This is not Pillow Creek's evaluation of Pillow with personal grievances, saying that she is a childish family, but the dance training teacher of the watermelon company in her previous life said it.

"It's not that you're not without confidence, and you're not cowering, but you just look like a little kid. ”

This is what people say about her.

"Don't talk about this, the school anniversary of No. 7 Middle School is coming, do you have anything to prepare?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Every class has to put on a show. ”

"That's something you have to worry about, my class leader. ”

"It doesn't have much to do with me, it's the task of the Literature and Art Committee. ”

Pillow Creek covered his head, yes, trouble is coming.

After the performance, Pillow Chuan was like a flower butterfly, and forcefully pulled them to introduce her classmates, mainly to pull Rao Liqun strongly, and Pillow Creek was just a foil.

Pillow Creek stayed with him for half an hour, excused himself to go to the bathroom, sent a text message to Rao Liqun and slipped away.

A little later, Rao Liqun sent Pillow Back, and his gaze at Pillow Creek was like a dark cloud wrapped in lightning.

"Is she my sister?"

"I'm not her sister either. ”

He followed Pillow Creek into the house, skipped Pillow Stream's territory, and stood at the door of the partition and looked inside a little nervously.

Pillow Creek nestled up in a chair to read, and did not greet him.

"This is your room, doesn't look like you at all. ”

"And what should my room look like?"

"Black, white, gray, pink don't quite suit you. ”

It used to be these colors, the whitish desk, the wet gray bedding, the dark light, that was where she should be, but now she was not used to this bright and warm color, and she always felt that there was something hidden in it that she couldn't understand.

"Where do I sit?" Rao Liqun looked around and found that there was no place to sit except for the bed in the Pillow River.

"Living room sofa, what are you doing here?"

"Then you come out. ”

"I won't come out, I'll put it here to read, you go out to play with the pillow. ”

Rao Liqun stretched out his hand to pull her, and Zhuxi waved the book irritably to break free, shouting in his mouth:

"Are you annoyed?

"Do you think I'm annoyed?"

Hiss –

This flirtatious tone?

Zhuxi looked up in surprise and found that Rao Liqun was propped up on the back of her chair, bending down to look down at her condescendingly, his eyes were a little red, and his breath was unusual.

"Hmm, do you think I'm annoyed?" the voice was completely muted.

Pillow Creek leaned back, closed his eyes and smiled, and in the next second, a hard-shell book was waving on his head.

"Brother Liqun?"

Rao Liqun fell to the side, and behind him was the exclamation of the pillow.

Zhuxi grabbed the book and wanted to smash it on him again, but Zhenxi came over and hugged her, exclaiming: "Brother Liqun, are you okay?" ”

Pillow Creek was held by Pillow Juan, and still stretched out his foot to kick him without giving up, shouting in his mouth: "Get out of your mother, you are a dead pervert." ”

"Sister, why are you swearing again?"

Pillow Creek panted and broke free from Pillow Basket and went to sit on the sofa by himself, the churning anger in his chest did not calm down for a long time.

Rao Liqun came to say goodbye, and as soon as he went out, Pillow Creek received a text message, which read-

"Pillow Creek, I found out that you are good-looking today. ”

Pillow Creek grabbed the old magazine on the table, opened the door and threw it towards the light underneath, the roar echoing in the stairwell—

"Rao Liqun, you die-die-die!"

The most explosive news in the seventh week of the new week is the upcoming school anniversary.

As soon as the class teacher's order to prepare the show came down, Lu Yi went crazy, and Pillow Creek followed suit.

As a member of the literary and artistic committee, Lu Yi undoubtedly has to carry the banner of this literary and artistic performance, she anxiously whispers about the literary and artistic performance in Pillow Creek every day, and within a few days, Pillow Creek also collapsed.

She gave Lu Yi an idea, "Let's have a big chorus as a class." ”

"Wouldn't it be too ordinary?"

"The students in the experimental class, it's okay to study well, you can't be top-notch in everything, you still have to leave some way for other classes. ”

Finally, it was finalized, and the multi-part chorus was full of strong revolutionary colors.

After the program list was reported, Pillow Creek almost went to the principal's office to meditate for his proposal.

As a member of the Literature and Art Committee, Lu Yi dances well, plays the flute very well, and looks beautiful and cute, but who would have thought that such a little girl like a green apple is a five-tone incomplete?

Pillow Xi could only hope for Rao Liqun, and then found that their dignified squad leader didn't understand music theory at all.

"Whoever came up with the idea was the one who wanted it. When he arrived, the squad leader threw the hot potato on Pillow Creek.

There is no way, Pillow Creek can only bite the bullet. Fortunately, I haven't lost the knowledge of music theory I learned in my previous life, and I can cope with it with all my energy.

Pillow Creek takes the big guy to practice his voice every day after school, and even dreams are Mimimi.

