No matter which school it is, it usually holds a theatrical evening after studying, and Pingjing No. 1 High School is no exception, and all classes and departments are actively preparing.

Since the equipment in the school auditorium could not support such a large evening, the county theater was usually borrowed. But in fact, the county theater used to be a drama theater, and the lighting system was not bad, but the sound equipment was average, so experienced teachers would advise students not to rehearse such programs as solo as possible, even if you are Jay Chou, you can't sing anything with this kind of sound. So in fact, in this case, the best form of performance is singing and dancing.

An Yueming passed the tenth level of violin in junior high school, but he never told others, he felt that this thing was useless and meaningless, so he never showed it. He will fully cooperate with the classmates in any performance they want, but he will not take the initiative to say what he wants to do.

On this day, Zhu Yongjia ran over in a hurry, "Lao An, Yichen, how about we do a hip-hop dance." He raised his eyebrows as he spoke, looking cheap.

"I won't." An Yueming replied lightly.

"Neither will I." Chen Yichen also shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll choreograph, let's call Yang Yang again, call a few handsome, better sports, learn quickly."

Zhu Yongjia looks like an old leader.

"Then you make it up, I'll listen to your arrangement." An Yueming replied a little disbelievingly.

Chen Yichen also nodded.

"Oh, don't be so indifferent, hip-hop, how handsome. In the future, we will stay after school every day and use the large multimedia screen in the classroom to follow the online learning ......" Zhu Yongjia became happier the more he spoke, as if he had stood on the stage and watched his cool dance steps.

An Yueming and Chen Yichen looked at each other, and each of them had a very helpless feeling.

So after school, with the permission of Mr. Chang, several boys stayed in the class and prepared to start learning hip-hop dance.

Zhu Yongjia was explaining the situation to everyone, and suddenly saw that Teacher Chang was hiding in the back door and secretly observing, and instantly jumped like thunder, and hurriedly rushed over, "Oh, teacher, don't look at it, you see that we are all embarrassed, go quickly." ”

"Are you embarrassed little bastard? I'll see what's going on, you're going to have to show it sooner or later. ”

"Don't show it, go quickly!" Zhu Yongjia pushed Chang Jianhua's back and pushed him out.

The atmosphere suddenly became very relaxed. An Yueming also admires Zhu Yongjia's ability to get along well with anyone. As long as he is there, everyone will be in a harmonious state.

Street dance, most young boys yearn for it, wearing wide clothes, very hip-hop look, with gorgeous dance steps and even more difficult movements, just thinking about it is like hearing the screams from the audience. But it's easier said than done to learn on your own.

Zhu Yongjia released a group dance he prepared on the big screen from the "Masked Dancer" series. In the video, a group of dancers wearing white masks, red clothes and red hats, their bodies are like machines, with music, really like robots dancing, but they are so smooth. Then all kinds of Thomas full spin, windmills, handstands and other actions also made the students stunned, everyone was fascinated, and they were indeed too handsome.

"Are you sure a few of us can learn this?" An Yueming spoke first.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, and then pressed Zhu Yongjia on the table and beat him up.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, brothers, let's get another one." Zhu Yongjia hugged his head and begged for mercy.

Through this video, everyone really felt the charm of hip-hop, but it was too difficult for them.

"That's it, I'll make up a simple one myself according to some actions when I go back, let's go back today, and I'll teach you when I'm done." Zhu Yongjia said seriously.

So, Zhu Yongjia has been very busy these days, his grades are not bad, on the one hand, he has to ensure that he completes his homework, and on the other hand, he has to create his own dance. He expressed the meaning of each lyric in the song he chose with dance, and then learned some common dance moves from the Internet to modify it. How is it a bit like blind sign language, using actions to express the lyrics?

And that's exactly what happened.

That evening, after he danced the dance he had choreographed for everyone, he was almost torn by several people. What's even more speechless is that he actually chose a song that doesn't look like he can dance hip-hop, Jay Chou's "Rainbow". Such a slow and lyrical song, with his idiot-like movements, is really an elderly disco.

"Lao An, someone outside called you."

"Huh?"

An Yueming turned her head and saw Yan Shiyi standing outside the window with a smile.

"Wow, oh, oh!!" A group of people began to heckle again.

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss." An Yueming pretended to scold a few words, and ran out with a red face.

An Yueming didn't know what to call Yan Shiyi, but remembered that she met her and her boyfriend on the road that evening, and felt that it was better to keep a certain distance.

"President, is there something wrong?"

"Are you rehearsing?"

"Yes."

"Our literary club is also going to put out a show, I think it should be in line with the atmosphere of our club, and I decided to rehearse a cross talk."

"Okay, uh, what do you want me to do?"

"I'll come to the rehearsal with you, and the two of us will go on stage. What do you think. ”

"Why are you looking for me, isn't there someone else?"

