Chapter 12: The Expression Emperor of the School of Drama
The competition has entered the white-hot stage.
In the next second, Liang Chen's eyes turned white, his face cramped and trembled, and he exerted all his strength.
The first person to see this scene was Liu Qiang.
Liu Qiang looked at Liang Chen, who had an ugly appearance, and immediately couldn't help laughing, where did he still make a difference.
With the first, there is the second, and the people in the class couldn't help but laugh one by one, how could there be such a strange person?
The audience present was attracted by Liang Chen's rolling of his eyes and the shape of facial cramps.
Where would the people in the second platoon and the seventh class miss such an opportunity, and suddenly exerted their strength to eat, and the red rope in the middle was pulled over at once.
With a "beep", the game was over, and the winner was the second row of seven classes.
However, people who saw Liang Chen's tug-of-war face couldn't stop laughing.
"This dude, that's amazing. ”
"I took it, and I didn't complain about losing this time. ”
"He's from that class, how can his expression be so funny. ”
"I heard it's Class 7?"
No one pays attention to the outcome of the game, and more people are curious about how they came up with this plan.
Liang Chen laughed heartily, and the people in the second row and the seventh class all hugged and shouted together: "We won, we won." ”
The campus reporter in charge of the video, Xiao He silently turned off the camera, this kind of celebration scene, he no longer needs to record it, there will be other alumni to help him get the finishing touches.
Now, the most important thing is to have this video in hand.
Playing the video in his hand back and forth, the picture clearly recorded Liang Chen's expression, he opened the ear laptop, quickly clicked to open the official website of the School of Drama, and uploaded the video to the campus forum.
The performance of the machine is still good, and it is also one of the best brands in China, with a price of more than 6,000, which makes many people stop.
The speed of the Internet soared, and the video of less than 20M was uploaded.
Xiao He raised his eyes, "This year, I should have a share of the nomination for the school's Best Photography Award." ”
Night, Whampoa Military Academy.
On the playground, there are more than a dozen buses with flashing lights, and each class is saying goodbye to the instructor.
Because, after the days of military training, they are going back to the Central Academy of Drama tonight.
Instructor Liao had red eyes: "What is the bitterness of crying, after a year, we can meet again." ”
"I know...... I know, but I just don't want to leave Instructor Liao's side in my heart," Liang Chen hugged Instructor Liao, let go slightly, and tears fell inadvertently.
Wu Shizhao hugged Instructor Liao and said, "Instructor Liao, I can't bear you!"
"Me too!"
"Instructor Liao still has me!"
"Instructor Liao, next time, we'll compare again. ”
"Good ......!"
Whenever a girl hugged Instructor Liao, Liang Chen and the others looked at it with envy and jealousy, and they all despised it in their hearts, Instructor Liao was a beast.
Until the last girl, more than 150 pounds of Cuihua hugged Instructor Liao, all the boys smiled, or Cuihua was good to us.
Everyone in the second platoon and seven shifts cried into tears, and no one knew when they would come here next time, and when they would be able to see each other again if they parted tonight.
"Smack!"
The door of the bus slowly closed, and everyone waved their hands, "Instructor Liao, goodbye!"
It wasn't until the bus passed through the gate of the Whampoa Military Academy that everyone reluctantly put down their hands.
As the bus drifted farther and farther away, the lights belonging to the Whampoa Military Academy became more and more dim in the black night sky, until they completely disappeared from their sight.
The journey back to school was a long one, seven or eight minutes by car, and everyone gradually fell asleep with sadness and exhaustion.
In the car, there was an eerie serenity and tranquility, with only a faint dim yellow light.
In their sleep, they didn't know that something big had happened in the forum of the Central Academy of Drama.
Central Academy of Drama.
Guo Meimei, who is in the first class of computer science, opened the school's official website as usual and clicked on the latest link.
A striking headline caught her eye.
"At the 17th tug-of-war scene, the god-level performance emperor was shocked!"
The title was very attractive, she subconsciously clicked into it, and clicked to start playing.
At the beginning of the scene, it was quite normal, but as the game progressed, a boy began to turn his eyes into cross-eyed, and pulled the rope with his mouth crooked.
The milk tea she was drinking in her mouth squirted out, how could there be such a funny person.
Ticking keyboard sounds, she left a message at the bottom of the video and forwarded the video to QV.
Guo Meimei @ everyone: "In this world, how can there be such a funny person." ”
The video fermented quickly, and the alumni of the School of Drama passed it on one by one, and they went to the official website forum one after another, opening the video to worship the Emperor of Expressions.
"Haha, this is no one else?"
"Amazing, I don't think anyone can surpass him?"
"Sure enough, the people in the drama academy are all talents!"
"He's from that class!"
"Second platoon and seven shifts, Liang Chen, don't thank you for taking it. ”
"In society, my brother Chen, people don't talk much. ”
"Haha....... ”
The whole forum came alive.
The next day, early in the morning.
At the gate of the Central Academy of Drama, a huge banner was hung to warmly welcome the glorious return of the 17th military training freshmen.
At seven o'clock, luxury buses drove into the school.
A carload of students was released, and Liang Chen and the others dragged their respective luggage back to the 418 dormitory, lost their luggage one by one, and lay on their respective beds.
The School of Drama is a standardized four-person dormitory, and the beds in the dormitory are iron frame beds, which are divided into upper and lower beds, and the two iron frame beds are separated from each other on the left and right.
Liang Chen lived in the first bed, Wu Shizhao lived in the second bed, Wang Sicong lived in the third bed, and Liu Cong lived in the fourth bed.
Liang Chen lay on the bed and said, "It's still comfortable for your own bed." ”
Wu Shizhao squinted his eyes and said, "Yes, any kennel is not as comfortable as your own kennel." ”
Wang Sicong interrupted: "Don't make noise, I want to be a quiet beautiful man." ”
Liu Cong changed into flat shoes and shouted, "You are still sleeping, are you pigs, do you want to go to breakfast?"
"Breakfast. ”
"Don't you say, you're really a little hungry?"
"Let's go, let's go!"
College canteen.
Liang Chen ordered a few of his favorite lean porridge and buns, and found a seat with a plate and sat down.
Two beauties passed by, one of them glanced at Liang Chen's side, dragged the other beauty, and walked straight over.
The beauty asked, "Is it Senior Liang Chen?"
Liang Chen swallowed the porridge in his mouth and asked suspiciously, "I am, is there anything wrong with the senior sister?"
"Senior, can I take a picture with you?"
Although Liang Chen couldn't figure out what the situation was, seeing that the other party was so beautiful, he reluctantly said, "Of course you can." ”
It's just that Wang Sicong and the others were eating porridge depressed, and scolded in their hearts, why is such a beautiful girl not their own.
"Kala!"
The beauty approached Liang Chen slightly and took a photo, and her best friend next to her saw it and took a photo by the way.
"Senior, thank you. ”
"No, it's my duty to serve beautiful schoolgirls. ”
"Then, senior, I won't disturb your meal. ”
"Good...!"
The two beauties hurriedly said goodbye to Liang Chen, they took out their mobile phones, opened the school's official website forum, uploaded two pictures, and marked the title.
"My photo with the Emperor of Expressions"
Suddenly, the school's forum exploded.
"What, Emperor Expression himself?"
"Damn, where did you get such a beautiful schoolgirl!"
"Find coordinates, find detailed address?"
"The Expression Emperor has returned to school, brothers, see you in the canteen...!"