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Today is Tuesday, and during the evening self-study period from 7 to 9 p.m., the ten-member troupe rehearsed dance at Wang Bo's house as usual.

Although many of them are still stiff and their dance steps are naïve, and there is still a considerable distance compared with his level, Wang Bo is not ready to continue to train, and begins to turn on the TV, compare the VCD, and conduct overall rehearsals! If you want to be proficient and perfect in any skill, unless you are a peerless genius, you must practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, and you can practice it for months and years of repeated practice, and it can be achieved in a few days. For this kind of one-time entertainment program, there is no need to be too demanding, just get by.

Besides, the main attraction of Jackson's famous dance, which has been imitated by countless people, is not the backup dance, but his protagonist in the middle! At that time, as long as he plays normally and does not have cramps in his hands and feet, the performance will be successful, and the sensation of the whole school will be just around the corner!

Before everyone left, Wang Bo called Sun Li and Liao Xiaoqing, who were putting on shoes at the door.

"Xiaoqing, help me ask Lao Xiao for leave tomorrow. Sun Li, this is the key to my house, I won't come to rehearse with you tomorrow, you can take everyone to practice together. Wang Bo said to the two of them, took out the key to the security door and handed it to Sun Li.

"Ah, Wang Bo, are you taking leave again? What do you have to do tomorrow?" Liao Xiaoqing was a little surprised, but his expression was very relaxed. With a joking tone, it can be said that the "reluctance" when Wang Bo asked her to help ask for leave can be said to be the same as the two of them.

"Hehe, business!" Wang Bo smiled. "Isn't there another show for this art show? I originally planned to play and sing on the guitar, but considering the live effect, I finally decided to sing. But I don't have an accompaniment for this song, so I need to get an accompaniment. Tomorrow is to go to Chengshi to accompany the song. ”

"Cut! If you want to steal and play tricks, you can't find a better reason! If you don't have to accompany you, you go to the video store on the main street to buy it!

The rest listened. reacted immediately, and carried out "ridicule" and "crusade" against him together, of course, there were also those who envied Wang Bo and asked him to drink boiled water together.

Wang Bo smiled bitterly. These people, to be honest, no one believed them, spread their hands, and said a little innocently: "Do I really go to Chengshi to get an accompaniment tape? I'm sure I bought it. But there's really not there. I can't buy the accompaniment tape for this song all over China, so I need to find a professional to remake it. ”

"Bragging doesn't make drafts! What kind of songs, can't be bought in the whole of China?" Li Junfeng coaxed, his tone with a hint of disdain.

Others also felt that Wang Bo was exaggerating. Only Sun Li, who had just put on her socks and changed back into her shoes, twisted her eyebrows, and suddenly said, "Wang Bo, it can't be a song you wrote yourself, right?"

Wang Bo immediately gave Sun Li a thumbs up. His face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said: "It's still the 'chairman' who understands me! I recently wrote a new song with a feeling, and I just finished filling in the lyrics last night." After dancing at the National Day Parade. I'm going to sing this song. ”

When Wang Bo said this, everyone was surprised. For these high school students, being able to play the guitar and play musical instruments is a very "unattainable" skill. This guy is good, he can sing and dance, and now he says he can write songs, does he want people to live? Or is there anything he can't?

When they looked at Wang Bo's gaze, there was an instant change, full of shock and incredulity. Everyone, including Sun Li herself, didn't expect Wang Bozhen to write songs - that's writing songs, not writing essays!

Xu Jing, who had already gone down a few steps of stairs, ran up again, asking Wang Bo to hurry up and "sing" and sing it for everyone to listen to.

Tang Jian said "Damn!", threw away the half-worn Nike sneakers, and didn't leave, asking Wang Bo to sing and listen quickly, he wanted to score on the spot. He is also a pop music lover, and he has several walkmans at home, and the tapes he has listened to can't fit in a box.

The rest of the people also began to coax and make noise, and let Wang Bo sing live to give them a sneak peek.

