Lin Zijiao kept paying attention to the classmates who came in, and it was only then that he breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it seems that Hao Nanren is not in the same class as her, which is a lot less embarrassing.

The next show was very unexpected by Lin Zijiao.

Most of the students who performed the program sang some grassland songs with the characteristics of this era, and there were also some poetry recitations and flute performances, but there were no programs such as revolutionary dances and red songs that she wanted to see.

Soon after the vigorous movement ended, the students were reluctant to sing red songs and dance Zhongzi dances, and now they have a chance to relax, and grassland songs have become the best choice.

Horses gallop across the vast grasslands

The steel spear clenched the sword and sparkled

The mountains and rivers of the motherland hold my heart

Wolves must not be allowed to invade

Abba helped me drink the war horse

Grandma sewed and mended my clothes

The milking girl beckoned to me and smiled

Drinking a cup of milk tea is affectionate......"

The singing was neat and loud, Lin Zijiao followed the classmates and hummed in a low voice, several active boys left their seats and went to the open space in the middle, their hands stretched forward and shook their shoulders to ride horses, and the atmosphere in the classroom was warm and cheerful.

The game of drumming and passing flowers brought the atmosphere to a climax.

A large flower made of red crepe paper was passed quickly among the students, because there was no drum, so they could only use local materials, and a blindfolded student used a stove hook to rhythmically knock on the torch, and every time he stopped, the student who was caught had to put out a show.

The randomness of this game is too strong, and many of the students who have no talent have been caught, so there are various programs, and Lin Zijiao finally saw the Zhongzi dance that she wanted to see.

It is a dance with simple postures and powerful movements, and some people believe that it originated from the Andai dance of Inner Mongolia.

This dance is performed by students who are full of youthful atmosphere, and it is quite pleasing to the eye.

The sound of the cigarette pipe was not hurried, and when the flowers fell into Lin Zijiao's hands again, the stove hook hovered in the air and stopped tapping.

"Lin Zijin, come one!"

Several students took the lead in coaxing, and soon more voices were added, and the sound of coaxing came in one after another, and even the head teacher, Mr. Fang, joined in the excitement and applauded.

Lin Zijiao's face was so red that he couldn't speak, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

She can't dance the Zhongzi dance, although she can sing some grassland songs, but how does she know if those songs have appeared in this era?

After all, in her previous life, she was only eight years old at this time, and she didn't know anything when she was still in the countryside, and even if she heard songs, most of them were folk songs such as barbarian tunes.

You can't bring the barbarian tunes or the pop songs of later generations to sing here, right?

Seeing Lin Zijiao's appearance, the classmates made even more noise, and the noise of the coax was about to shatter the window glass.

"Lin Zijin has one!"

"Here's one!"

Lin Zijin was so embarrassed that she couldn't sit still, and even Yin Xiuli pushed her with a smile and coaxed.

"I'm here to put on a show for Lin Zijin!"

In the commotion, the young man's voice was very abrupt with a little hoarseness.

Everyone's eyes looked over, Miao Wei stood up with a smile and took out a harmonica and raised: "I'm going to play a song on the outskirts of Moscow at night, what do you think?"

In the same grassland songs and poetry recitations, this was a fresh program, and everyone was immediately diverted from Miao Wei to coax.

"The squad leader can also play the harmonica, why hasn't he shown it before?"

"Okay, good, one is not enough, if you want to replace it, you have to have two!"

"Blow a song first! Everyone is satisfied before it counts!"

Miao Wei didn't say anything more, and put the harmonica to his mouth.

The classroom fell silent, and some students sang along unconsciously to the melodious sound of the piano.

Immediately, more students joined in, and the singing changed from a trickle to a chorus of the whole class.

I hope from now on

You and I will never forget

Evening on the outskirts of Moscow

……

At the end of the song, the cheers shook the sky, and the students all shouted for Miao Wei to come again, and someone brought up the old thing again: "Class leader, didn't everyone just say that if you want to replace Lin Zijin, you will have to double, but you will cash it!"

"Yes, yes, one more, a good guy to the end!"

"Three more cars!"

The young men and women were arguing, and the classroom was very lively, but Lin Zijiao was shocked and scared, and lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the direction of the classroom door.

Before the song ended, Hao Nanren and another boy entered the classroom of Class 7 and were now standing in the open space by the door.

What are they doing? Hao Nanren shouldn't come to say something inexplicable to her again?

There are so many people in the classroom, he can't be so lawless, right?

Lin Zijiao was a little annoyed at the same time, why did others have memories of their predecessors when they crossed over, but she didn't know what happened to Sister Zijin and Hao Nanren before.

Lin Zijiao raised his eyes slightly and secretly looked at Hao Nanren, seeing that his face was not very good-looking, his eyes turned between her and Miao Wei, with a little undisguised annoyance.

The boy who accompanied him was not tall and looked like a tiger, and at this time, Teacher Fang, the head teacher of Class 7, whispered a few words in his ear, and Teacher Fang stood up with a smile and clapped his hands.

"Quiet down, students!"

The classroom gradually quieted down, Lin Zijiao only felt that his heart was beating hard, and he didn't know what Hao Nanren and this boy were going to do?

Teacher Fang slightly sideways introduced the two boys: "Two students from Class 3 came to sing on behalf of Class 3 to sing for everyone, everyone applauded and welcomed!"

Yin Xiuhong looked at Hao Nanren and the boy thoughtfully, and gently pushed Lin Zijiao with her elbow.

"It's Hao Nanren, it seems that the representatives of the third class are the two of them, and I don't know what the strength is.

Our class is patronizing and playing by itself, and we haven't elected a representative to go to other classes to communicate, so it's better not to be compared to other classes. ”

This kind of exchange is the tradition of No. 2 Middle School, when each class has activities, the class will send the "masters" of relevant aspects to each class to communicate, which also implies the meaning of the competition.

For an event like the New Year's Day party, it is natural that some students who are good at singing or good at dancing instruments come forward.

The applause crackled, but Lin Zijiao breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand holding Yin Xiuli also relaxed: It turned out that Hao Nanren came to Class 7 for the public faction, not to find her.

The big stone in his heart was put down, and Lin Zijiao immediately showed a sincere smile and applauded with everyone.

Hao Nanren and the tiger-headed boy said a few words about the friendship and common progress of the third and seventh classes, and then let go of their voices and sang.

The song was one of the songs requested by the students, three sets of cars.

The two should each sing in harmony, Hao Nanren uses Chinese, and the tiger-headed boy uses Russian, the two have their own voices, the singing is deep and soothing, although there is no accompaniment, it is full of infectiousness.