After speaking, the bell rang, and the head teacher took the lesson plan and left.

There was an instant commotion in the classroom.

"Why don't we do a chorus?"

"Ah, it's so boring, five out of ten shows a year are choruses, and it's not interesting at all."

"How about dancing?"

"The drama is not bad, either."

……

The classmates chattered.

An Xiaoli held her chin with one hand and fell into thought.

"Hey, what do you want to perform?"

A young man's voice suddenly came from the side.

"Huh?" An Xiaoli turned her head and said, "Whatever the class sets will perform." ”

To be honest, even this aspect has to be considered in the class first.

Jiu Lan Crack couldn't help but laugh and said, "I'm asking about you, not someone else, what do you want to perform?" ”

An Xiaoli fell silent.

Actually, she has ideas to talk about.

But she is not a squad leader, and she doesn't speak much.

Jiu Lan stared at her and pulled her lower lip helplessly.

In the afternoon, during the self-study, the head teacher came to the classroom and asked everyone what they thought about this theatrical performance, so that everyone could speak freely.

A lot of people in the class raised their hands.

"Teacher, let's perform Swan Lake in our class, it is elegant and artistic, and it also conforms to the attention of the art show, how good."

"Teacher, I've been learning ballet since I was a child, I'll be a coach!"

Several fashionable and beautiful girls in costumes actively raised their hands.

But the boy was not happy, and said: "Forget it, a group of people are jumping around like fools, what is there to see, and most of them will definitely fall asleep by then!" ”

"Hahaha......"

"You-" The girls snapped at each other.

The head teacher was a little embarrassed, so he asked the boy: "Then what do you say, what are you performing?" ”

The boy replied, "Teacher, I can perform fencing according to my opinion, how exciting it is, we all love to watch it." ”

"We don't want to, who wants to see a group of people poking around on stage, it's more boring, okay?"

So the boys and girls quarreled, and they were very happy.

"Don't argue, stop arguing......"

The head teacher weakly maintained order, but unfortunately no one listened to her.

An Xiaoli turned her head to look at them, watching them fight one by one.

She turned around and saw Jiulan Crack lying on the table asleep, feeling detached and caring about nothing.

If he wanted to do this, he wouldn't be involved......

Seeing that everyone couldn't tell the difference, and no one would let anyone look like they, the head teacher had no choice but to let everyone write their thoughts on a slip of paper and then vote.

An Xiaoli tore up a piece of paper, picked up the pen, thought about it, and then solemnly wrote a few words on the paper.

The leaders of each group came down to collect it.

Seeing that Jiu Lan was still sleeping on the table, the corners of the team leader's mouth twitched, he didn't dare to wake him up, and silently accepted An Xiaoli's.

Everyone's opinions were integrated, and the class teacher took a look at it, and then asked the study committee members to register on the blackboard one by one.

In the end, it turned out that most of the people in the class suggested musicals, dramas, choruses, playing these, or fencing and Go, or even equestrianism.

All of them are the favorite activities of high society.

Tall and levitating.

Seeing that the two options of Swan Lake and fencing were far ahead, and they were only one vote away, the boys and girls in the audience were disgusted with each other's choices.

The head teacher had no choice but to hope for the remaining votes.

"Fencing one vote."

The squad leader read a sentence.

The student next to him marked a "horizontal" on the blackboard.