Eighteen girls are a flower, and eighteen beautiful girls are dazzling together.

On a warm April day in spring, in the large dance room on the third floor of the comprehensive building of Lanjiang No. 1 Middle School, 18 girls who were originally distributed in various classes from the first to the third year of high school were rehearsing intensively.

The theme of this dance program, which has been rehearsed since last semester, is nothing more than to promote the vigorous spirit of young people and implicitly show the central idea of building the four modernizations and serving the motherland. Because the end of this month is the 50th anniversary of the founding of Lanjiang No. 1 Middle School, when well-known alumni at home and abroad will return to the school to celebrate, and the dance rehearsed by the girls will be used as the finale of the school celebration.

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of level the face and figure of the girls who can participate in this performance belong to in Yizhong. In fact, because of this repertoire, there was also an explosion of a war without gunpowder between those talented and good-looking girls in No. 1 Middle School.

In Lanjiang No. 1 Middle School, a provincial key high school, there are 10 classes in each grade and 30 classes in the whole school. In other words, if each class chooses a class flower, there should also be thirty class flowers, and the school celebration repertoire only picks eighteen girls, which means that there are twelve beautiful girls at the class flower level who have been swept down.

In this new era of showing off wealth and fighting for fathers, comparison seems to have become the main theme on campus. The girl who was not selected suddenly became shorter in the eyes of many people, and was nicknamed "substandard class flower" in private. And the selected girl suddenly became superior and was known as the "class flower of the class flower".

After the rehearsal, many of the girls did not disperse, lying in front of the glass window of the dance studio overlooking the big arena not far away. Usually at this time, the boys on the field will also look up at the beautiful women who are faintly visible from the heights. Some animals with green eyes who have a deep study of island country literary films even pull down all the girls in front of the window who are secretly in love or in love with countless boys, strip off their clothes in public, and then turn the field into a real "dog" field......

In general, many boys have been looking forward to visiting the large group of flower girls in the dance room lately, and the flower girls in the dance room also enjoy this condescending feeling of being looked up to.

"Yo, the back of this little Zhengtai is a little melancholy."

The words with a strong rotten girl color came from the mouth of a short-haired hot girl, she came from the third (1) class of high school, and had a very pastoral name, called Maizi. This girl is famous in the third year of high school and even in the whole school, not only because she once kicked a stalker animal to the ground with a flirtatious leg, but also because her father is the director of the Lanjiang City Public Security Bureau and the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee.

Among the eighteen girls in the dance studio, Maizi became the eldest sister without any suspense. In addition to rehearsals, Maizi did not forget to play the temperament of a leader, and took many little women to evaluate the little men with bright spots on the field. At this time, a group of little women were very cooperative, and they discussed in the direction of Maizi's line of sight.

"Well, I'm in good shape, and my height is barely passing."

"Or Sister Maizi has vision, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this person is quite melancholy, won't he just be dumped?"

"It doesn't seem bad, judging from the countless experience of my sister reading men, this little Zhengtai is definitely not our senior in high school. I really didn't expect that you still have such potential stocks hidden in your freshman and sophomore years. Who knows him? Gossip about everyone and reveal some inside information. ”

There were three girls who did not participate in the discussion, and these three girls were all from the second grade of high school, namely Lu Renjia in the second class, Qian Mengru in the fourth class, and Xia Xuechun in the seventh class. These three girls also have one thing in common, they all studied in the city's famous Shuguang Middle School when they were in junior high school, known as Shuguang Sanhua.

The three silent girls had their own thoughts and expressions.

Lu Renjia pursed her lips tightly, as if she was holding back a smile, and it looked like she was holding back a hard time.

Qian Mengru didn't look over, pretending not to pay attention to everyone's discussion, and tried to pretend that she didn't know the boy.

Xia Xuechun stared at the back of the boy in the distance, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her clear eyes. With a long stare, this helplessness gradually magnified and evolved into an inexplicable sadness.

Maizi was far from being as big as she seemed, she had already discovered the abnormality of Dawning Sanhua, so she asked, "Lu Renjia, you seem to know him?" ”

"Those who are in physical education class on the field should be people from the sophomore (4) class of high school." Lu Renjia replied seemingly casually, and understated that the trouble moved eastward: "Qian Mengru, isn't it from the second (4th) class of high school?" ”

All eyes fell on her face, and Qian Mengru, who was ladylike on the outside, was not a lady at all in her inner world, and secretly greeted Lu Renjia's ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

When he was in Shuguang Middle School, in order to compete for the name of the school flower, Qian Mengru and Lu Renjia became incompatible, and the contradictions between the two had long been irreconcilable...... As for Xia Xuechun, Xia Xuechun at that time was introverted and shy, and she was still wearing braces, which was not eye-catching in Shuguang Middle School at that time.