"You study well, it should be easier to rehearse."

Hearing Yan Shiyi say this, An Yueming couldn't refuse, "Then, okay, how to rehearse." ”

"What's your phone number?"

"I don't have a cell phone."

"Karma? You look like you're in good condition. ”

Seeing that An Yueming didn't speak, Yan Shiyi realized that it might not be good to say this, and she couldn't look down on others who didn't have mobile phones, so she quickly changed the topic and said, "Then, are you free on the weekend?" ”

"Yes."

"Saturday morning, I'll be waiting for you at the playground at seven o'clock."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes."

"It's not good, you, boyfriend will have an opinion." An Yueming hesitated for a moment but still spoke.

"Oh, it's okay, we're working." Yan Shiyi patted An Yueming's shoulder and said.

"Okay." An Yueming is not easy to refuse.

"Then we won't see you or disperse."

"Okay."

Yan Shiyi was very close just now, and An Yueming could smell the faint fragrance on her body. After watching Yan Shiyi leave, An Yueming was still a little entangled, this beautiful president does have a lot of charm, her personality is straightforward, she is neat, and she looks quite beautiful, but she has a boyfriend, is it really appropriate to go out with her so alone? Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.

Zhu Yongjia is here, and he can only go home and re-choreograph, who made him really not learn hip-hop dance, how can it be so easy.

On Saturday morning, the sun was shining, but it was neither hot nor lukewarm, and there was a cool breeze blowing from time to time, which made it extra pleasant. An Yueming came to the school playground by appointment, and saw Yan Shiyi in the shade of the tree on the left side of the runway.

"It's so early, President." An Yueming trotted over to say hello.

"Don't call me president, it sounds weird, it's poetic."

"No, it sounds too intimate." An Yueming said seriously.

"You are really .....," said Yan Shiyi, who went over and punched An Yueming in the chest.

An Yueming feels that this is a bit like flirting, although it feels actually very good, after all, the other party is a beauty, but when I think of someone having a boyfriend, it's really not good, I have no grievances with my boyfriend, think about it, will my girlfriend be happy if she flirts with other men. Moreover, if she has a boyfriend and treats me as a boy with a particularly good relationship, then I am a bit like a "spare tire", so I still have to restrain myself and keep a distance from Yan Shiyi.

Yan Shiyi found a cross talk on the Internet and printed it out, An Yueming took a closer look, and overall felt that it was still good, at least this performance on stage was definitely much better than Zhu Yongjia's square dance. These two people are not hypocritical, they didn't drink a sip of water, and they actually rehearsed all morning.

"It's noon, it's starting to get hot, let's go back." An Yueming saw that Yan Shiyi was already a little tired, and proposed.

"Why don't we go out for dinner together and continue in the afternoon."

"No, my mom is waiting for me to eat." An Yueming decisively refused, "I have to go to play ball in the afternoon, and I made an appointment with a friend." ”

"Okay, let's be tomorrow morning, and here at the same time."

"Okay."

On the way back, An Yueming didn't want to walk with Yan Shiyi, he was afraid of being seen, he had a boyfriend, what was going on. But it happened to be on the way, and it was not easy to refuse, which made him worry all the way, for fear of meeting acquaintances.

"Eh, Yueming, look at the restaurant in front of you, have you been there?" Yan Shiyi pointed to her restaurant across the road and said.

"I've been there, my aunt invited people to eat there, the environment is not important, the main dishes are delicious."

"I'll tell you a secret, it's my family." Yan Shiyi couldn't suppress the little pride in her heart, and the key was that An Yueming also said that the food was delicious, "Of course my mother's cooking is delicious." ”

"Oh? Awesome. ”

"By the way, are your muscles acquired, look at your arms, my mother."

"No, I was born with muscles."

"Cut, who believes it."

"Then you still ask, what else can this kind of thing be if it is not cultivated."

"You're a dead straight man, you can't chat, you're mad at me!" Saying that, Yan Shiyi pushed An Yueming hard, and ran away quickly, "I'm home, bye-bye, see you tomorrow morning." ”

"Okay, bye-bye."

Back at home, An Yueming lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling thinking about today's bits and pieces, he had never been in love, and today was the first time he had grown up and gone out alone with a girl, and he was really happy. But after all, you still have to restrain yourself, people are famous, and you can't do this kind of lack of morality.

Zhu Yongjia's side, finally had some breakthroughs, it was too difficult to make up his own movements, he simply imitated the MV directly, so he compared a lot of albums, and finally chose Jay Chou's "Compendium of Materia Medica", this song is much more suitable than the previous "Rainbow", it has some hip-hop style, and the sense of rhythm is also very strong, after he told everyone his ideas, everyone agreed, and the rest is to learn the dance in the MV.