Although Wu Jin rarely watches TV, he has listened to many concerts. I have heard the music of famous bands and choirs at home and abroad. Wu Jian will imitate Karayang for a while, Ozawa Seiji for a while, Li Delun for a while, and Chen Xieyang for a while.

Wu Zhen was intoxicated with the singing, and he was smug. Haha, I used to say that Wu Yan has music cells, but I didn't think that I Wu Zhen also has it. In the future, if you are in trouble and destitute, you can go to mix with a conductor and fill your stomach. Wu Zhen's current virtue has a tendency to gradually move closer to Zhang Qiusheng.

The first squadron on the field, especially Hua Hanzhou and Han Guanyang, looked at the proud Wu Zhen, and an unspeakable resentment welled up in their hearts. Hua Hanzhou ran to Han Wanyang's side and said, "I didn't expect that Wu Zhen's little white face was full of tricks, and he tried his best to yin our buddies." ”

Han Guanyang spat on the ground, and also said: "I didn't expect that this little white face still has the potential to be a dog-headed military advisor-" Before he finished speaking, he heard the audience cheering loudly, and when he looked back, he saw that Sun Buwu was rushing towards the second half of the first middle school with the ball, and he was about to approach the penalty area. Hua and Han were frightened, and hurriedly rushed forward to intercept them.

Sun Buwu dribbled the ball and passed people, and then passed people. approaching the penalty area, I felt that Hua Hanzhou caught up, steadied the ball with a toe step, and then gently picked up the ball to the right to pass the ball to Wang Erbao. Wang Erbao did not hesitate to get the ball, raised his foot to shoot, and bounced back on the crossbar of the goal a little higher.

Sun Buwu stuck Hua Hanzhou, Wang Erbao stuck Han Guanyang, and Zhang Hui shot again in the 21st, but was unfortunately caught by the goalkeeper of the first middle school.

The audience's excited shouting stopped, and the singing began again. Except for the stands in the first middle school, the whole stadium was full of waving flags. The banner is almost the same as "Come on in the twenty-one"

Needless to say, twenty-one. The students were prepared. The school already has flags for various activities, and students can just take them and write them. This is to cheer for the school team, and the leaders are not only ignorant but very supportive.

And the other schools felt that No. 21 was avenging them. Banners and banners were also prepared, and the leaders of each school turned a blind eye. In the first half, these flags were also waved and waved, but because there was no unified rhythm, they danced chaotically. Now under the unity of the rhythm of the singing, everyone dances together is very spectacular.

The No. 1 middle school team is scolding Wu Zhen again. Why did this little white face come out again and again? We're all local teams, so how can we play like we're playing away from home? It's not even as good as playing away from home! You are a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, so what about me? Should I go into the village quietly with the little devil? No matter how resolute a cultivator or martial artist is, he will inevitably be a little discouraged and depressed at this time. This so-called righteous has much help, and the unrighteous have little help.

When Principal Yang of No. 1 Middle School just returned to the rostrum, he was a little complacent. What everyone thought was impossible, I did it. Now the audience has changed to sing the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, which is the adoption of my mention. What does this mean? This shows that my level is better than all of you, and it shows that I see things more accurately than all of you. The fact that they all listened to me in the twenty-first shows that my prestige is very high.

Qi Hanming was also very proud. Squinted at Secretary General Wei. I thought that you Wei Fuqun has always been a mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and you can only hide in the government as a deputy position, and you have no ability to govern at all. If you are asked to be the leader of any ministry or commission, you will have to be confused.

Gradually, Qi Hanming realized that the situation was not right. Why? There was no sound at all. Not only was there no sound, but the students were all stunned, and none of the students were singing.

It's not that a middle school student doesn't want to sing. Middle school students are at the age of enthusiasm and unrestrainedness, and they all like to be lively and love to sing. But now this song is clearly sung by the 21st Middle School, and the students who are conducting it are also the students of the 21st Middle School. That boy is so handsome, so cool, so handsome, so cool, I really want to sing along.

But, but, just now I sang with the twenty-first middle school, and was severely criticized by the principal with his eyes. If we sing along now, it will be repeated teaching, and the principal will definitely criticize us even more harshly. Everyone was thinking that if any of my classmates took the lead, I would sing along. But no one made this bird, so the students of No. 1 Middle School were like wood carving clay sculptures, and they were very embarrassed to watch the students from other schools singing happily.

Principal Yang came to the stands of his school with a blushing face. Can Principal Yang not be angry? The outside world has always said that No. 1 Middle School does not pay attention to education, and students only know how to read dead books. As the principal, Lao Yang has been quibbling in every possible way. Needless to say, the situation is clear. The students of other schools are full of pride and passion, and young people are what young people look like. The students of your No. 1 middle school are dull and old-fashioned, how do they look like young people?

Principal Yang grabbed a student and asked, "Why don't you sing?" Like a criminal facing the police, or like a tenant in debt who meets a landlord, the student shuddered, "We are afraid." ”

Principal Yang was furious when he heard this, and asked, "What are you afraid of?" Afraid someone will eat you? The student said in his heart, "I'm afraid of you scolding." But he didn't dare to say it. Principal Yang didn't say much, and left the No. 1 Middle School with his hands behind his back and went back to the rostrum.

