In the end, Rong Yan still led people into the auditorium, but fortunately, there were more non-mainstream people in their class, and they were so happy that their class did not seem too abrupt.

There's still a vacant seat in their row, and it's okay to sit there happily.

Others didn't notice Xingxing, and Mo Yi and Chu Fifteen, who were sitting next to him, both noticed his presence.

Rong Yan calmly explained: "My friend, I have to come to see our school's celebration performance!" ”

happily greeted the two warmly, but the two teenagers ignored his existence very coldly.

Happy: "......"

Today's little boys are not cute at all!

After a while, Wang Xingxing said to everyone: "There are two other programs that are the programs of our class, everyone now go backstage to prepare." ”

Everyone nodded and left.

The so-called collective activity, even Yan and Chu Fifteen, who had a show, also participated in this chorus together!

Everyone left, and Xing Xing was left to sit there alone, which seemed a little abrupt for a moment, but he was thick-skinned and didn't mind everyone's eyes at all!

Fortunately, the next show was attractive enough, and everyone's eyes were on the stage.

Kuching took the time to run backstage to remind them: "Be serious, don't be too embarrassed, you know?" ”

Everyone laughed: "Old Gu, don't you know about us?" ”

Kuching: "......"

"Don't give me a poor mouth, I don't ask you to behave averagely, as long as you don't make mistakes!"

Kuching felt that he was really too humble as a homeroom teacher.

Kuching didn't stay long and left after the reminder.

The first class of the show is behind them, coincidentally, they are also a small chorus, the number of people is smaller than them, but each has a good voice.

It was about to be their turn to take the stage, and Wang Xingxing was still a little nervous: "Shall we try it first, open our voices or something?" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a ghost crying wolf howl from the entire backstage.

People from other classes: "......"

What kind of demons and monsters are you all about?

Class 9 is a well-known gathering place for scumbags in the whole school, and it is the class with the most bastards, for Class 9, everyone looks down on them from the heart, but they don't dare to provoke too much.

At this moment, watching a group of them howling, everyone was quite contemptuous, and their hearts were dark: this year's nine classes are going to refresh the audience's lower limit!

The people in the first class have always had a sense of superiority, looking at the appearance of the ninth class, they were quite disdainful, and even whispered in small groups of several people, and laughed at themselves secretly.

The mentality of everyone in Class 9 is really good, and they will definitely not be affected by the strange eyes of others.

The operation is absolutely as stable as a dog!

After all, it can't be more ugly!

"Next, please enjoy a chorus brought by the ninth class of the second year of high school, the song "Tomorrow Will Be Better", everyone applauds and welcomes!"

Ji Siya's elegant newspaper curtain sneered in her heart: The pile of garbage in Class 9 really doesn't know where to get the courage to sing.

Like Ji Siya, everyone in the audience has such thoughts!

After all, in the past, the performance of Class 9 was really "amazing"!

The applause was different from before, and it seemed sparse.

In the front row, except for the high-level leaders of the school, the rest of the bigwigs from all parties were puzzled.

Hearing that his granddaughter was also among the performers, Mr. Rong was quite happy, and even applauded harder and more excited than before, however, he heard the applause of a group of students behind him, and even accompanied by some sighs.

"Headmaster, what's going on?" Old Man Rong frowned and asked.