But Wang Bo sold the guanzi and started a suspense, no matter how everyone threatened and pleaded, he was unmoved, unwilling to sing live, just let everyone go home quickly, don't let their parents wait for a long time.

Everyone hated it, but there was no way to take Wang Bo, and after a period of coaxing had no effect, they sighed in twos and threes, and dispersed helplessly and regretfully.

On the way down the stairs to the carport to pick up the car, everyone began to talk enthusiastically and excitedly about another shock that Wang Bo had just brought to everyone, guessing what kind of song Wang Bo had written, a pop song, a campus ballad, or a children's song, whether the melody was good, whether the lyrics were beautiful, what was that song like? Is it good or not? Then they sighed one after another, thinking that that guy was really not a human being -- his academic performance was so good that everyone could not reach him, even if he even played, he played so "elegantly" and so "classy" It is also different, it is difficult for everyone to shoot, and if you want to learn, you can't learn, you can only envy and worship!

People are really more angry than people!

Everyone was sighing, looking forward to it excitedly, and they were proud to be able to produce such a "freak-level" talent in their class, when a discordant voice came out:

I said, don't expect too much, how can songs be so easy to write? Not writing essays! I think Wang Bo may have written a few simple melodies with some words, or he could use other people's songs and fill in the lyrics himself. So, don't get too excited, your expectations are too high!" Li Junfeng was yin and yang, pouring cold water on the enthusiastic crowd.

Liao Xiaoqing couldn't get used to Li Junfeng's cynicism towards Wang Bo, and said with a cold expression: "Even if it's a few simple melodies or set of lyrics, I think it's already amazing." At least, I won't. ”

Han Lin was also a little unaccustomed to Li Junfeng's yin and yang weirdness, and she was not as gentle as Liao Xiaoqing when she was straightforward, so she directly retorted: "Yo, Brother Feng, you can do it! You can do it (amazing)! Then you can write a poem for us to see?"

Xu Jing has always worn a pair of pants with Han Lin, and now Wang Bo is the common idol of her, Han Lin, and Zhou Shu. Xu Jing snorted and said, "Some people don't have a backache when they stand and talk!

Zeng Siqi and Sun Li didn't say anything, the former glanced at Li Junfeng without emotion, and the latter also glanced at Li Junfeng, his eyes were a little annoyed.

Tang Jian, Li Dong and several other boys were also a little dissatisfied with Li Junfeng's words about pouring cold water on his classmates, but they usually had a good relationship with Li Junfeng, so they didn't say much. Tang Jian smiled, climbed Li Junfeng's shoulder, and said in a joking tone: "Bee, the offender is angry!

Li Junfeng didn't expect that he just said it casually, but it attracted the siege of almost all the girls. Especially when Sun Li looked at him, it was like a needle, which made him obviously feel the dissatisfaction and criticism contained in it. Li Junfeng's face turned red all of a sudden, and two green tendons on both sides of his neck rose up, like two earthworms wriggling under his skin.

"I didn't say anything about Wang Bo, didn't I...... Didn't you just say it casually......" Li Junfeng, who was blushing and thick-necked, snorted, stumbling, his heart was unsettled, and there was a fire burning in his heart.

But by this time several girls had already walked away and gone to the carport, and no one listened to his arguments. Tang Jian also let go of the hand that was holding Li Junfeng's shoulder, said goodbye to him, and went to the carport to pick up his bicycle. Li Junfeng's bicycle was borrowed today by a classmate in the dormitory, who came on a three-wheeled human cycle. The group of ten said goodbye to each other, and rode away in the night, leaving only Li Junfeng to stay by the carport in a daze, and no one cared. None of the boys and girls came up to him and asked if he needed a ride.

Li Junfeng looked at the back of the scattered classmates riding bicycles, bared his teeth, twisted his eyebrows, and the tendons and flesh of his cheeks agitated back and forth, and stood in place for at least a minute, before a low burst of alcohol erupted from his throat like a volcanic eruption:

"I'm going to be a fairy tomorrow!" (To be continued.) )