Principal Yang has always proudly said that he is an old educator. In fact, he has not been a teacher for a day, nor has he given a lecture. He started as a township education officer, then became the vice principal and principal of the township central primary school, and then became the deputy director and director of the office of the county education commission. Step by step, he went to the clerk of the Municipal Education Commission, deputy section chief, section chief, anyway, his resume is jumping over and over in the education system, and now he is sitting in the position of deputy director of the Municipal Education Commission and principal of a middle school. He never spoke much in front of teachers and students. He thinks that's what makes it unpredictable.

Either way, the students knew that the principal had allowed them to sing. No one takes the lead in singing together, and the more they sing, the happier they become, and after a while, they will forget about the unhappiness just now. Young people are so good.

Principal Yang walked to the rostrum with his hands behind his back, and the singing of his students sounded behind him. But he didn't feel like it was a taste in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt panicked. This afternoon's one qiē seems to be in the hands of the twenty-one middle in the twenty-one, or twenty-one in the control of this stadium. What's the use of the students singing happily in the first middle school? You're crawling behind the ass of Twenty-One! The dignified provincial key middle school climbed behind the worst school in the city. It's a shame! Ji Changhai, you old fox and old slippery head. We'll see!

Principal Yang was walking and thinking about how to deal with Ji Changhai. I can't think of a good way to do it. Compare his teaching performance? Ji Changhai led the worst school, do you have better grades than him? Compare the college entrance examination admission rate with him? Joke. The college entrance examination promotion rate of the first middle school is more than 95.0 percent, and the 21st middle school has been bald for many years. If you really want to compare, as long as you drop one percentage point, you will be considered a loss. On the other hand, as long as one of the twenty-one exams is even three books or junior college, he is considered to have won.

What's more, Zhang Qiuran has reached the twenty-first middle school, and her question is whether she can get on the key brand, unless there is an accident, she will definitely not be able to run. Zhang Qiuran's grades have always been very stable, and he often participates in various competitions. There is also the boy surnamed Wu who is directing the singing in the twenty-first middle school. Thinking of this, Principal Yang's head was as big as a fight.

Now he is hoping that the school team can score a goal, at least a 1-1 draw. I don't want to win this game, so Principal Yang retreats and just doesn't lose. Principal Yang turned around and stared at the battle on the court.

Worry, worry. The ball is at the foot of the twenty-one. A 21st mid-21 player in a light blue jersey was rushing forward frantically with it, and two teammates who were also wearing light blue jerseys escorted him on both wings. Two players in red jerseys flanked the ball from both sides.

When the red and blue were almost colliding, the blue shirt suddenly flicked to the right, but the ball was kicked through the two red players. The audience next to him shouted: "Good, beautiful! The ball is divided. ”

The ball was at the feet of the blue-clad player again, and the red-clad player who had been chasing the shirt followed closely behind. The audience shouted like a landslide, a tsunami, a flood, and a crack. The flags waving in the sky shook the heartstrings of gongs and drums, and all of them converged into a wave of sound that was higher than a wave, and everyone united as one, inspiring the 21st Middle School team to attack, attack, and attack again!

The biggest pleasure in life is to play a game of football heartily, even if you die off the court. This is the thinking of all the football players in the current 21st Middle School. The blue jersey is advancing all over the line, and the game has reached the most critical moment, and it only takes one more goal to win.

Sun Buwu broke through with the ball, and the front was the penalty area, which was also a dense defensive area in the first middle school. Sun Buwu held the ball on his feet, looking for the best shot on goal. Most of the men and horses of the first squadron were also attracted to the right side, focusing on Sun Buwu.

Hua Hanzhou couldn't hold his breath and rushed towards Sun Buwu. And Hua Hanzhou's departure just revealed a gap, Sun Buwu gently adjusted the ball to the left with his right foot to the left, and then raised his left foot to prepare to shoot, the whole action was smooth and flawless. Hua Hanzhou realized that he had made a mistake, and rushed towards Sun Buwu in a hurry. Sun Buwu was in danger, brushed the ball with his left foot and knocked it back, passing the ball to Wang Erbao who was following behind.

Hua Hanzhou couldn't stop rushing forward, Sun Buwu couldn't avoid it when he stood on one foot and just passed the ball out, and the two collided together like a mountain. Wang Erbao didn't stop when he got the ball, and immediately passed the ball to his teammate Zhang Hui on the left, who was not the best position to shoot on goal.

Zhang Hui's left side of the middle door was wide open, and the defenders were all transferred to the right to deal with Sun Buwu. At this time, the rabbit fell and the kung fu ball reached the left side of the gate in the blink of an eye, and Han Guanyang was also in a hurry, and he couldn't help but use the light gong method, regardless of the qiē pounce.

The referee's whistle sounded more urgently than the air raid siren, and two red cards were held aloft at the same time. This is worth it, if you don't get off the field, you still think this is a street gangster fight, is there such a blatant collision!