was consistently calm. When the "group of ten" next to him saw it, he once again began to admire his captain's determination.

When the twenty-fourth show ended and the twenty-fifth was about to play, the program crew began to come over to inform them to change their clothes and prepare for the appearance in advance.

So the "group of ten", under the leadership of Sun Li, began to bend over and hunchback, trotting towards the front from the aisle left between classes. Wang Bo was at the end, but he was not as cautious and sneaky as the previous ones, but walked with his head held high, dignified, and swaggering!

Cheers and applause rang out from somewhere. At first, a few people in the vicinity were cheering and clamoring, and then the cheering and clamor spread everywhere like a contagious disease, spreading rapidly in all directions. In the end, when Wang Bo and the others walked through the crowd and under the stage, the cheers, clamours and applause reached the climax since the start of the show!

"Wang Zi'an—"

"Michael—"

"Encounter—"

“……”

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, shouts and screams rang out one after another.

"What are these students shouting?" asked Principal Huang Zhihua to Liu Jian, the vice principal next to him.

Liu Jian was dozing off, drank some wine at noon, and this kind of art show has to be held once or twice a year, the show is similar, and there is nothing to watch. "I don't know!" Liu Jian shook his head, "Inexplicable!"

"Who is Wang Zi'an? I heard a lot of people shouting Wang Zi'an just now?" Huang Zhihua asked again, deliberately looking back at the thousands of teachers and students behind him, and found that many male and female students even stood up from their seats, made horns with their hands, and put them in front of their mouths and shouted.

"Wang Zi'an, haven't heard of it!" Liu Jian shook his head again, finally sobered up a lot, looked up, and saw that there were more than a dozen men and women next to the stage in front of him who were hurrying through the moon gate leading to the backstage, and the last boy stood on the steps of the moon gate, suddenly turned around and waved his hand to the thousands of teachers and students behind him.

"Wang Zi'an—"

"Michael—"

"Encounter—"

“……”

In an instant, a more intense, storm-like cheers and screams hit Liu Jian's eardrums.

"That, that's Wang Zi'an! Lao Huang, look!" Liu Jian stabbed Huang Zhihua with an inverted crutch, and raised his hand to the moon gate.

"Where?" Huang Zhihua looked in the direction of Liu Jian's finger, the moon gate was empty, and there was no ghost shadow.

"Alas, it's cut (gone), it's gone backstage. Wait for Ha'er!Wait for Ha'er to come out!" Liu Jian sighed regretfully.

The drowsiness is completely gone.

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Liu Jian is played by the book friend "You and Time Are Cool"!(To be continued.) )