The dull November passed with everyone's daily repetition.

It's a normal feeling, as if nothing has happened.

November, the month without festivals, holidays, or major events, passed quietly, as if there was no concept of November.

The weather is getting cooler, and everyone is starting to put a thick coat on the inside of the school uniform, and the whole person looks a little bloated.

Another 31 days passed in a trance on the big screen in the garden, and the number of seconds was suddenly less than two million seconds.

Time passes through your fingers, and you don't feel it.

It seems somewhat sad.

Before the English class on this day, the head teacher conveyed to everyone the "129 Chorus" competition.

"129 Chorus Competition", as an activity that Guangming Middle School or many middle schools will have, is an activity that everyone is willing to participate in and look forward to participating in every year, from song selection to song practice to competition, everyone completes it together, and it is an important activity to enhance the cohesion of a class.

Guangming Middle School also attaches great importance to this activity, and every year it will formally find a good venue, rent a sound, and the whole school will pre-select first, and then the winning team will compete in the auditorium.

You may not remember the rankings, but the feeling of singing together will always be remembered.

"Let the squad leader be responsible for this matter, the class committee and the Youth League Committee are all cooperating, everyone is practicing diligently, but don't take up too much energy, after all, we are about to take the college entrance examination, if you think you want to buy some costumes and props or something, just come out of the class fee." Oh, the specific thing, squad leader, you can go to the lecture hall on the first floor after the afternoon exercise at noon. ”

There was a little commotion in the class all of a sudden.

Lin Shanghan has always hated November, the late autumn in northern Jiangsu is dull and gray, and November is even worse, as if there is no end in sight. Now that I'm finally having some fun, it seems that a lot of people think so.

At this time, I heard the squad leader ask in a low voice, "What is 129?" ”

Li Xinyang replied: "The anniversary of December 9th is related to the Anti-Japanese War, how did you learn history in the previous three years?" ”

"Why is it December 9th, not January 29th?"

"Because the winter vacation was already on January 29, the people's hearts were scattered, the team was not easy to lead, and it was not suitable for revolutionary activities," Li Xinyang explained in a serious manner.

"Makes sense", the squad leader nodded.

Lin Shanghan was in a cold sweat listening to it, and for the first time felt that history is not something that everyone can understand.

After deciding, it was time to choose the song, which was arranged for the fourth self-study class in the afternoon.

What song should be sung in "129", the class leader has held several referendums in the self-study class but there has been no result. The class leader once complained that the students in the class were too enthusiastic about learning and were not enthusiastic about participating in all group activities, but this time everyone was enthusiastic, and things were even more difficult to handle.

The students are too assertive and unconventional, and the candidate repertoire proposed by everyone in the self-study class has already occupied half of the blackboard. The classroom was originally a little cool, but now it was made by this tense atmosphere, and the squad leader stood on the podium and kept wiping his sweat.

The school's rules only refer to songs related to the revolution, but there are no themes to be specified, and they are all self-selected songs. Some classes are very casual, just choose a simple song like "The Yellow River is Roaring" or "Defending the Yellow River", which everyone knows, and then rarely practice, and finally the water passes. Some classes even abstained directly and did not participate in the competition, maybe the students in this class were all admitted to Peking University, and the experimental class did not abstain.

The students in these classes are probably a little less fun at the student stage.

Yangtze Zijiang proposed a bunch of love songs, which were killed by the squad leader without hesitation.

Everyone looked at the song title on a blackboard and fell into the difficulty of choosing, and some people who didn't care about themselves had already begun to learn.

"Who still sings "Let the World Be Full of Love" and "Tomorrow is Better" now, it's not soil, and it's not a disaster relief chorus."

"You're not dirty, what are you talking about, "My Future Is Not a Dream", hey, can that kind of song be sung together?"

"What's wrong with the solo repertoire, isn't the chorus just a group of people standing in several rows singing solo."

When everyone was arguing, the squad leader stood helplessly in front, and then enthusiastically began to chat with the girls in the front row.

The fourth class was a self-study class, and the whole garden of the third year of high school was filled with the noise of various repertoire and discussions.

Everyone complained to each other or praised the songs they had sung before, but everyone didn't want to go the same way as before, and they all wanted to be a little innovative.

"Hey, why is it so hard to choose a song?"

"That's it, it's better to sing "Miracle Reappearance" directly, how good, Ultraman Tiga is coming hahaha." Zhu Zhishuang and Lin Shanghan joked there.

Just as everyone was chatting, Li Yixuan's voice came out: "Squad leader, I have a suggestion!" ”

The whole class, especially Lin Shanghan, looked at Li Yixuan in surprise, and the noisy classroom fell silent in an instant.

"In the past, some classes would have their own accompaniment troupes, otherwise we would also do that, which is both creative and can add points."

This suggestion quickly won the approval of the people around her, and Xu Xinyue raised her hand in agreement: "I agree!" ”

"Shut up those who are idle and talk nonsense," the squad leader quickly restrained those who were blowing nonsense in front of the podium, "Li Yixuan's suggestion is very good, our class does have a few musical instrument specialties, I will have a meeting with you alone when I have dinner in a while......"

"I heard that there are people in the class next door who play the electronic bass." Li Zeren chattered in the back.

"It's so shameless, how can you keep learning from others." The whole class scolded angrily.

In the end, the class committee decided that from the perspective of time cost and everyone's suggestions, they still chose the old song "Yellow River Cantata". The class leader said that this song is easier to sing, and it is also very suitable for chorus, and the accompanist is also easy to play, which can show the morale of the whole class. In the end, the suggestion of the small orchestra was abandoned, and it was impossible for everyone to have so much time to rehearse, but Cheng Xiang was a piano grade 10, and it was enough for her to play the electronic piano alone in the "Yellow River Cantata".

This made Lin Shanghan a little surprised, but he didn't expect Cheng Xiang, who is usually a little cold, not only versatile but also very collective, and Lin Shanghan's opinion of her has changed more and more.

Li Yixuan, as the "literary and artistic committee" temporarily appointed by the head teacher, is mainly responsible for the chorus. Lin Shanghan was also able to follow Li Yixuan and do some work that didn't require class, such as helping Li Yixuan download some accompaniment and print lyrics, Lin Shanghan was naturally happy to do this.

Although everyone has participated in the chorus six times from junior high school to high school, this is really the last time, and everyone really wants to do it well.

At least that's what the few people in charge of the chorus thought.

(End of chapter)