"Dandan, you sing very well. Lu Yi gave her a hoarse voice, such a comforting comment.

After all, he was also a debutant in his previous life, not to mention standing out from the crowd, the short man was also able to pull out the general.

After a week and a half of torture, a song can finally be sung in full and full. However, when the school's jury came to the primary, they still drew a × with a frown and a miserable face.

That's okay, it's okay to be eliminated, and if you are eliminated, you can be a melon-eating crowd with peace of mind.

In the evening self-study, Pillow Creek quietly touched Qian Rong's side and asked, "Sister, what program has you prepared for the art show in your class?"

Qian Rong is also a member of the Literature and Art Committee.

"What about our class's program?" Qian Rong smiled meaningfully, "I don't have to worry about it since the beginning." ”

"Why?"

Qian Rong pouted at the front row and said, "Our class is supported by a superstar." ”

Qian Rong whispered to Zhuxi: "The school has given Weiyang a place for a performance, which can be represented by the class or not, and even does not need to participate in the preliminary examination. In the past, our class asked directly, if there were students who were willing to perform the program, they would sign up, and if they didn't, they would use the program of Weiyang. ”

"Ah, what is he performing?" Pillow Creek looked confused, what can Weiyang perform?

Qian Rong was also surprised, "Don't you know? What are they for, it's not to come to see our young master's finale performance. ”

Is there such a thing?

That's right, she hasn't been to the school celebration in her previous life, because the students who participated in it were all to draw lots, and she was never drawn once.

"Do you have to draw lots to enter the venue?"

"It's going to be smoked, otherwise there are so many students in the whole school, how can the auditorium be stuffed? ”

"What show will Young Master perform this year?"

"Let's dance. Qian Rong poked Wei Yang's back with a pen, "Superstar Ah Wei, you're dancing this year, right?"

"Superstar Ah Wei?" Pillow Xi read it again and asked, "What does it have to do with the blind Ah Bing?"

Then there was a slap on the door of the head, and the red mark did not disappear until the next day.

There are two days of celebration in No. 7 Middle School, the first day is a cultural performance, and the second day is a garden party organized by various clubs of the school.

Pillow Creek is more interested in the second one because you can win prizes by participating in the game.

But on the first day of battle, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to go out.

That battle was really noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags, and crowds.

Originally, there were enough students from their school, and there were classmates from other schools, who crowded the entrance of the auditorium like a concert scene.

Did she have this kind of treatment when she was a star in her last life?

It doesn't seem to be.

This time, she didn't get the lottery to enter Pillow Creek, but she had a back door, and others were queuing there, so she slipped in along the backstage.

"Oh, this corrupt style of capitalism is really poisoning our young generation. ”

Weiyang rolled up the pamphlet and beat her, saying that she would be alive with a mouth.

"Why don't you wear makeup? Aren't you dancing?"

Pillow Creek saw that he was also dressed very simply, with a loose top and pants, and slightly fancy sneakers.

"IS THIS HIP-POP?"

"Can you see it?" Weiyang was a little surprised, probably didn't expect that Pillow Xi, who would only die reading all day long, would understand this.

"Where's your big gold chain black sunglasses?" Pillow Creek looked around, "Yo yo Chek fuss, Sker-sker!"

She laughed out loud and snorted her head from behind.

"B-BOY with big gold chains and black sunglasses, I'm afraid they can kill me alive on stage. ”

Pillow Creek took a few steps back, looking at him from beginning to end with his eyes pricked up.

"You?B-BOY?"

"What's wrong?

"Can you spin with long hands and feet, or rather, won't you hit yourself when you spin?"

The B-BOY she remembered was not big and tall.

"If you can turn it or not, you can see it then. ”

Then Pillow Creek was pushed out of the backstage.

TOEFL, she and Lu Yi have both found a position with an excellent view, which is the most expensive kind of concert except for public relations tickets. She also had Li Mingting and Qian Rong by her side.

"Don't you all have a show?"

She thought that Qian Rong would have to show her face as a member of the literary and art committee.

"The study in the third year of junior high school is too busy, how can I have time to prepare for the program. ”

"Aren't they all escorted?" asked Pillow Creek.

"Then you have to get a decent score, I'm not that thick-skinned. Qian Rong said, and glanced at Li Mingting several times.

Li Mingting put a zipper on his mouth and stopped talking.

The art show officially began, and the programs of the six grades of the seventh middle school were divided into two parts.

The upper part of the program is more in line with the orientation of teachers and school leaders, all of them are poetry recitations, drama choruses or something, and I can see that Pillow Creek has been dozing off, and the surroundings are full of the sound of students chatting quietly.

In the second half, the atmosphere came up and down one hundred and eighty degrees, only to see that the curtain was black, the lights were dim, and a big beauty wearing a miniskirt and black mesh stockings came out.