"Su Zhicicada, you are too modest, you are the best singer in the class."

Many students praised them when they heard this, and it is inevitable that some people are willing to hum a few pop songs in their mouths during the usual recess activities, only the minor tune hummed by Su Cicada is the most comfortable to listen to, plus she was born in Jiangnan, and she also spoke with a soft tone unique to southern girls, which is very beautiful.

"Okay, then Su Cicada is performing and singing, what about the other students." The head teacher, Mr. Qin, looked around with a smile, and called out the name of the class leader: "Dong Mengsheng, what are you going to perform for everyone." ”

Dong Mengsheng was silent for a few seconds, raised his eyes and said lightly: "A piece of ink and blue." ”

"Ink Danqing?" Xi Yusheng looked at him in surprise: "It takes time to paint, everyone has a limited time to perform on stage, can you finish painting in a short time?" She asked the question that was most on everyone's mind.

"Yes." Dong Mengsheng nodded.

"That's good, Dong Mengsheng will perform ink danqing." Teacher Qin is also looking forward to what kind of ink painting Danqing can be completed in a short time: "It's just that after going on stage, only ink painting will be performed, and the audience will feel very monotonous. ”

Bei Langsheng lazily raised his hand: "I will." He glanced at Dong Mengsheng playfully, and said slowly: "I can play guitar and rock music." ”

Teacher Qin: This kid looks like he's deliberately trying to make trouble.

"Ink and blue belong to China's classical culture, and the accompanying music needs to be soft and clear, if you use modern Western-style instruments, it will dominate." Nan Zuisheng lowered his eyes and thought about it, and looked at Teacher Qin on the podium: "In my opinion, it is better to use classical instruments to accompany Dong Mengsheng. ”

Teacher Qin smiled approvingly and said, "It's still the smartest drunk student." She looked at the classmates in the classroom and asked expectantly, "Is there a class reunion like the musical instrument that Nan Zuisheng just mentioned?" ”

She was answered by the rare unanimous silence of her classmates.

Teacher Qin: "......"

"Nan Drunken Sheng can." Bei Langsheng was happy to see the excitement, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth recommended his tablemate: "She can play the guzheng, and the voice of the guzheng matches Dong Mengsheng's ink danqing, isn't it just right?" After speaking, he looked at Nan Zuisheng, who was stunned in his seat, and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

"No, I can't......" Nan Zui waved his hand in a panic, his long black hair messily wrapped around the bow hairpin.

"Don't worry, teacher, I dare say that there is no one in the whole school who can play the guzheng better than her." Bei Langsheng saw the opportunity to add a few fires at the right time to interrupt Nan Zuisheng's little struggle: "And with the image of Nan Zuisheng, even if he only accompanies Dong Mengsheng after he comes on stage, it will attract the attention of countless people, otherwise it would be too boring to just sit quietly and wait for Dong Mengsheng to finish painting." ”

Although Bei Langsheng's words are straightforward, they are not unreasonable. Teacher Qin lowered his head and thought about it seriously, agreeing with his opinion: "It's okay to be drunk, the teacher believes in you." She looked at Nan Zuisheng with a kind smile, and her eyes were full of countless expectations and trust.

Nan Zuisheng gave up struggling, and pulled a little smile from the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "Good teacher." After speaking, she turned her head to look at Bei Langsheng, and grinded her teeth viciously: "Don't leave after school." ”

"Roger." Bei Langsheng didn't care about her threat, and looked at her puffing up and squinted his eyes unconsciously with a smile.

After the time of half a class has passed, the programs to be performed in the class have also been preliminarily decided, only the personnel of the host selection competition have not yet been settled, Mr. Qin looked at the list of programs and the number of applicants who have been prepared in his hand, and his face was very sad: "So far, there are more than enough participants in the program, but there are still a few competitors in the host selection competition." ”

She put down the registration form and looked at the students under the podium, and her tone was solemn: "The host is not as easy as the performance program, the fluency of speaking is strictly controlled, and the requirements for image are also very picky. ”

Dong Mengsheng's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he turned his head slightly to look at Nan Zuisheng behind him from the corner of his eye, in his opinion, there was no need to vote for this matter at all, because he believed that in the entire class, or in the senior year of the whole school, no one would be more qualified for selection than Nan Zuisheng.

Teacher Qin stepped off the podium and looked up at the time: "There are still twenty minutes before the end of class, everyone takes out a piece of paper and writes down the most suitable candidate in their minds, and finally Dong Mengsheng will collect and classify them, and Nan Zuisheng is responsible for writing down the number of votes and candidates on the blackboard." ”

Looking at the figure of Teacher Qin turning to leave, Nan Zuisheng inexplicably felt a deep crisis, she wrote Bei Langsheng's name on the paper with a vengeance, pinched the corner of the paper and shook it in front of Bei Langsheng with a wicked taste: "Young Master of Peking University, I am optimistic about you." After saying that, she happily put away the note and walked to the podium.

"Hmph, little girl." Bei Langsheng looked at her childish and cute behavior, touched his chin with interest, and then firmly wrote her name on the paper, stroke by stroke, elegant and powerful.

The white chalk fell on the blackboard for the last time, and Nan Zuisheng looked at the number of voters on the blackboard, among which his name topped the list: "Congratulations." Dong Mengsheng put down the note in his hand, and a smile flashed in his dark brown eyes.

Nan Zuisheng turned his head helplessly: "I don't think I can do it." She looked at the bottom of her name, although the number of votes for Xi Yusheng was a big difference from herself, her popularity was not bad: "Why don't I tell Teacher Qin to let Xi Yusheng participate in the host selection competition." ”

"She's not the right fit." Dong Mengsheng shook his head slightly: "The most important thing about the host is temperament, and Xi Yusheng can't hold it down." ”

His eyes turned to Xi Yusheng on the side, and saw that the other party was holding a bag of snacks and tasting them with relish, and there were several romance novels spread out on the desk in front of him, and the covers of several of them were vaguely Mary Suwen such as "Don't Be Too Bad for Domineering School Grass" and "The Harem of the Stunning Princess......

Nan Zuisheng: "......"

I feel that the painting style of the rest of my life is different from that when I first met, what's going on?

After a while, Teacher Qin returned to the class and saw the voting results on the blackboard and expressed his satisfaction: "Come on, drunk, teacher, I believe that you can definitely win the championship." She patted Nan Zuisheng's shoulder and encouraged him earnestly: "And the first place in the host selection competition will be rewarded with 5,000 yuan, and there will be a tuition and meal waiver for half a year." ”