Chapter 9 University Day Trip

The whole class was in an uproar, and then they whispered, although Zheng Jingjing and Wang Yao were very close on the report card, but everyone knew that the two did not have any communication in reality, except for occasionally hearing about Zheng Jingjing's heroic deeds of saving Wang Yao from Zhao Kai and other thugs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This bright and glamorous cold school flower and the orphan who are a little weak and gloomy are put together, it is really not a harmonious picture, and many boys look at Wang Yao with strange eyes.

Professor Yang was also stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile, "If all the students in our class are as humble and studious as you, then I will have a lot of peace of mind." ”

The students coaxed for a while, and Professor Yang knocked on the podium, "The final exam is coming soon, at this time of each year, the university department will arrange a two-day experience for everyone to refer to the school to apply for, although I know that some of you have set your eyes on first-line universities such as Pearl Beijing, but I still have to advertise for our school, on teachers and heritage, our school is not bad, we are just not as good as them in terms of teaching scale, and there are many of them, and teachers may not be able to take care of every student." ”

"But the graduation package is allocated. A boy at the bottom coaxed.

"What kind of ability is package distribution, it's interesting to go around by yourself, besides, our school also packs distribution." Professor Yang rolled his eyes.

"People are provincial-level art troupes, we are municipal-level art troupes, the treatment is not one or two, teacher, don't fool us. Another girl with glasses also said with a smile.

"You little white-eyed wolves that you can't feed. Professor Yang said with a smile, "But no matter how you choose, you are all my proud students." ”

The homeroom teacher, who has been known for his kindness for three years, instantly made the atmosphere in the classroom heavy, after all, parting is a very sad thing.

Looking at the somewhat sentimental silence of these usually naughty children at the moment, Professor Yang smiled, "Okay, don't be in a hurry to be sad, it's one thing if you can pass the exam or not, go to the party in the corridor and take you to our university department to see and learn." ”

The atmosphere in the classroom was lively again, and Wang Yao finally got up and handed Professor Yang the poem "Dotting Lips" that he had just written with a pen.

Professor Yang was stunned and patted Wang Yao's head with a smile.

Zheng Jingjing glanced at the paper in Professor Yang's hand with some curiosity, and followed Wang Yao in the last line.

Although there is only a fence between the high school and the university, but there are indeed two worlds, high school students have been envious of the life opposite, there is an opportunity to experience, all of them are very excited, this high school has a total of six classes, a class average of less than 20 people, divided into two teams to stagger the experience.

The university department of Hangzhou Art School has a lot of subjects, so you will mainly experience a few important subjects, such as folk dance, opera, painting, bel canto, performance and other disciplines.

Wang Yao's first visit was opera, the spacious and bright classroom, wooden floor and three-wall mirror are much more atmospheric than the high school, today's class is the director of the opera department, that is, the famous national pear orchard 'drama bully' Mao Weitao.

When this graceful lady appeared in front of everyone, everyone subconsciously avoided her gaze, because this lady's eyes were extremely sharp and sharp, even if she smiled, she would reveal a kind of superior arrogance.

And the other party also has the name of a director, so he is naturally the nemesis of the students.

Professor Yang smiled and exchanged a few words with Mao Weitao, and asked the students to sit in the corner of the classroom and wait for class.

Mao Weitao's sharp gaze skimmed over the faces of this group of energetic students, and finally stopped at Zheng Jingjing, Wang Yao squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Mao Weitao, as if he was aware of it, Mao Weitao's gaze was biased, and he looked at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao did not avoid Mao Weitao's gaze, the first was too late, and the second was unnecessary.

As if he was pleasantly surprised by Wang Yao's not timid gaze, the smile on the corner of Mao Weitao's mouth deepened, and he smiled and said, "Hello, children." ”

"Hello teacher~" the students below shouted in unison.

"It's an honor to be your first guide on the future of art. Mao Weitao smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, I am an opera actor, a Yue Opera actor, do you know Yue Opera?"

"Know~"

"I don't know. ”

"I've heard of it. ”

Various answers rang out below.

Mao Weitao smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will be able to understand Yue Opera later, I specially asked your future seniors to arrange a play." ”

The students began to mumble curiously.

Mao Weitao explained a few words to Professor Yang, and then walked out of the classroom.

"The director has a crush on you. After Mao Weitao left, Wang Yao whispered to Zheng Jingjing beside him.

"Huh?" Zheng Jingjing frowned and looked at Wang Yao suspiciously.

"She is a very powerful Yue Opera actor, if you can really be taken in by her, the future is limitless. Wang Yao said with a chuckle.

"I know, but my family wants me to learn dance. Zheng Jingjing said.

"Oh. Wang Yao touched his nose and didn't say anything more.

After a few minutes, the classroom was filled with melodious music, and the students stopped talking, looking intently for the actors.

At the door, several people with painted faces and wearing long shirts and satin walked in turn, and began to perform.

As soon as the music sounded, Wang Yao's body trembled as if he was energized, Zheng Jingjing beside him looked at him with some surprise, and found that Wang Yao actually hummed along with the music, because the two were very close to each other, Zheng Jingjing could clearly invite Wang Yao to hum the words, which was exactly the same as the actors in the performance.

Zheng Jingjing blinked, listened for a while, and poked Wang Yao's arm.

Wang Yao, who was immersed in the music, was stunned, turned his head to look at Zheng Jingjing's clear eyes that flashed with curiosity, and his face turned red, "What's wrong?"

"Can you sing Yue Opera?" asked Zheng Jingjing in a low voice.

"I learned a little, from books and tapes. Wang Yao lied.

"I didn't realize before, you can't listen well to vocal lessons. Zheng Jingjing frowned and asked suspiciously.

"If I say that the course is too low-level, will you think I'm sassy?" Wang Yao chuckled.

Zheng Jingjing blinked, thinking of the method of raising her voice that Wang Yao gave her last night, she unconsciously puffed out her cheeks to reveal a displeased expression, but she didn't know how cute this expression was, Wang Yao couldn't help but look stupid.

Sure enough, it really exists, Wang Yao thought to himself.

Realizing that this was a good time to play tricks, Wang Yaoqing coughed and began to explain to Zheng Jingjing what he was singing in this play.