Pei Zhi came to the backstage and saw the decadent classmates of Class 13, with delicate brows frowning.

"Don't be embarrassed, you still have to perform on stage."

The girl looked at the hanging flowing dance dress, which was stained black in several places by splashed ink, and the dirty black spots made people feel uncomfortable.

Pei Zhi walked over and took off the dance costume and spread it on the table.

"Believe me, I'll let you wear the most beautiful clothes and dance the best."

The girl's clear and melodious voice was firm and gave everyone courage.

Every time Class Thirteen encountered a dilemma, she was able to solve it, slapping those who laughed at them in the face again and again.

Then this time she must also be able to turn the tide, so that they can go on the stage, show the hard-learned dance, and give everyone a perfect audio-visual feast.

A boy hurriedly found black ink.

I saw Pei Zhi stretch out his white and slender fingers, stained them with ink, and wipe them on his skirt.

"Ahh The girl exclaimed, watching in shock.

"Sister Zhi, what are you doing?"

The ink will make the skirt even dirtier, and the skirt will be completely ruined.

Pei Zhi twisted her eyebrows and concentrated, her slender fingers smeared on her skirt, and everyone couldn't help but stare at her movements.

"Alright." Pei Zhi motioned for the girl to pick up the skirt.

When the skirt was re-displayed in front of everyone, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

The stains on the skirt are transformed into an ink drawing, and the black color collides with the intricate embroidery, which has a different taste.

Pei Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "How is it?" ”

The girl took the skirt and laughed, and said, "It's very good-looking, it's more suitable for the song of the soul of the country." ”

The corners of Pei Zhi's lips hooked slightly, and said, "Bring all the broken skirts." ”

……

When the last program that was originally scheduled ended, everyone thought that the school celebration was over.

A burst of magnificent music sounded in the auditorium, instantly pulling the people who had just gotten up back to their chairs and setting their eyes on the stage where the curtain was opened.

First, a boy wearing a custom dance costume of Youlong appeared in the field of vision.

The boy has a ribbon tied to his forehead and a white folding fan in his hand, and the opening scene is a very explosive dance.

Accompanied by the magnificent melody of the national soul music, the young man seems to be wantonly swaying his pen and ink in the mountains and rivers, and he seems to be killing the enemy bravely on the battlefield, showing the charm of a man.

This scene is really shocking.

The momentum of the dance is so beautiful, how can there be such a wonderful show!

With the melody tactfully lowered, the girl holding the oil-paper umbrella entered, the soft figure and the boy's rigidity and softness, and the smooth dance posture was extremely perfect.

The girls' dance skirts not only have exquisite and intricate embroidery, but also pictures of mountains and rivers splashed with ink.

Everyone seemed to see the magnificent mountains and rivers in front of them, and the lingering and sympathetic dances of boys and girls gorgeously composed a majestic song of the national soul.

The school celebration ended perfectly, and the group dance of Class 13 won the applause of the audience.

The group of students who shone on the stage had a satisfied smile on their faces, and their eyes were even a little red.

Then.

A lazy and cold voice came.

"Everyone must be curious why the "Soul of the Nation" program was put to the end."

A tall girl appeared on the stage, with a wicked smile on the corner of her lips, and her phoenix eyes looked coldly through the air.

Principal Gao got up and wanted to come to the stage to ask Pei Zhi not to make trouble

"Principal Gao." Zong Zhengyan's low and slightly magnetic voice was cold: "This kind of thing happened to Hanyang School Celebration, shouldn't you deal with it publicly?" ”