"Oh, that's what you're talking about?" After a short period of pretending to be surprised, Qian Mengru replied calmly: "This person is the Yun Mu of our class. ”

Maizi glanced at Qian Mengru seriously and quipped, "Mengru, you're too calm, aren't you?" There is a story, there must be a story, honestly, what ulterior story do you have with this Yun Mu? ”

"I don't know him well!" Qian Mengru almost gritted her teeth and said this.

"Wow, Mengru seems to be angry! If you want to cover it, this is definitely a desire to cover it, and there is a love for it! Mengru, you can't deliberately hide your private goods and don't want us to find out, right? Another senior sister hit a snake with a stick, and this student named Hai Mimi covered her extraordinarily majestic chest a little nymphomaniac and sighed: "Yun Mu, as soon as I hear this name, I feel an aura of a handsome guy!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with him!" After all, the seventeen-year-old girl lacked a kind of concentration, and Qian Mengru tightened her little face, as if knowing Yun Mu was an insult to her, so that she wanted to break off her relationship with Yun Mu desperately.

"Mengru is angry? Am I guessing right? ”

"No wonder Dai Hongyi chased you for so long, you didn't agree, it turns out that your heart belongs."

"Oh hehe, I understand when I hear you say that."

"Don't guess, in fact, there is only one ...... truth" Finally, Yu Sha from the second (1) class of high school relieved Qian Mengru: "Yun Mu of the fourth class, you have not heard of such a famous person in our second year of high school?" ”

Hai Mimi was curious: "Is this person famous?" ”

Yu Sha smiled: "Of course he is famous, anyway, I don't believe that Mengru has anything to do with him." ”

Hai Mimi fully showed her big-chested and brainless demeanor, and she became even more curious when she heard the words: "Since he is so famous, he should be very popular with girls, why does he have nothing to do with Mengru?" ”

Yu Sha smiled slyly and said mysteriously: "Just look at his front." ”

Suddenly, the conversation stopped, and the eyes of all the girls were focused on Yun Mu again.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Lu Renjia's eyes, she didn't let Qian Mengru make a big fool just now, which made her feel very regretful.

Qian Mengru secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she finally escaped, she knew that she would soon be wronged.

Xia Xuechun's little face, which was so clean that there was no flaw, flashed with a very subtle intolerability.

In this physical education class of the second (4th) class of high school, most of the boys in the class flew in two, running and sweating on the only formal football field in the city. A small number of boys are playing badminton and table tennis, and there is no one in the huge class who plays basketball.

When a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stepped on the basketball court, the silence in the neighborhood was not only not broken, but a little thicker.

The boy was tall, about 1.77 meters, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, and his slightly long hair fluttered in the April wind. From the back, the boy has a certain appeal. He stood near the three-point line on the basketball court, looked up at the basket, and was in a daze.

The boy was clearly not a very gregarious person, as could be seen in his lonely figure, as well as in the rejection in the eyes of his classmates nearby when they looked at him. Under the soft sunlight, the loneliness released by the basketball court that no one cares about merges with the lonely teenager and evolves into a double loneliness.

The figure of the young man reveals an indescribable depression.

This may be the fundamental reason for attracting the attention of wheat.

This also became the original trigger for the next farce.

"Is there flowers in that basket, why is he staring at it?"

"Ten minutes, ten minutes, isn't his neck tired?"

"Hey, that animal on the basketball court, do you dare to shake it head?"

Some girls in the dance studio were impatient, chattering, and waited for Yun Mu on the basketball court to turn around and reveal his face.

As if hearing the hearts of many beautiful eyebrows, Yun Mu, who came back to his senses, rubbed his sour neck, and took one last look at the ordinary hoop with a nostalgic gaze, and then he turned around.

Rest!

The dance studio on the third floor of the entire complex is completely clean.

Those who have good eyesight have seen Yun Mu's true face clearly.

If the eyesight is almost poor, only a vague figure can be seen.

As if arranged in the dark, Yun Mu cooperated with the women again, and he strode towards the complex.

It's close.

He was getting closer and closer to the first floor of the complex.

Even the short-sighted girl can now see the true face of Yunmu's Lushan clearly.

"Ah......h

A scream, a scream of horror rang out.

The scream was made by a little sister in the dance room, who stretched out her little hand to cover her eyes while screaming, full of cuteness. In fact, except for a few girls in the second year of high school, most of the girls in the first and third years of high school were stunned, and there were four words clearly written on the delicate and beautiful faces: Frightened!

Yun Mu is such a person, or rather, today's Yun Mu is such a person. When you see his back, you tend to associate him with the protagonist in idol dramas. And when you see his front, you will definitely associate him with the villain in a horror movie.